Double Betrayal (Surviving Book 3) Page 3

  “Bang Bang” by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and, Nicki Minaj pumped through the sound system. I shook my romanticised thoughts from my mind and decided I could shake my arse to that. Not my style of music, but a girl had to work with what she had. I lifted my hands and started to sway my hips to the beat, smiling at a cute guy watching me from the edge of the dance floor. He was probably my age with wavy blond hair, a little overlong. It was what I liked to call the boy band look these lads were going for. God, I sound old. I offered him a smile and looked over my shoulder toward the bar to see if I could see the mysterious giant. Green eyes captivated me, the heated gaze nearly knocking me off my feet. He had moved from the position I left him in to the end of the bar nearest the dance area. I was happy to see my sister had disappeared. He was sitting nursing a beer, picking at the label. The people around me drifted away. I swayed my hips and moved my hands over my body in a blatant sexual flirt. I was moving for him, his eyes only, and if the fire in his eyes was anything to go by, he loved what he saw.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on my shoulders as the music took over. I wasn’t much of a dancer. I had little co-ordination; actually, I was pretty bloody clumsy, but like most people, with a few shots of tequila inside me, I was the next Ginger Rogers. I was just missing my very own Fred Astaire. A grin slid across my face at my own ridiculous musings. I absorbed the music and heat of the giant’s gaze.

  Warm hands glided around my waist from behind, sliding over my stomach and pulling me back against a hard–wait! The hands were far too small and it definitely wasn’t a hard chest at all, more like a Ken doll, when I wanted an Action Man. I opened my eyes and turned. It was the blond from before. He grinned at me, but a gentle shake of my head and an apologetic smile had him holding up his hands and backing away.

  The wall of annoying trouble formed between us as I was rudely butted to the side by my brother’s man hips. Seriously? The guy was walking away, no foul, no harm.

  “Acis, for fuck’s sake!”

  I glared at his obnoxious back and glanced over my shoulder at Castor, who was still seated with the brunette. He had the biggest smirk on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his right. I tracked the finger and noticed the mystery hulk walking back to the bar. I stood with my hands on my hips and waited for him to look at me, which I knew he would. I could see from the small lift of his lips that he was trying to suppress a smile. When his eyes finally met mine I crooked my finger and beckoned him to me, and like magic he headed toward me.

  He didn’t ascend the two steps up to the raised floor I was on, so we were now more or less of similar height. It was a little disconcerting he was still taller, even at my advantage.

  “Did you just tattletale like a little bitch?”

  “He was touching your ass.”

  “You–”

  “And if you want me to be your bitch, I can do that.” The grin that spread across his handsome face showcased a sexy line of white teeth. He had a very small slit in his lip, as if he suffered from dry lips. Without thought, I leaned forward and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. He tasted like beer and delicious man. I knew I was risking the giant’s bollocks kissing him in front of my brothers, but I couldn’t stand more time passing without having a little taste.

  I pulled away, slowly releasing his lip with a nip of my teeth. He didn’t make any move to touch me, or kiss me back. He simply stared at me with shining eyes and a hot smirk.

  “Dance with me.” It wasn’t a question; I wanted to feel his body against mine.

  “Can I touch your ass?”

  I didn’t answer; I simply sauntered back onto the dance floor. I glanced over my shoulder and offered him a coy smile. Acis had scared the poor young guy away.

  I started the slow sway of my hips, keeping my eyes pinned to my avid admirer. His eyes tracked my movements. The sway of my hips, the bend of my knee, the curve of my waist. Slowly, he walked toward me with the prowl of a dangerous animal ready to capture his prey. I expected him to wrap his arm around my body and pull me against him, but instead, he lifted his hand and hooked his finger under my chin and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

  “You’re a dangerous woman, pixie-girl.”

