In minutes we were inside the Duster, escaping the downpour. I turned the key in the ignition and glanced over at Sam. She was staring at me, anger replacing the sexual need that had been there before.
“Why are you making me leave, Walker? Are you into kidnapping now?” she shrieked in a loud-pitched voice.
“Yes,” I said, hardness in my tone. “Just try to fight me, Sam. I would love to hold you down until you submit.”
Her eyes widened. A blush colored her cheeks. God, I wanted to see her whole body flushed with desire.
I wrapped my hand around the gearshift and gritted my jaw, forcing myself to go cold.
“You okay with that, sweetheart?” I asked sarcastically, glancing over at her, wanting to rile her up and make her angry with me. Maybe then I wouldn’t want her so much.
Sam met my eyes, unafraid. “I’ll never submit to you, Cole Walker,” she said stubbornly. “But you can try to make me.”
Damn.
Touching her, kissing her, had messed with my mind and screwed with my body.
But it was her words that rocked me to my core.
Chapter Twenty–One
-Sam-
My mama once told me that love sometimes made you do stupid things. Of course she was high at the time and on her tenth boyfriend for the month so what did she know? But one thing was certain – I had done something stupid tonight. I let Walker kiss me again.
But it wasn’t the only thing I’d done. I had let him touch me. Put his fingers near me. But more importantly, I had let my heart open just a fraction, letting the man I thought I hated in. That might have been the stupidest thing I had ever done, but Mama was wrong - love hadn’t made me do it. Old-fashioned lust had.
By the time Walker’s hand slipped under my dress, I knew what I wanted. It was wrong and it went against everything I believed in, but there was something about Walker that called to me. Maybe it was the words he had said, confessing he wanted me, or maybe it was the feeling that rushed through me when he was around. I don’t know, but I knew that I had just taken a leap into unfamiliar territory.
I told myself that Walker was nothing but pure destruction. He could destroy with one touch. One look. One word. He was too messed up, his past too tainted, our friendship too ruined to ever trust him again. But here I was, sitting in his car and letting him take me home.
Tingles ran through me when he accidently brushed my leg, downshifting as we turned a corner. His touch caused my heart to leap and my brow to furrow. I disliked him, but I liked his touch. I wanted to be near him but I needed to keep my distance. I thought he was an asshole and he probably thought I was a bitch, but for some reason, we wanted each other.
It didn’t make sense.
In seconds we were speeding down the road, the rain hitting the windshield harder. Thunder crashed nearby and lightning struck close, lighting the cab of the car. The roar of the engine was powerful and loud. The sound of tires on the rain-splattered road filled the silence.
I glanced over at Walker. He was staring at the road, his body relaxed. He had a hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping the gearshift. His black hair fell across his forehead in wet strands, falling into his eyes and making drops of water run down his temples. I sucked in a breath when he turned to look at me, glancing down at my lips. His gaze stayed there for a few seconds before turning back to the road.
I tucked my wet hair behind my ear and faced forward again, embarrassed for staring. It seemed that only Walker could make me feel things I had never felt before – anger, hope, hate, and desire. Always desire. They were all mixed together, becoming a jumbled mess of emotions and cravings.
I wiggled, pressing my legs together. The cloth seat felt hot against my bare legs and my wet dress stuck to my body. The combination was sensual but I ached for something else under and around me.
Him.
The need was physical. Something I wanted to satisfy as soon as possible. It was carnal and oh so wrong but it was there, hovering around the corner and lingering in the air between us. I feared it would never go away. Not until we stepped over that line and got what we each wanted. Maybe it was time we did that and moved on.
We were almost home, in a deserted part of the city, when I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to say something.
“Walker, what we did back there…” I paused, my voice shaky. My nerves shot.
“What about it?” he asked, his voice throaty.
“It was wrong,” I said on a rush of air.
“And?” he asked with a biting tone, shifting the gear to third with an angry jerk of his hand.
“And I want more.”
He didn’t say anything. I held my breath, almost afraid of his reaction.
“Damn,” he whispered, running a hand along the back of his neck.
I didn’t know what to say, but I had to say something. “Listen, I think we need to…”
He turned the wheel with a fast jerk. The car flew toward an empty parking lot, crossing a lane, the tires screeching in protest at the sped.
“What are you doing?” I asked with shock, holding onto the door handle.
Walker didn’t answer. He just floored it. The car hit the parking lot and bounced over a speed bump. I grabbed hold of the door and held on as we sped through the rain, heading toward the back of an abandoned building. He swerved at the last minute, sending the car fishtailing. When it slammed to a stop, we were hidden behind the building. Walker threw it into neutral and cut the engine, glancing over at me.
“What the hell, Walker?” I screeched. “You trying to kill us?”
His eyes held a raw craving in them, making my world erupt in flames.
“I’m going to hate myself in the morning, Sam. And you’ll hate me even more,” he rasped.
I started to ask what he meant when he reached over and scooped me up, his arm under my legs. I squealed, feeling his bare skin against my thighs. The sensation was explosive.
With little effort, Walker sat me down in his lap, positioning me so I straddled him. My panties set against his crotch, softness against roughness. A feeling that sent shockwaves through me.
