“I’m fine.” I smile up at him, forcing my weird thoughts to the back of my mind, needing to stop delving so deep inside my head.
“Hi!” Laken pops up, much to Hale’s disgruntlement, given he’d been holding her against his side.
“You guys got here quick.” My smile is genuine this time. I love seeing Laken so joyful. She deserves it more than anyone else I know.
“Which is surprising because my husband drives slower than an old man with me in the car.” She snickers at his growl as he hauls her back down to sit nearly in his lap.
Torque holds out my chair for me before taking a seat. He doesn’t hesitate to drag me closer until we bump hips. Dropping a possessive hand on my thigh, his hand works up closer to the apex, and I find myself squirming in my seat already. The way he makes me feel is incomparable. Placing my hand over his, I don’t discourage him as he goes higher.
Biting my lip when he realizes what I did, I suppress the shiver his wicked curse produces. I feel his eyes on me, but I keep mine glued to the wine menu in front of me, pretending to browse the selections when I don’t register a damn thing.
He may be angry, but that doesn’t stop him from taking advantage and slipping two thick fingers between my folds, tracing my lips gently, teasingly. Tantalizing my senses until my nipples nearly poke out of my dress.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Philly,” he breathes into my ear, licking the shell before biting the lobe. A whimper escapes me, despite how hard I try to hide it.
“You okay, Ophelia?” Laken asks, but I’m unable to answer her. Torque has pushed a finger up into my opening, and he’s rubbing that spot inside that makes my entire body detonate as he brushes across my clit with his thumb.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warns, pressing firmer against me. “You save that orgasm until we’re home and you can scream the walls down.” I give a sharp nod, but if he keeps it up, I won’t last.
“I’m fine,” I gasp when he finishes rubbing me, instead leaving his finger inside my pussy, causing me to throb around the digit as I attempt to control my breathing.
“Sure.” Laken grins, giving me a knowing look. “Whatever you say.”
As the server arrives to take our drink orders, Torque pinches my clit when I go to order wine and levels me with a look that screams I should know better. It takes a second for my lust-fogged brain to catch his meaning. A fierce blush alights my body whole as I remember the amount of times we made love without protection. Something he seems intent on repeating, I realize now as I search his face.
After amending my order to sparkling strawberry water, I wait until he’s gone again and Hale and Torque begin talking shop as Laken flips through a baby room design eBook, showing me furniture for the nursery she’s interested in. Needing more from Torque, I slip my hand across his lap. His legs tense, but otherwise, there’s no outward reaction when I cup his steely shaft, dragging my nails up and down his length.
His finger twitches inside my pussy, but I don’t stop. I had no idea he’d like this bite of pain on such a sensitive part of his body. I don’t grant him any mercy as I point out a chair to Laken, causing her to show Hale, and he nods. She sighs up at him, giving him lovey eyes, which has him kissing her senseless.
“You’d better knock it off, Philly,” Torque growls in my ear, a clear warning in his tone.
“You didn’t.” My lips lift into a serene smile.
“Playing with fire, woman,” he grunts when I drag my fingers across his balls.
Leaning up, I whisper in his ear, “Promise?”
Torque
She has no fucking clue just what I plan to do to her when we get back to her place. Or mine. Wherever my truck leads us. I’m going to keep her pinned to that bed until she begs me to stop.
Fuck, now I can’t stop picturing that.
I wonder how she’d feel about being tied up. Forced to have one orgasm after another until her body can’t take it anymore. I have every intention of finding out. She’ll be screaming until she’s hoarse. And just when she reaches her threshold, I’ll fuck her so deep that she’ll feel me inside her womb for a month. Where I’ll hopefully plant a baby. If I haven’t already.
After giving our dinner orders to the server, the girls go back to looking through the baby furniture guide on Laken’s phone, ordering what I’m sure is far more than the woman will need, but I know my brother. He’ll let her get whatever her heart desires.
“It was intentional.” Hale confirms my suspicions about the garbage fire behind Ophelia’s coffee shop. It could have been a lot worse than it was, but thankfully, Jesse had seen it and instantly called for help.
“Any leads?” I ask. Hale doesn’t typically work outside the precinct office since his last promotion, but he’s making an exception with the arson investigator because he knows I intend to make Ophelia my wife.
Fuck do I love the sound of that.
I realize I have my work cut out for me, though, because the woman gets inside her own head too much. The way she did on the drive to the restaurant. It’s why I’d been trying to distract her with my hand up her dress. I was the one shocked in the end.
No fucking panties.
I’d nearly dropped to my knees then and there to worship the woman who has claimed the fuck out of me.
“Not yet.” Hale looks frustrated as hell. “But we will.”
I see the look in his eye; he’s got a theory. “What are you thinking?”
But before he can answer, we’re interrupted. Or rather, Ophelia is.
“Ophelia?” A man approaches, and my body goes rigid. He smiles at her with too much fucking familiarity.
“Baxter.” Her jaw tenses, clenching tight, and Laken slides closer to Hale. Who is instantly on guard.
“I miss you.” He crouches next to her, placing a hand on her leg, rubbing it up and down her smooth flesh.
“Hands off,” I bite out.
He ignores me. Ignores the way Ophelia tries to shove his hand away. “I was hoping we could hook up again? The other night wasn’t nearly enough.” I understand exactly what he’s doing. The son of a bitch.
Gripping Ophelia’s chin, I turn her head towards me. Sliding my hand down her throat, I cover her mouth with mine, holding her in place. Exploring her mouth with my tongue as I position her more fully towards me.
Shoving my hand back under her dress, I give her that orgasm she was so desperate for before. Her sweet musk permeates the air around us, and she holds her breath, forcing the scream back down her throat.
Her body twitches and shakes as I slow the kiss down, allowing her to snap out of her daze before her eyes open to stare up at me. Her back is now turned to this Baxter asshole, and as she buries her heated face into my chest, my eyes meet his over her head.
“Take a fucking hike, man. She’s taken. For life.” My simmering rage tempts me to pop his head clean off his fucking shoulders.
“If I’d known she was such a slut, I wouldn’t have wasted my time,” he snaps, taking off. We both know that’s a lie. He’d have stuck to her like glue.
The same way I am.
Because a woman like Ophelia Montgomery is one you start wars over.