Stepbrother Thief(55)
“Get it off, Gill,” I tell him, resting my back against the steering wheel, hoping the horn doesn't go off. If somebody interrupts me right now, well, it won't be pleasant for either of us. Gill leans forward, reaching around behind me to find my zipper and pulling it down enough that he can grab hold of the waist and pull, sliding the jumpsuit down as I stretch one leg out, using the space between the seats for extra room. It's no easy feet, scrunched up as I am, but we manage. When something burns this hot and heavy, there's no other choice than to feed the fire.
The wide leg of the jumpsuit slides right over my shoe as I pull up my knee and manage to free my left side completely. The right side, well, fuck it. What I need free is free.
I shove the fabric of my outfit to the side, the right leg still trapped inside it and scoot forward, raising up enough for Gill to pull my panties aside and angle himself at my opening. I relax downward, sliding onto him with a groan, my hips picking up a rapid rhythm that's wild and careless and completely unrestrained.
Gill and I moan together, the car rocking slightly beneath us as he drops his lips to my throat and scrapes his teeth across my skin, nipping and sucking, making me gasp. His hands roam my back again, trace up my spine until the fingers of his right hand wrap in my hair, curling around the ends and pulling gently, making my head fall back. I let him bite and kiss my exposed throat, grinding our pelvises together hard enough that I can feel the movement in my clit.
My body clenches tight and squeezes around Gill as I grab onto the seat beside his head for support, sliding his body in and out of mine with violent thrusts of my hips. Once again, I've let myself get caught in Gilleon's whirlwind … and I love it. And I hate exactly how much I do.
“Regi,” Gill whispers gruffly, his voice breaking against my skin, the words hot on my neck. “Regi.” I grind harder, move faster, until he can't talk anymore, until pleasure is ripping through me and I'm collapsing against his chest, panting and shuddering as he finishes inside of me.
So much for resisting temptation.
#
It's an awkward couple of moments after, getting me back in my seat—and in my clothes. Honestly, even though we're in a fairly large sized SUV, there's not all that much room in the front. I don't even know how it all went down. I guess nature always finds a way? Unfortunately, she doesn't provide easy and ready to go cleanup options, too.
I brush some hair behind my ear and search around inside my clutch for a baby wipe or a napkin … anything really. All I have is some MAC lipstick (ironically titled Evening Rendezvous), my new driver's license, and the cell phone Gilleon gave me.
“Can we go home?” I ask, trying to keep my voice normal and neutral, and my gaze trained on the inside of my purse.
“Are you upset?” he asks me as I try to read his expression from the corner of my eye. All I see is dark, mussy hair and a rumpled suit jacket. Too sexy. Ugh.
“I'm not going to dinner with wet panties, and I have to pee. Just take me home, so I can get my shit together, okay?” The words come out a lot angrier than I intended. Deep breath. Self-talk. That's what I need, positive fucking self-talk.
You are a strong and reliable human being.
“You're doing it again, aren't you?” Gill asks, starting the car with a smile lingering on his lips. “The self-talk thing?”
“Doesn't matter what I'm doing,” I say, hating that he can so easily read me. “Take me home and I'll decide if I still want to go to dinner with you.”
“I could help with that, you know.”
“Self-talk, Gill. Self. A singular endeavor.” He chuckles softly, his voice smoky and full of self-satisfied mirth that makes me want to strangle him. A cat that got the cream. That's what Gill reminds me of right now, if we're carrying on the feline references.
“If it helps, I think you're amazing. And beautiful. And strong. You've obviously done a great job with Solène.”
“Thank Cliff for that one,” I whisper, leaning back against the seat and trying to breathe. My whole body is tingling with the ghostly memories of Gill's hands, of his body sheathed inside of mine. I want to curl up in a bed with him, snuggle close and go to sleep. How did I let this happen? I have to remind myself that climbing onto someone's lap and doing crazy acrobatic maneuvers to remove one's jumpsuit doesn't exactly count as 'just happened'. There was intent there—on my part.
“Even if she doesn't know that you're her mother, Solène worships you. I can tell you guys must spend a lot of time together.” He swallows hard and grips the wheel tight as we pull back onto the street. “Regina, I really am sorry. I should've noticed sooner. Now that I have, it seems so obvious.”