Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

S elena

A CAT scan.

It was obvious I needed to schedule one for the upcoming week. Since when had I ever texted a stranger and come close to sexting? To add insult to injury, I'd agreed to get into a strange car with a man I didn't know, albeit a car worth well over a quarter of a million dollars.

Just like the man's classic, high-dollar watch. My father wore a Breitling, although not one nearly as expensive. I couldn't help but wonder if it had been another trinket gift from his father.

Here I was being petty.

As he finally rolled the decadent piece of steel into an overlook parking lot perched high above the glorious Pacific Ocean, I had to admit I needed psychological help.

Why?

Because I wanted the man to reach over, grab my chin, yank me closer, and kiss the life out of me. My ultimate fantasy. Well, maybe not my last breath but somewhere in that neighborhood. The men I'd been with had been terrible kissers.

Including the professional boxer I'd tossed out on our fifth date. I hadn't lied about refusing to accept the man's abuse, only I'd used a metal skewer instead of my fist as an incentive to get the hell out of my life. He also hadn't sobbed like a baby, threatening me instead.

Good times.

Yet it was an ugly memory that had served me well over the last few years, allowing me to keep my distance from arrogant men.

While the Lone Ranger was charming as all get out, he oozed of wealth, success, and complete egotism.

A dangerous combination.

Given the cool breeze, we sat quietly with the windows closed, studying the moon's glow shimmering across the water's surface. Was it much more uncomfortable than when we'd had drinks and chips in front of us? Hell, yes. We could both pretend to be nothing more than friends during our… Gah. What was I supposed to call the last three hours?

You couldn't really call it a date. Or could you? I was certainly not an expert, voted most likely to end up a wallflower by my friends.

Still, the air was already getting a little bit thick inside the vehicle from our combined heavy breathing.

He lifted the steering column, giving his massive thighs more room. And the bulge between his legs.

Oh, shit. Was he hard or was the moonlight playing tricks on me?

"So," he said thirty seconds later as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel, continuing without looking in my direction. "You never fully answered the question. Are you into taking a few risks? Not life threatening of course but something of the more sensual nature."

Was he really asking me that? And that way?

"Whataya have in mind?" I might as well have added ‘big boy' onto the end given the sultry tone of my voice.

My message was well received, which was easy to tell by the way he turned his head so slowly it felt as if we were in slow motion. While I did adore a take charge kind of man, when he snapped his hand around my wrist, somehow managing to drag me across his lap, I was stunned.

One reason was the tight confines. Another was that he'd lifted and maneuvered me easily, both my bent knees on either side of his huge girth.

"My God, you are a big man." It was one of those slap-myself-in-the-forehead moments. Where had my master's degree gone? Was my blurry fall into befuddlement because of the building heat inside the vehicle or the explosive nature of the way I felt about the man?

I figured out the answer a split second before he shifted from sophistication to a caveman-like attitude, fisting my hair and crushing my mouth with his.

Shock was something I avoided like the plague. I didn't like surprises of any kind. To say I was blown away was an understatement. Within seconds, it felt as if the air had been sucked from my lungs, burning sensations prickling my skin. It didn't take long to gather the wafting scent of our combined desire, the pheromones stronger than I'd ever experienced before.

I sensed I had my palms planted on his chest, able to try to push him away or curl my fingers around his garish but cute island shirt. Either way, I'd need to make a decision soon. It wasn't just the sizzling heat that continued to build but also the pressure to decide if I was a risk-taking kind of girl.

The usual answer was hell, no. I'd seen far too many fake friends doing stupid things, risking both their futures and their lives.

Yet as much as I wanted to pull away from this man, perhaps slapping him across the face for his haughtiness, I couldn't.

Maybe it was his aftershave already staining my skin.

Or the wetness pooling between my legs.

Likely it had more to do with his big, fat cock I could feel with both legs. That meant his shaft was long. Very long. And the bad girl inside of me wanted to find out how it felt.

In the next few seconds, it would seem the cowboy on steroids had made up both our minds, his sounds become more beast-like and possessive. The kiss was powerful enough but the way he was holding me made me want to cry out I was ‘daddy's girl' even if he couldn't be more than ten, fifteen years older than me.

As the kiss became more of a feast of the souls, his tongue dominating mine, I was pulled into a black hole of longing and need. That wasn't good for my image or perhaps my future. But what the heck? I didn't mind throwing all caution to the wind for a wild and unexpected fling.

