“Not at all,” he said. “Let them fucking wat.”
“Oh my god,” I said. “Oh my god. What are we doing?”
“I’m going to taste you,” he said. “That’s what we’re doing. You’re finally admitting what you really want, and that’s my tongue on your clit, my fingers buried deep inside of you. This is what you need, Colleen. Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good.”
I leaned my head back and stared up into the sky as his tongue found my clit again. I gasped and my back arched. I’d never felt like this before, never felt so taken, so exposed, so needy. That kept coming back, over and over again, that intense and overwhelming need for his touch. I’d never felt that way with a man before, but as soon as Steven’s fingers touched my skin I just knew I couldn’t let him stop.
I felt insane, I felt stupid. But I felt too good to stop as his tongue did its dirty work, his fingers sliding in and out of my slick spot. I gasped, grabbing his hair tight, pressing my breasts together and curling my back around him. He growled softly and continued licking me, sucking me, tasting me, drinking me deep. He went faster, slick fingers sliding in and out, tongue lapping and sucking and rolling around my clit, and I knew I couldn’t take much more.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Oh fuck. I’m going to come. Oh fuck Steven, I’m going to come. Someone’s going to see.”
He didn’t stop to answer. He only licked me faster, tongue rolling in perfect little circles all around my hard bud. My back arched and pleasure flared all along my legs, and a stupid smile came to my face. I let out a laugh, unable to help myself, as pleasure pulsed and writhed along my skin. I gripped his hair hard, hard enough to hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I said his name, I don’t know how many times. I said it over and over, letting it roll off my tongue, an invocation for him, pleading for him. He gave me whatever I wanted, that tongue, those hands, and a bead of sweat dripped down my back as I threw back my head.
I came on his tongue. My body twitched, completely out of control. I groaned and said his name, a stupid smile still plastered on my lips, and I knew this was what I wanted, this was what I needed. From the second he took me and I woke up in a strange bed, I knew I wanted this man between my legs, knew this man could make me feel so good it would drive me crazy.
But slowly the orgasm finished. I released his hair and leaned back on the railing. He slipped his fingers out from my pussy and licked them, cleaning them off as he stood. He touched my face with his other hand and kissed me, and I could taste my pussy on his lips. I kissed him with a hunger that surprised me, and I was breathing hard when he pulled away.
“I’m going to take care of this,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Do you hear me, Colleen? I’m going to take care of it.”
I nodded once. “I believe you’ll try.”
“I’m not going to try. I’m going to do it.”
I bit my lip and laughed, shaking my head. “What makes you so confident? The Club isn’t just going to roll over and let you take them, you know. And my uncle isn’t going to be kind to my father for long.”
He stared at me with this longing expression on his face.
“You don’t know me well enough yet, but you will,” he said. He leaned in and kissed me, biting my lower lip. “When I say I’m going to do something, I always do it.”
He turned away and walked back to the house. I watched him step through the door and disappear back inside before I slowly slid down along the railing and sat on the wood floor.
I stared at the cracked and painted wooden roof deck boards, my heart still hammering, my head still swimming with pleasure. I still felt that deep, dark hole in my chest, and the fear that my father would never come home again, and the Club would take away both my parents.
But Steven’s words rang in my ears and I have to believe him. I knew I had no other choice.
9
Steven
I woke Colleen early the next morning. She slept in her little yoga outfit, and her hair was a mess when she lifted it up from under the covers.
“What time is it?” she asked, groggy and annoyed.
“Just after seven,” I said.
“Too early.” She flopped back down.
“Your uncle wants to meet.”
She sat back up and blinked away some of the sleep. The gray sheet she had wrapped around her shoulders fell away, and my eyes moved down to her chest then back up again.
“When?” she asked.
“Ten this morning,” I said. “Somewhere neutral.”
“I want to come.”
I laughed. “That’s why I’m waking you up.”
“Good.” She sat up and the sheet fell away. Extra pillows were thrown on the floor beside the bed and the heavier blanket was a mess at her feet. She took a deep breath like she was steeling herself for something. “Where’s the meeting?”
“Barnes and Noble.”
She stared at me for a second then tilted her head, her hair spilling down her shoulders. “The bookstore?”
“The one right downtown in Rittenhouse,” I said.
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s a public place, probably won’t be too crowded. Or maybe he just likes books.”
She let out a little laugh. “Definitely doesn’t like to read,” she said. “All right. Let me shower and get dressed.”
“We’re leaving in a couple hours.” I turned and walked to her door. I was tempted to say more, but I decided to leave and make coffee instead. I left her door open and the padlock
