Page 144 of Tormented

“Come here, Abbey-girl.” I hold my arm out, coaxing her in.

She snuggles close, wrapping her arms around my waist. “You need to get going, bossy pants.”

“You got that gun I gave you?”

She nods against my chest.

“Anyone that ain’t me and is actin’ strange. Got it?” If I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s that you can’t trust anyone—not even your closest friend.

Even me . . .?

Especially you.

“I’ll be fine.” She slips away, pushing up on her toes to meet my kiss halfway. “Now go.”

I take two crouched steps, and then hesitate. Fuck it. I’m still waiting on no less than five guys to get in position. I’ve got a minute while they shimmy their way down the road, out of sight.

Abbey smiles, totally aware of my intentions when I scoot back and pull her to my chest, falling on my ass as I do. The bag of ammo jams between us, and I let go of her long enough to drop it to the ground beside me. She knocks me to my back, and then crawls over top of me like the vixen she is.

I place both hands on her backside to grind her hips into mine, fucking praising whoever’s listening that I asked her to wear her teeny-tiny cut-offs for the occasion. The denim slides out of the way easily, and I lose no time thrusting two fingers inside her. Her head drops to my shoulder; her whispered moan enough to have me wishing we had longer. Digits slick with her arousal, I slide them free and move my fingers to my mouth as I count how many lights are visible now.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine as I lick my fingers clean.

“A taste of what’s to come,” I tell her.

She places a single kiss to the point of my jaw. “Surely you’ve still got a minute or so, pretty boy.”

“Guess it’d be a damn shame to waste those precious seconds, huh?”

“It would.”

Her mouth slips open on a moan as I thrust my fingers back in her slick pussy. She bites down on my collarbone as I curl my fingers and rub the sweet spot inside her to have her coming over my hand in seconds.

Abbey’s body shudders as I roll her beside me and prop myself up on one elbow to look at her shadowy figure in the dark. She stays still, most likely watching me intently while I clean off my hand, finger by finger.

“I think I’m good to go now.”

She giggles softly, giving me a little shoo with her hands. “Go have fun, okay?”

“Always.” I steal another quick kiss at the same time as Tuck gives the signal to start.

The gentle whistle of suppressed gunfire swirls around us, my heart picking up pace at what the sweet sound means.

The day’s finally come. It’s here, the greatest moment of my life. I’ve waited so damn long for this, so long that I can’t really believe it’s happening.

“Pretty boy.”

I hesitate, positioned ready to scoot across to the gate. “I gotta go, baby.”

“I know . . . .”

“But?” I reach out and fumble until I find her neck.

“Tonight isn’t about you anymore, baby.” She taps a finger to my head. “It’s about letting your devil take the lead.”

I nod, placing a chaste kiss on her salty lips. “Baby, don’t cry.”

“Make sure he brings you home.” The concern in her voice almost undoes me. “I’ll be right back there, waiting by your bike.

“He’s never let me down yet, Abbey-girl.”

Yet . . . .