Every sound he made filled the space with primal noise, but I was keeping up with him, panting like a crazed woman the moment he broke the kiss. I couldn't help myself, acting completely out of character when I ripped at the two sides of his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

He laughed, the bright moon highlighting his own moment of shock. I was thrilled I could still do that to a man.

In turn, he wrangled my tee shirt, yanking it off with one hand, tossing it aside. I had a feeling the material had landed on the dashboard. It was a good use for it.

We both continued laughing like hysterical teenagers as I fumbled to find the button and zipper on his shorts while he deftly managed to unfasten my jeans.

"God, fucking beautiful," he said in a low, dangerously husky voice before cupping both my breasts over the lacy bra. Yep. Thank God I'd put on a matching set of undies this morning.

Not that he could see anything other than shadows and flickers of light but that wasn't the point.

Yet when he ripped at the thin lace with his teeth, I almost slapped him.

"Watch the lace. Expensive," I murmured.

"I'll buy you a dozen." My request didn't stop him for a split second. He ripped a hole in one then the other, spitting out the unwanted material before issuing another monstrosity of a growl, even throwing his head back. When he engulfed one nipple, I instantly became lightheaded.

Holy shit, even the sucking sounds he was making as he shifted his hot, wet mouth from one fully aroused bud to the other made me think of a porn movie.

But this one I was so glad to be in.

In turn, I ground my bottom back and forth against his erection until I could feel it throbbing. He continued sucking, licking, and biting, alternately swirling the tip of his tongue around my nipple before pulling it through his teeth.

I'd had no idea pain and pleasure mixed so well together.

All the times I'd read about or heard Willow talk about how every time she had sex stars floated in front of her eyes had seemed like nothing more than fantasy. Enough so that when she said something like that with Bella in the mix, the two of us secretly made fun of her.

But it was damn true. I couldn't detect how many colors were flashing in front of my eyes, an entire graphic display of them.

And the scent of our desire was getting stronger.

"Get in the back. Now," he commanded.

I found myself scrambling through the two front seats to obey him, no longer surprised I was doing so. He was on me in a few seconds, although it took him a little time to squeeze through the tight confines. But when he did, we were more like crazed animals than teenagers, ripping at each other's clothing.

The moment I was able to wrap my hand around the thick girth of his cock, I was thrown by the size. It was huge. I had no idea if it was going to fit. But I grinned at the thought of making the attempt as he captured my mouth all over again while tugging down my jeans.

Somehow, within a few seconds of fighting the small space, rocking the expensive sports car more than once and groaning until our voices were hoarse, we were both completely naked.

The moment he shifted to the end of the small seat, gathering my bent legs into his arms, I slapped my hands against the back of the leather seats.

Holy shit, the heat was oppressive, my eyes flitting toward the back window. It was completely fogged. None of that remained in my mind as he spread me wide open, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit.

"Oh, fucking God." He continued making predatory noises as he licked and sucked my clit the way he had my nipples. They were both still aching, but I found myself pinching one then the other with one hand.

With the other, I ran my fingers through his hair, making a mess of his long, thick strands. I wanted this messy and electrified, something I could remember on long, lonely nights.

Because this was certainly never, ever going to happen again.

Everything about his mind was masterful, the man seemingly more in control. He slowed down, savoring the moment instead of being frantic, licking up and down the length of my pussy. I was embarrassed yet delighted, my tender tissue over-sensitized. I was laughing and moaning at the same time, which made for a bountiful group of sounds that couldn't be described.

His breath was hot.

My pussy was throbbing.

I was pinching my nipples until my eyes watered.

And the powerful man only took a few seconds before he managed to bring me to a blasting orgasm. No other man had ever made me come.

Thrashing, I know I jerked out tufts of hair as he continued feasting like a wild beast.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." While I wasn't screaming, it sounded like it in the confined space.

He was still growling, something most men didn't do in public. But this was… I finally stopped pinching long enough to cover my face with my hand, tossing my head back and forth.

As he drove his tongue and several fingers deep inside my tight channel, I knew I'd died and gone to heaven. I was bucking my hips, if that was even possible, encouraging him to continue.

Which he had no problem doing until I slipped into a giant and beautiful wave.

This time, I was fearful all of San Diego heard my scream of pleasure.

When I started freefalling, he crowded his hulking mass of a body over mine. My eyes were still foggy, but I was able to get a much better look at his chest.

"My, oh, my. You look good enough to eat," I told him.