“Forgive me, Bent, wherever you are,” he whispered, his gaze traveling up my body.
Before I could ask what he meant, he threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled my head down, his mouth going to mine. This time there was no gentleness. No tenderness. He took and I gave.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, demanding I let him in. His fingers left my hair, traveling down to the back of my neck. With his other hand, he reached for my dress, unbuttoning the buttons faster than I could imagine possible. As soon as my dress was undone, he pushed it out of the way, letting it hang off my shoulders. He deepened the kiss, urging my tongue into his mouth. At the same time, he pushed my bra up, exposing my breasts. A deep growl erupted from him when he cupped one, fitting it into the palm of his hand.
I grabbed his shoulders and tried not to jump when he gently squeezed my breast. But when his thumb ran over the tip, I gasped and grabbed handfuls of his shirt, pulling my mouth from his. The pad of his thumb was rough, making my nipple pucker and draw to a point. He ran it over me again, driving me crazy. A ragged moan escaped me. I needed to stop him. Even if it killed me.
I grasped his wrist, breathing hard. “No, Walker,” I whispered, my lips near his.
He groaned his disapproval but dropped his hand to my waist anyway. “No one ever tells me ‘no,’ Sam. Why should I let you?” he asked, pushing my hair out of the way to lick and nip my neck.
“Because I’m scared,” I admitted in a whisper, closing my eyes as his mouth traveled down, kissing the top of each of my breasts.
“I won’t hurt you,” he rumbled against my skin. “Unless you want me to.”
I sucked in a lungful of air, his words having as much effect on me as his mouth. Grabbing his collar, I yanked his head back up, capturing his mouth again. He moaned as I slipped my tongue between his lips, sampling him
.
Feeling empowered, I moved my hips, just enough to drive him crazy. He grasped my waist tightly, trying to hold me still. When I refused to be stopped, he let me go, running his hands up my ribcage to cup my breasts again.
I trembled when he tugged at the peak of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers then lightly flicking it. I squirmed on his lap, earning a warning from him to be still. When I didn’t, he grabbed my thigh and squeezed, his fingers close to my panties. I wiggled again against his crotch and he became frantic, pushing his fingers under the elastic. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going further.
“I’m … not sure,” I whispered on a soft breath of air.
“Okay,” Walker said huskily, moving his hand out from under my panties. “How about you take charge? Do what you want to do. Nothing will happen unless you make it happen.”
I pulled my lip ring between my teeth, unsure. “Can I touch you?”
A sound of raw need escaped Walker as he pulled my head back down to his. “God, Sam, you can do whatever the hell you want to me,” he said before capturing my mouth again.
I melted as he ran his tongue over my lower lip. Feeling brave, I laid my fingers over the hardness hidden beneath his jeans, right near my panties.
Walker drew in a quick breath and pulled his lips from mine.
“Unzip me,” he said, his voice rugged and hoarse.
I slowly started to unzip his jeans. The steering wheel was cutting into my back and the gearshift was pushing painfully against my knee but I didn’t care. I wanted to touch him.
His zipper was halfway down when I paused, hesitant in what I was about to do. Walker pushed my hair behind my shoulder and leaned over to kiss my neck, nibbling my skin.
“Keep going,” he whispered, sending tingles along my spine.
I lowered the zipper the rest of the way, taking my time. His cock brushed up against my hand, seeking my touch. My eyes rounded but his lips found my mine again, fierce this time. His tongue raided my mouth as he reached down and pushed his jeans out of the way. When they were down far enough, his hardness sprang free.
He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around him.
“I’ve dreamt of this,” he croaked as I circled my hand around his length. “Your hand wrapped around me. A fucking dream come true.”
He felt smooth in my hand, like silk draped over hardness. I looked down, curious. Between us was his manhood, standing at attention. Looking powerful and ready. I swallowed hard. It was too big and long. There was no way…
Walker wrapped his hand around mine and started moving it up and down. “Like this,” he whispered.
I did what he said, slow at first.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his fingers tightening on my thigh. “Don’t ever stop.”
I didn’t. I started moving my hand faster, seeing the effect I had on him. His head fell back against the headrest and he inhaled sharply, his abdomen muscles clenching. He grabbed my hips as I quickened the pace, his fingers digging into my flesh painfully. I would have bruises tomorrow but it didn’t matter. His hips rose up, meeting my hand as I moved it up and down.
“God, Sam,” he whispered, closing his eyes to the sensations.
I moved my hand faster, my own body reacting to his pleasure.
Suddenly Walker’s eyes snapped open, uncontrollable lust in them. “Have you ever given a guy a blowjob?” he asked, his voice breathless, his eyes on me.
I froze, my hand stilling.
“No,” I answered, feeling excited and terrified at the same time.
Walker glanced down at my lip ring, his gaze smoldering. “I’ve been imaging those lips around my dick for months. I want to feel that ring against me, moving up and down. Your wet mouth sucking me dry.”
His words set me on fire as his hardness throbbed in my hand, begging for more attention. He watched me, waiting for my response. When I didn’t give it, he kissed me again, this time with tenderness. It only made me want him more.