  I didn’t speak; I simply stared into his eyes and wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked it into my mouth, licking the pad before slowly releasing it. His eyes flared and his extremely long lashes battered against his cheeks like butterflies trying to escape. Finally, his thick arm banded around my back and lifted me up against him, my feet dangled near his shins. There was no finesse in the way I crashed against him—as I said, I was clumsy. But the heat of his skin burned against me, igniting a desperate need inside me. I pressed my hands against his chest and curled my fingers into the fabric, anchoring myself to him as he pressed his hips against mine and started a slow sensuous rocking. With each wave of movement, my stomach tightened as his hips and hard-on pressed perfectly against me. I parted my legs slightly, allowing him to slide his thigh between my legs. His hand caressed my waist as it slid down my side, over the small of my back, to cup my arse. He pressed against me, bringing me tightly against his hardness. I closed my eyes and a small moan escaped me as electric pulses throbbed through me.

  The scratch of stubble against my cheek and the hot warmth of his breath made me shiver violently.

  “I want to feel, touch, and taste your skin, Pix,” he whispered against my ear, the seductive baritone of his voice shattering any protests I may have had. Which I didn’t. I tightened my fist in his shirt, certain I was nipping his flesh.

  “I want you to watch as my tongue licks every inch of this perfect body. Starting with your tight nipples.” He took my earlobe into his mouth and nipped with his teeth. I melted against him. The only support for my weakened body was my grip on his shirt and his hands on my arse.

  “I—” I said breathlessly as he licked a warm path down my neck to cover my throbbing pulse with his mouth, sucking hard against my heated flesh.

  “Either way, babe, I need you naked.”

  I opened my eyes as he lifted his head. I leaned forward in a daze of lust, ready to capture his lips, when the fucker released my body and stepped back.

  “We need to leave.” He glanced down at the impressive bulge in his jeans and turned. I gawped dumbfounded as he held my hand and walked through the bar with me following behind.

  The cold air smacked me in the face as we walked out into the cool night. The neon lights cast a blue glow around the dark car park. The faint thump of music from inside the bar vibrated in the quiet area. I squinted, trying to see into the shadows. I stepped away from the doors as three noisy, cackling women stumbled past me with their tits and arses hanging out. Their hums of appreciation for my silent giant didn’t go unnoticed by me.

  We headed across the car park into the dark. I wrapped my arms around myself as the cold bite of the night made me shiver. It had changed so much since this afternoon’s lovely sunshine. Large hands covered my arse.

  “Too fucking delectable for me not to touch, pixie-girl,” his smooth voice whispered in my ear. Hot breath blew across my cheek; I fought my body’s reaction. But when he chuckled, I knew he’d felt me shiver. I also heard his thick foreign accent; American, I believed, but it seemed too abrupt, different to Johan’s, somehow.

  I turned in his arms. My nose brushed against the heavenly scented fabric of his shirt. I ran my hands up his chest, savouring the hardness beneath my petite hands. I’d never felt as feminine in my life as I did being held in his arms, because he was all male. I flexed my fingers over his broad shoulders, curving them up his neck and into his messy blond hair.

  “Em, this may go quicker than I’d like if you keep looking at me like I’m dinner.”

  I laughed loudly and his gorgeous smile spread across his face, robbing the breath from my lungs.

  “You okay with riding on my bike?” he asked. I frowned.

  “I assume you mean a motorbike and not a p
ushbike.”

  He laughed and his chest vibrated against me. His large hands slipped into the back pockets of my jeans and pulled me up against him. I had no option but to wrap my legs around his waist. I was highly aware how wet my knickers were, and they were currently crushed against his firm abdomen.

  “I’ve been jealous of these pockets all fucking night,” he said, squeezing my arse through the denim.

  “And why is that?”

  “Because they get to rub against this mighty fine ass, and I want that pleasure tonight.”

  I shivered and buried my face against his neck. He strode across the car park into the darkest part of the lot. I turned my head, resting my cheek on his chest to see where we were going, when a flicker of silver reflected in the blackness. He paused at the side of the bike. His arms around me tightened as he lifted his leg and straddled his bike, whilst still holding me, and I think I came from the sheer sexiness of it. In the dark I couldn't make out the true shape of the bike or make, but I did see the reflection of chrome and long sexy handlebars. His hands flexed against my stomach; I lifted my chin to see shining green eyes staring down at me. He looked like a hungry wolf ready to devour me.