His laugh was uplifting yet seductive. "No woman had ever said that to me before. If only we had some frosting, I'd slather every inch of your luscious body, taking my time licking every sweet drop."

"And no man has ever dared say that to me before."

He took it as a seductive joke, forcing my right leg to drop over the side and not wasting any time before he impaled my pussy with every thick inch of his incredible cock.

His shaft had to be eight inches. Nine. It was so long I wanted to get out a ruler.

The breath that had remained in my lungs given the sweltering moment was gone. Swept away. Sucked up by some unknown beast. It was also another embarrassing mouth-wide-open moment that didn't seem to faze him in the least.

He pulled almost all the way out, grinning when I whimpered.

"Don't worry, Cupcake. You are stuck with me for the time being."

I wrapped my legs around his waist to make certain I did my part in keeping him right where he was.

My muscles continued to stretch even when he thrust into me a third and fourth time. By the fifth, my pussy was clenching and releasing, managing to draw his cock in even deeper. Which I didn't think was even a possibility.

The Lone Ranger tried to develop a perfect rhythm, which was tough inside the car, but it would seem he was also the master of conquering anything he put his mind to.

With every savage stroke, every explosive breath and wicked moan, I could sense we were both spiraling out of control from the intensity of our need. I did what I could to meet every brutal plunge, startled by how incredible the electricity felt as it soared back and forth from one to the other.

While I wanted this to go on forever, it was obvious he was finally reaching his limit.

The moment he threw back his head, his entire face pinched and beads of sweat dripping down his rugged cheeks, I did an extremely naughty thing.

I squeezed my muscles.

There was no doubt in my mind we'd continued shaking the vehicle, rocking the stunning sports car to its foundation much like we'd done with our bodies.

All I had to say in my mind was wow.

He collapsed over me and I was certain I'd be suffocated by his weight. Strangely enough, having him on top of me was natural, comforting.

And evocative.

I wasn't certain how long it took to control our breathing but when he finally helped me sit up, we both burst into laughter from the sight of every window being completely fogged up. To make matters worse, condensation was dripping down every glass surface.

"Oops," I said as I tried to remember where my shirt was. I managed to find my bra but when I held it into the limited light, I groaned. My sweet lacy piece I'd spent way too much money on was now trashed. Oh, but losing my beloved lingerie was so worth it.

"Teenagers," he marveled and was shaky as he struggled into his shorts, handing me my jeans once he'd finished.

"I'll say. The funny thing is that I never did this as a teenager."

"I find that hard to believe." He winked and finally found his shirt, pulling it on and immediately shaking his head. "When the girl wants something, she wants it right then."

"You bet."

After fighting to climb back into the driver's seat, he offered me a hand. Why we weren't just climbing out the doors was beyond me. Other than my chest was still bare.

As I grabbed my tee shirt, he snapped his head over his shoulder.

"Ah, shit."

"What?" I huffed, struggling to see anything. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. The flashing lights indicating a police officer had never been on my bucket list, not even taking the bottom spot.

And for having sex in a public space inside his car? Oh, that wasn't just icing on the cake. That was… disastrous.

"Baby. Put your shirt on."

"I know. I know." I did what I could, almost ripping the material before I could finagle it over my head.

The moment I finished, a rapping sound occurred on the driver's window, a bright light immediately flashing inside before the Lone Ranger had a chance to press the button for the electric window.

Talk about being in the spotlight. I had to shield my eyes as the officer directed the beam right into them.

"Can I help you, Officer?"

"I wanted to check and make certain the two of you were okay." I'll be damned if he didn't keep the light pointed at me, daring to slide it up and down.

While I tried not to be self-conscious, the moment he turned his attention to my sexy buddy, I looked down. Great. I'd put the shirt on inside out.

I wasn't certain whether to be grateful or more humiliated when the officer obviously recognized my companion.

"Oh, it's you, sir. Is everything alright?" Even the officer's voice had changed, becoming more compliant.

"Absolutely, Officer Jenkins. I didn't recognize you there," Lone Ranger told him.

"Well, I'll leave you to your night, sir. Drive carefully."

"Will do, Officer. Thank you."

As soon as the young man walked away, I clapped both hands across my face, issuing a strangled groan.

He chuckled and started the engine. "It's okay."

"Do you have that effect on everyone?"

"Pretty much?"

"Who the hell are you?"

After giving me a look, pinching my chin, he answered, "Not someone you want to get to know."