chanced a glance at Morgan sitting quietly beside her.
From the intensity in his dark eyes—his gaze was locked on Rodie—to the bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans, she knew without any doubt at all it was his mind touching hers. His thoughts ratcheting up her arousal. His imaginary fingers caressing her clit, slowly slipping past her swollen lips, and curling deep inside.
She sucked in a sharp breath and stared at him, unblinking. He watched her just as intently, but his expression didn’t change a bit, and she wondered if he even saw her, or if he was totally focused on whatever scenario played out in his mind.
Everything around them seemed to fade away. Kiera’s and Lizzie’s laughter over something Finn had said, the wind whistling through Cam’s partially open window, the soft sound of something by the Dave Matthews Band on the SUV stereo system.
Rodie gazed straight ahead to hide her intent, but she wanted to send the same sense of arousal back to Morgan. First she needed a visual, so she imagined the hard root of his cock where it jutted from his groin. Then she pictured the wrinkled skin covering his balls, doing her best to sense how it would feel to wrap her lips around his sac, to slide her tongue along the silky skin over his erection.
Then she slowly turned her head, looked directly into his dark eyes, and let her thoughts fly—directly at Morgan.
He blinked. His head jerked back, and the link between them snapped. Rodie almost wept. Her vaginal muscles pulsed and clenched, searching for Morgan’s lost mental touch. He’d left her hanging on the edge of climax, all sensation of contact gone.
Morgan stared straight ahead, his body rigid, everything about him shrieking Don’t touch. She didn’t look at him again. Not for a long time. Not as the road climbed ever higher into the mountains, as the voices in the seat behind her blended, one into the other with the soft music on the car stereo. She turned away from Morgan and stared at the thick forest passing by outside the window, trying not to think about that amazingly sensual touch she’d felt between her legs. She couldn’t look at Morgan.
She wouldn’t.
But they still had a long drive to get to the site.
“Hey, Mac? You gonna feed us sometime today?”
Lizzie poked Finn in the side. She’d discovered it was fun to touch Finn because he always responded, but his plaintive request had all of them laughing. Kiera stretched her long arms over her head and yawned. “I think the plan is to starve us into submission. We’ll be easier to control.”
“Submission?” Finn leered at Kiera. “I can do submission. You the domme?”
“In your dreams, Irish boy.” Kiera laughed and elbowed him.
Lizzie bit back a chuckle. Instead, she gravely patted Finn on his hard belly. “It’s okay, Finn. I’m good with a whip. I packed my fleece-lined cuffs, too.”
“Holy shit.” Finn leaned away. “I hope you’re not kidding.”
Lizzie just smiled.
“I hate to interrupt the foreplay, Finn, but there’s a Subway just up the road.” Mac checked the GPS map on the console. “Five more minutes. Can you children behave for that long?”
Lizzie laughed. “Hell, no, Mac. I didn’t sign anything that said I had to behave.”
Rodie poked Morgan with her elbow. “Reminds me of my mom telling me to quit complaining when I was a little kid.”
Morgan looked startled by the contact. Lizzie thought that was pretty odd, because he’d seemed interested in Rodie from the beginning. Not that he was all that obvious about it. Morgan was much too cool to be obvious about anything—at least that was the vibe Lizzie’d picked up. Then he seemed to catch himself and he winked. It was the first sign of humor she’d seen in him.
“I know,” Morgan said. “I think Mac’s afraid of a mutiny.”
“I’m terrified.” Mac’s dry comment had all of them hissing and booing in response, but since they were pulling up in front of the restaurant,
From the intensity in his dark eyes—his gaze was locked on Rodie—to the bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans, she knew without any doubt at all it was his mind touching hers. His thoughts ratcheting up her arousal. His imaginary fingers caressing her clit, slowly slipping past her swollen lips, and curling deep inside.
She sucked in a sharp breath and stared at him, unblinking. He watched her just as intently, but his expression didn’t change a bit, and she wondered if he even saw her, or if he was totally focused on whatever scenario played out in his mind.
Everything around them seemed to fade away. Kiera’s and Lizzie’s laughter over something Finn had said, the wind whistling through Cam’s partially open window, the soft sound of something by the Dave Matthews Band on the SUV stereo system.
Rodie gazed straight ahead to hide her intent, but she wanted to send the same sense of arousal back to Morgan. First she needed a visual, so she imagined the hard root of his cock where it jutted from his groin. Then she pictured the wrinkled skin covering his balls, doing her best to sense how it would feel to wrap her lips around his sac, to slide her tongue along the silky skin over his erection.
Then she slowly turned her head, looked directly into his dark eyes, and let her thoughts fly—directly at Morgan.
He blinked. His head jerked back, and the link between them snapped. Rodie almost wept. Her vaginal muscles pulsed and clenched, searching for Morgan’s lost mental touch. He’d left her hanging on the edge of climax, all sensation of contact gone.
Morgan stared straight ahead, his body rigid, everything about him shrieking Don’t touch. She didn’t look at him again. Not for a long time. Not as the road climbed ever higher into the mountains, as the voices in the seat behind her blended, one into the other with the soft music on the car stereo. She turned away from Morgan and stared at the thick forest passing by outside the window, trying not to think about that amazingly sensual touch she’d felt between her legs. She couldn’t look at Morgan.
She wouldn’t.
But they still had a long drive to get to the site.
“Hey, Mac? You gonna feed us sometime today?”
Lizzie poked Finn in the side. She’d discovered it was fun to touch Finn because he always responded, but his plaintive request had all of them laughing. Kiera stretched her long arms over her head and yawned. “I think the plan is to starve us into submission. We’ll be easier to control.”
“Submission?” Finn leered at Kiera. “I can do submission. You the domme?”
“In your dreams, Irish boy.” Kiera laughed and elbowed him.
Lizzie bit back a chuckle. Instead, she gravely patted Finn on his hard belly. “It’s okay, Finn. I’m good with a whip. I packed my fleece-lined cuffs, too.”
“Holy shit.” Finn leaned away. “I hope you’re not kidding.”
Lizzie just smiled.
“I hate to interrupt the foreplay, Finn, but there’s a Subway just up the road.” Mac checked the GPS map on the console. “Five more minutes. Can you children behave for that long?”
Lizzie laughed. “Hell, no, Mac. I didn’t sign anything that said I had to behave.”
Rodie poked Morgan with her elbow. “Reminds me of my mom telling me to quit complaining when I was a little kid.”
Morgan looked startled by the contact. Lizzie thought that was pretty odd, because he’d seemed interested in Rodie from the beginning. Not that he was all that obvious about it. Morgan was much too cool to be obvious about anything—at least that was the vibe Lizzie’d picked up. Then he seemed to catch himself and he winked. It was the first sign of humor she’d seen in him.
“I know,” Morgan said. “I think Mac’s afraid of a mutiny.”
“I’m terrified.” Mac’s dry comment had all of them hissing and booing in response, but since they were pulling up in front of the restaurant,
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