  “Now,” I whispered, because I couldn't form any other words. My body craved him. His mouth crashed against mine in a possessive, scorching kiss. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on tight, pulling him down to me. A deep rumbling groan came from deep within his throat, sending shocks through my body. I climbed him, needing to be as close as possible. Shamelessly, I rubbed my sensitive core against his hard body, needing some kind of friction.

  “I got you, pixie-girl,” he muttered as he gently pulled my hair aside to expose my neck. He scraped his teeth against my beating pulse and sucked softly. With ease he unfastened my jeans and his large hand slipped effortlessly inside, finding my wet core.

  “So ready, so fucking ripe,” he muttered against my neck. The blunt tip of his finger teased my aching clit. I whimpered into the night and thrust my hips forward, seeking firm pressure. The bastard chuckled. I dropped my head to scowl at him for finding my desperation humorous. It quickly turned into a gasp of desire when his large finger slid inside me. His thumb continued to circle my clit and I felt the impact of an orgasm slamming into me. I cried out, clawing at his shoulders. I saw stars as his thumb pressed against my needy clit.

  “Let me have it,” he demanded.

  I screamed as my body convulsed against his. My greedy core pulsed around his thick finger. His mouth came down on mine, his tongue greedily lapping at mine. I nipped his full bottom lip between my teeth, evoking a deep growl from my giant.

  “My pixie-girl likes to bite.”

  I scraped my teeth along his jaw, nipping and sucking along the scratchy contour, finding the thick column of his neck. His large thighs shifted under me as they straddled the bike, holding it steady. He hooked his fingers into the back of my jeans and tugged. I braced my hands on the seat behind me and lifted my bottom so he could slide the thick fabric down my thighs. I deftly slid my legs free and felt a pulse of devious pleasure hum through me as I sat in a public car park naked from the waist down.

  “Turn around, Em,” he whispered in my ear. I looked up at his shadowed face in confusion. His answer was to undo his belt and zipper, sliding open his jeans. Looking down at the bulge threatening to burst the seams of his jeans, I slid my hand inside to find no barrier of underwear, and smiled up at him through my lashes. Taking his thick weight in my hand, feeling the pulsing eager vein, I pumped my fist up and down his shaft.

  “Turn around,” he growled more forcefully. I started to turn, but he lifted me like I weighed nothing, laying me on my front, straddling his bike. Cold air blasted against my naked arse as he lifted me higher. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I caught the sight of him sliding a condom onto his massive erection. I was no blushing virgin, but fuck me, seeing him stroke himself made me all flushed and hot. Pressing my cheek against the cool metal of his petrol tank, I waited, letting the cold leather of the seat cool my heated pussy.

  “You ready for me, Pix? It’s going to be hard and fast this first time,” he said, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against my clit. I lifted my arse in response to give him better access. He gripped my hips with his hands and thrust into me. I slapped my hands against the tank and gasped loudly. The invasion was a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain. He groaned in response, holding himself deep inside me, his fingers biting into my hips. I knew tomorrow I would wake a little sore, but right then I couldn't give a damn.

  “I need to move, Pix; you good?”

  I nodded, but in the dark I wasn’t sure he could see me. “Yes.”

  He pulled out with slow torture. I squeezed around him, wanting his fullness back.

  “Fuck, baby, you keep doing that and this will be quicker than my ego can take.” He thrust back inside again with slow, languorous movements. I cried out in frustration, needing more. I pressed my heated cheek against the cold metal. Leveraging off the foot pedals forced my hips back against his. When his balls slapped against my clit, I moaned. One of his meaty hands slid into my hair and pulled. My body arched, forcing my breasts to push out. I could feel the cold through my thin shirt. His other large hand cupped my breast and squeezed, his nail scraping over the sensitive peak of my nipple.

