Page 36 of Rattle the Cage

“I missed you.”

Turning toward me, Tess’s brows furrowed. She thought about admitting to missing me too.

Instead, I watched as her breathing grew ragged.

I felt my heart racing in my chest as I met her eyes, full of frustration and excitement.

Our bodies drifted closer together, leaning over the console of the Cadillac and leaving our faces just inches apart.

“Being without you…”

But Tess just nodded, her warm breath hitting my lips. “I know…”

There were no more words to be exchanged between us. I’d never be able to tell her how horrible I felt for believing some fucking cards instead of asking her. When I met the reaper, it might still be my biggest regret.

And as I looked into Tess’s ocean eyes, I knew I would never let myself hurt her again.

Before our lips could meet, Tess lifted herself from the passenger’s seat, climbed over the console, and slid into my lap.

“Fuck it.” She growled as she straddled my lap.

A groan ripped from my chest as I felt her warm center hovering over me. If I knew anything about my Sweet Lamb, it was that her pussy would already be dripping wet for me.

The thought alone made my clit ache to feel her pleasure.

I let my hand reach around to her ass, gripping the flesh and pulling her even closer to me as I looked up into her eyes.

Without a word, Tess wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. Our tongues slipped against each other, our moans echoing into the other’s mouth.

Her lips were soft, plush, and clearly skilled. As she took shallow breaths, she pulled away and bit the flesh of my lips. The ring of my piercing slipped into her mouth as she did.

Grinding her hips as we kissed, Tess let out a deep groan as she felt what I was hiding in my loose jeans. “Oh fuck, how…?”

“I’m always ready for you, Sweet Lamb.” I growled, feeling the stiff strap in my pants press into my hard clit.

Her head rolled back for a minute as her sensitive center pushed into the stiff silicone.

But as she bit her lip, I couldn’t resist her anymore.

Eyeing her neck, I let my teeth sink into the exposed flesh as she grinded against me. I reached between our legs with one hand, using my other to hold her lower back up as I ripped her sweats down.

Peeking at her panties, I felt my chest set on fire at the sight of a high-waisted, black g-string that hugged her hips.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” My voice was hardly more than a rumble as I slipped her sweats off of her legs.

“You feel so good, Nash.” Tess whimpered. Looking over her shoulder, she looked back at the club.

We were still parked in the lot, in full view of her job.

Setting her back down on my lap, I gripped her ass hard enough to draw her eyes back to mine. “They can’t see inside. Tinted.”

A fire lit in her eyes. “I know, asshole. I tried to see who was inside plenty.”

There was a challenge in her gaze, in her tone. This little toy loved to be reminded that I could have her whenever I wanted.

Grabbing her flesh hard, I pulled her closer. “Now you know, don’t you?”

Before she could talk back, I let my hand run along the seam of her g-string. Pulling it to the side, I let my fingers slip into her folds. I watched as the ink-blackened tip of my middle finger moved the wet lips.