“But you don’t have to do anything, Sam,” he said, trailing his mouth along my jawline. “I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven already, kissing you.”
My heart thumped harder. “Tell me what to do,” I said, feeling dizzy with anticipation. “I want to taste you.”
He groaned. “You sure?”
I nodded, my hand still wrapped around him.
“Lay across the seat.”
I crawled back into the passenger seat then leaned my upper body toward him, putting my hands on his thigh to brace myself. My stomach pressed into the gearshift, poking me. I shifted, finding a more comfortable position, then glanced down at his manhood and froze, uncertain.
Walker reached out and tangled his fingers in my hair, grasping the back of my neck. “Put your mouth on me. Lick me. Deep throat me. I don’t care. I just want your lips around my dick.”
Uncertainty made me hesitate. Curiosity made me lower my mouth. I licked my bottom lip slowly before touching the tip of him with my tongue.
Walker inhaled sharply, his body tensing. I stopped and looked up at him.
“Sorry,” he said, his hand grasping my hair tighter. “It just feels so fucking good.”
A rush of power shot through me. I lowered my head more, sliding my mouth over him. He groaned and twisted the strands of my hair around his fist.
“That’s it. Take me deeper.”
I took more of him into my mouth, resisting the urge to pull back when it was too much.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fisting my hair.
I started moving my mouth up and down, mimicking what I had done with my hand. He started breathing heavier.
“Use your tongue,” he demanded.
I pulled back some and flicked my tongue out, swirling it around the head of him.
“God, sweetheart,” he grated out. “Your mouth is so fucking wet. I want to come in it right now. I’m so damn close.”
He tightened his hold in my hair and urged my mouth to go deeper on him. When I did, he drew in a quick breath and thrust his hips up, his length hitting the back of my throat. I gagged but he held my head still, keeping me on him. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore he abruptly yanked me off him.
My body purred, overcame by flames of heat. I licked my lower lip, loving the taste of him on my mouth. He watched me with a craving so potent, so savage, that I wanted to scream with need.
“Come here,” he said ruggedly, his eyes dark with desire.
I crawled back into his lap, my body on fire. As soon as I was close enough I kissed him, my mouth descending on his. This time it was me taking charge. Me setting the pace. I held his head between my hands, feeling the rough texture of his five o’clock shadow on my fingertips. My tongue flicked out, licking his lower lip, leaving the taste of him on his mouth.
He moaned my name, sounding desperate. I pushed the fear and uncertainty away and took his hand, placing it on my breast beneath my open dress.
“You sure?” he asked against my lips.
I nodded.
He started out slow, caressing my breasts. Feeling every inch of them. Then the slowness turned into something desperate. He grasped my nipple, pinching and tugging until I was squirming in his lap. His erection rubbed against my panties, seeking entrance. I rocked my hips, the need to move overwhelming me.
Walker chuckled against my lips. “Hold on, sweetheart. We’ll get to that, believe me. But first, my fingers are dying to make you come.”
A flush raced across my skin, heating every inch of me. I drew in a ragged breath when he pushed my panties aside, his fingers delving beneath the silky material.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before?” he asked as his finger slid over me.
I gasped and rose higher on my knees, his question forgotten. He took advantage of the position and slipped his finger between my folds, stroking me.
“Answer me, Sam,” he demanded. “Tell me if you’ve ever done this before.”
“Once,” I managed to say
. “Just once.”
“Whoever he is, I’ll kill him,” Walker whispered harshly. His finger slipped inside me, sliding in deep. I threw my head back and whimpered, feeling something desperate rise in me.
“No one touches you again. Agreed?” he rasped, his mouth going to my neck.
I nodded and bit my lip, feeling heat rush over me. He could say anything at that moment and I would agree, as long as he didn’t stop.
“Good,” he rasped, his finger moving faster.
I wiggled as a frenzied need grew in me. It started deep in my core and spread outward, enveloping me in a tingling mess. He wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me closer, recapturing my mouth. I sucked at his tongue as he added a second finger to the one already in me, wreaking havoc on my body. He slid them in and out of me, spreading my wetness around and making the walls of my body clench him. It was driving me crazy. I needed to move and rock against him. Unleash the torment building in me.
He didn’t stop even when I cried out. He thrust his fingers deeper and deeper, harder each time. I gripped his shirt, feeling something inside me erupt. When his fingers started moving faster, I shattered, unable to breathe.
“No one but me,” he rumbled against my lips, holding me tight as I rode the waves of an orgasm.
After a minute, I returned to earth. Tremors racked my body, the aftereffects still lingering.
Walker kissed the corner of my mouth, withdrawing his fingers from me. He grasped my hips, leaving wetness behind.
“Raise up,” he instructed, his voice thick with emotion.
I did what he said, rising to my knees. The steering wheel was at my back, poking me in the ribs. A storm flashed and moved around us but inside it was just the two of us. Doing something we had sworn never to do.
Fall for each other.
He lifted his hips to get his wallet out of his jeans. Flipping it open, he took something out. I heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper a second before he rolled it over himself. My eyes grew big, imagining him inside of me.