  “My pixie-girl is a little impatient.”

  “I–”

  “Brace your hands on the gas tank,” he urged, right next to my ear. I shivered, placing my hands around the curved, smooth metal. “Good girl.”

  The heat of his body against my back was replaced with a cold blast of air. His hand in my hair tightened, pulling my head back. There was no pain, but it was a dominant move of possession. This was him in control, and I loved it. His other hand snaked under my shirt to cup my naked breast.

  “Fucking perfect, Em; if only you could see how sexy you look.”

  I closed my eyes and licked my lips at the deep timbre of his voice. He rocked his hips gently, his thick length teasing, but not enough to send me over the edge. I was verging on madness; I needed him so desperately. I opened my mouth to beg when he reared back and slammed into me. I cried out in absolute delight; my breath caught in my throat as he pounded hard, stroke after glorious stroke driving me to a euphoric peak of ecstasy. The night air was filled with the slap of naked wet skin, heavy breathing, and creaking of the leather seat. I clawed my hands around the smooth metal as my body tightened, and I whimpered when his hand left my breast to cup my hip as his large body pressed me into the cold leather seat. The friction from the seat rubbing against my clit and his cock hitting my g-spot sent me into screaming oblivion. His hand released my hair and covered my mouth. I bit his thumb hard, sending him over the edge. His call of release was so beautifully animalistic; I shattered again, greedily clamping around him.

  I lay absolutely spent, sprawled across the bike, my naked arse in the air. I bet my hair was wild and I looked royally fucked, but I didn't give a shit, because that was an earth shattering orgasm. The bike rocked as my giant stood. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my temple, his smile slow and satisfied. I grinned back at him, unable to move my head.

  “I’ve fantasised about fucking a beautiful woman on my bike; never was that fucking perfect, though.”

  I giggled and sat up. My muscles groaned with tightness. I looked down at myself straddling his bike. My shirt was skewed, exposing my breasts. My naked legs were a stark, pale contrast against the black leather and my knickers were non-existent.

  “Fuck me, you’re a wet dream come true.”

  I turned and arched an eyebrow at him. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him. He stepped forward so quickly I gasped. He captured the back of my neck and pressed his lips against mine, our tongues tangling. He growled low in his throat and stepped back.

  “I need food, a room, and preferably a bed to spread your gorgeous naked body out on so I can feast on it for the night.”

 
I swayed on the seat, liking the sound of that.

  “There’s–” I started to say there was a hotel close by, but my mobile started ringing. I held up my finger apologetically and searched in the dark for my bag. I pulled out my phone to see Jack’s name. I frowned, jumped off the bike, and straightened my shirt as I answered, glancing around for my jeans.

  “Hello?” I blushed even though Jack couldn't see me. I yanked my jeans up my legs with one hand, holding the phone against my ear and shoulder to use both hands to fasten them.

  “Hey, sorry to ring you; I know it’s your night off, but Izzy has a temperature and this weird rash on her back.”

  “What?” My mind cleared of orgasm-induced numbness as his words sank in.

  “She’s burning up, and I’ve watched as this speckled-type rash has appeared on her back. What do I do, Em? Shall I ring NHS Direct, take her to A&E, or–”

  “I’m coming home now; I’ll be maybe half an hour.”

  “I am sorry, Em. I know–”

  “Stop! Honestly, it’s fine. Just strip her down to her knickers and vest and give her some Calpol. Does the rash disappear when you press on it?” I asked, instantly thinking meningitis.

  “Yeah, I tried the glass trick,” he said quietly.

  “Okay.”

  “See you in a bit.” I ended the call and started walking toward the bar to see if Phil would take me to Jack’s house.

  “Hey–hey! Where are you going?”

  Shit, I’d forgotten about him. I turned to see the giant with his arms held out by his sides.

  “I have to go.” I turned to walk away again.

  “I get that, but—do you want a ride somewhere?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a move weirdly at odds with the confidence from moments ago.