We turn to find one of the prison guards watching us, a single brow raised, and we both burst into laughter.
“Don’t worry,” Damon answers, one hand looping through mine as he speaks to the guard. “We’re out of your hair now.”
“Thank God,” we hear him mutter as we turn toward my car—the only one I managed to save from Dad’s garage before the cops came and seized everything as part of his arrest warrant.
Me, I got off easy. Made a deal for a complete pardon as long as I told them everything I knew about my father and his business, which at this point, I was more than happy to do. Every inch deeper the cops dug into his files, they uncovered new depths of depravity. There are more murders hidden in there, more cover-ups, more despicable things than I could have possibly imagined. I can’t believe I went along with it for so long, naively believing that I knew my father, that he would never sink so low.
Until Damon opened my eyes. Until I finally took a long hard look at the life I was signing up for.
As for Damon… “I don’t understand,” he says under his breath as we climb into my car. “How did you get me out of here? Even without the murder charge, I should be in for at least a decade for armed robbery.”
“Dad took the blame for that too,” I say, a sly smile curling my lips.
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I… shall we say, persuaded him that it would be in his best interest to claim he blackmailed you into participating in that robbery.”
Damon tries to keep frowning, but his expression gets the best of him. A little smile starts to tick at the corner of his lips. “You’ve gotten better at bargaining since we first met, I take it.”
“I prefer to call it negotiating,” I reply with a flip of my hair, as I reach down for the keys. “And it wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was remind him of the men I have at my fingertips. His men, who would be very displeased with my father if I were to, say, call and tell them my father went to the cops and named names…”
Damon laughs softly. “Beating Marrón at his own game.”
“I’m a Marrón too,” I point out. “What can I say? I learned from the worst.” I grin, hard and pointed.
Damon leans across to cup my chin in his palm. His calloused fingers are rough against my soft skin, and it sends a shiver of delight up my spine. “Just promise me you’ll use your newfound negotiating powers for good,” he whispers.
“Always,” I murmur. Then he leans forward, and this time, when our lips meet, it’s soft and sweet. I close my eyes, let myself sink into him. And then, engine still idling, I let him wrap his hands around my waist and draw me up out of my seat. I slide across to the passenger side and straddle him, both hands buried in his thick hair. He runs his hands down my sides and slides them under the hem of my tight sheath dress. With a naughty grin, he starts to inch the dress higher on my hips.
“We’re in public,” I point out, glancing through the windows at the other cars in the parking lot. Most are empty, but there’s still the prison guard in the distance, standing outside the back gate where they released Damon.
In response, Damon leans over to turn up the heater, so the windows begin to fog. “Your point?” he asks, grinning wider.
“You’re dangerous,” I whisper, leaning back down to nip at his neck as I reach between my legs to grab the buckle of his jeans and start to undo them slowly. I can already feel the hard press of his cock straining beneath me.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” Damon pushes my dress up over my hips to expose my bare ass to the world. Because, of course, I forewent panties again today. One last panty-free prison visit for the road.
He chuckles softly at finding me bare, and bites my shoulder, just hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers slide between us, spreading my pussy lips, as he starts to stroke my slit slowly, building the pressure inside my belly. I finish undoing his jeans and wriggle them down his hips, only to find him bare as well, no boxers beneath.
“I took a page out of your book, dirty girl,” he says with a smirk.
I grin and catch him in another long kiss, even as my fingers slide around his cock and start to stroke his long, velvety length. He’s already rock hard for me, and the feeling of his hard length, knowing that I have this effect on him, only makes me wetter.
He rolls his thumb across my clit, and I gasp into his mouth, which makes him laugh, a low, throaty sound that sets off a thunderstorm in my chest. “I love how wet you are for me, Ashley.”
“I love how hard you are for me,” I reply, sliding my hands along him, up and down, savoring his width, already picturing how it will feel when he spreads my pussy wide and thrusts his thick cock inside me.
“Tell me, how have you been spending your nights away from me?” He grips my hips, draws me down toward him, until my pussy is poised at the tip of his cock. I groan with want, but he doesn’t enter me, not yet. He starts to slowly stroke back and forth along my slit, coating the tip of his cock in my juices, pressing just hard enough that I can feel him almost, almost inside me, and it drives me wild with lust. “Have you been thinking about my cock? Wanting me to fuck you again?”
“Every night,” I confess, my voice a breath against his cheek.
He grins and bites at the edge of my jawline, right where it meets my neck. Hard enough to leave a mark this time. Hard enough to mark me as his. “Good. Do you touch yourself when you think about me?”
I swallow hard. Nod, just a little.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
I lean back to catch his eye, and cast another glance around us at the car windows. But they’re completely foggy now, the heat inside the car competing with the air outside to shield us from the public view, at least a little bit. Still, if anyone walked too close, peered through the fog, curious about what was happening inside this idling car…
I decide I don’t care. Fuck it. A prison guard nearly walked in on me naked with this man—how much worse could it get? Besides, there’s something a little… exciting about knowing that we could get caught at any moment. So I lean back from Damon and slide one hand down the flat plane of my stomach, until my fingers are gliding across my shaven mound, and spreading my pussy lips.
He drinks me in with that hungry, insatiable stare of his that only makes this moment hotter. “You are so fucking sexy, Ashley,” he murmurs.
I grin as I circle my finger around my clit, pressing just hard enough to make it ache with want. “I’ve been doing this every night, Damon. Touching myself, and wishing it was you. Remembering all the things you did to me in that visitation room…”
He slides a hand up to grip his cock, and starts to stroke himself as well, eyes still locked on me. “Every night in my bunk, I thought about that sexy, tight little pussy of yours. I thought about fucking you on top of me, your big tits bouncing. I thought about pinning you against the wall and taking what I want from you.”
I gasp a little as my fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. My head tilts back, though I try to keep my gaze locked on his, as I finger myself faster now. “I think about your big cock inside me, how you make me stretch and ache so fucking good.”
“I think about bending you across the desk of my bunk and fucking you from behind. Filling you with my cum, and feeling your pussy tighten around me when you come, the way your voice gets so sexy when you scream.” His hand moves faster, pumping the length of his thick shaft. It’s so sexy to watch him get himself off—to know he did this every night while he thought about me. To know that I drive him this wild.