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"That's right, baby. Just like that. Show me how you get yourself off. Do it nice and slow for me."
Ghost kisses me, his hand releasing mine, and then his fingertips trail up my legs, raising goosebumps. I keep touching myself, almost hypnotized by him. He's right, I'm soaking wet. I let out a moan, not able to stop the needy sound as I rub a shy circle over the swollen bud. I'm not the only one affected. He’s breathing harder.
His big hand slides over the curve of my hip and up my side, pulling the shirt with it, until his thumb is stroking the sensitive side of my breast.
"Ghost," I whisper, not quite believing I'm doing this, but not able to stop now that we've started.
He kisses my jaw, my ear. The tip of his tongue slides along the curve. "Show me," he repeats, his voice low and rough. "Get off on those fingers. Show me how much you need it."
I bite back another moan, but not the small sounds escaping my mouth as my fingers start to work in earnest, sliding over my pussy and playing with my clit. The way he watches me, the feel of his body and his hands on me, and the way he keeps whispering encouragement and filth in my ear… I can feel myself building fast.
I've never come like this before, never touched myself like this with someone else watching and listening and wanting me like he does. He moves behind me, cupping my breasts with his strong hands and I arch into the feeling, my hips grinding against him. He groans and thrusts back, his thickness pressing into me with only his boxer briefs to separate his skin from mine.
"Oh God, Ghost. Please…"
He bites down on the place where my neck joins my shoulder and I explode in a wash of heat, coming hard enough that I nearly scream as he holds me upright against him.
"If I didn't have to go report to Hellfire, I'd be happy to show you how good it can be with more than just fingers,” he growls.
As soon as he mentions Hellfire, reality snaps back. I pull away, gasping and trying to make sense of my feelings. Oh God. Anne!She’s been alone with Bonnie all night. She's probably so scared without me there.
My voice is as unsteady as I was last night. This is happening too fast. "I need to go. I should check on Anne." I pull away, straightening the t-shirt, and feeling more than a little foolish now that it's over.
Ghost's lips tighten into a thin line. "You okay?"
"Fine. I'm fine. I just want to get back to Bonnie's so I can shower and make sure Anne is alright." I'm still shaking, but I can't quite tell if I'm upset about what just happened, or excited. I don't even know how to describe it. It felt incredible.
It felt… dangerous.
15
JESSICA
I closeBonnie’s front door and lean against it.
One day. I’ve been away from Victor’s clutches for one day and I’m already a mess. Pull it together, girl.
As friendly as Ghost, Riot and Tex are, I’m still a hostage here. If I doubted that after what happened at the bar and then just now with Ghost, it was made clear when he walked me straight to her door and waited for me to go inside before leaving.
But to be fair to the Outlaw Sons, I’m still treated better here than I ever was with Victor. If I could choose between being their prisoner or Victor's, it would be an easy call, but will I get to choose? If Hellfire negotiates with Victor and I’m part of the deal, it'd be naive of me to think he’d refuse just because some of his guys might be fond of me.
So far, I’ve let them keep assuming I’m just an employee because I’m scared that if I tell the truth, they’ll think I’m more important than I am. The truth is ugly and complicated, but I can’t believe that just having me to kick around is worth it to Victor on top of everything else that’s happened.
Maybe he’ll finally just forget about me. I’ll miss Anne, but pretty soon she won’t need me anymore anyway.
"Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you coming in?" Bonnie yells from the couch. Anne's curled up next to her, watching her play some sort of story game on the TV while she offers commentary and suggestions. On the table in front of them are empty fast food bags, and Anne's drinking from a cup with a logo that looks a lot like?—
"Is that coffee?"
Anne starts drinking faster like I'm going to rip it away from her.
"Mostly whipped cream, really," Bonnie says. "She'll be fine. There’s a sausage, egg and cheese bagel on the table for you."
I shake my head, but grab the bag. "You guys haven't been playing the whole time since I left, have you?" They're not exactly making it easy to be a responsible nanny here.
"Don't be ridiculous. We made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches last night?—"
"With real butter, and the bread didn’t even have seeds in it!" Anne crows.
