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TWENTY-SEVEN

HARKIN

Worship - Ari Abdul

A flush breaks out across her cheeks, and my attention splits between her obvious arousal and the couple in the front seat. Keira shoves her hips closer to my hand trapped between her thighs, and the leather seat creaks. She won’t want to give us away, but her desperation multiplies, thrusting those cares away.

“Tell me, little one, if I shove my hand down your pants and spear my fingers into your tight cunt, are you going to give me something to clean off.”

That has her face whipping toward me. I haven’t moved away, and our noses knock. Her eagerness comes out in quick breaths that fan across my face. Fuck it, I’ll break my rules for her.

“Turn up the music,” I bark.

James doesn’t miss a beat, turning the volume to a deafening level. I see Stacey turning toward us in my periphery, but a blur stops her progress, and my attention moves entirely back to Keira.

Surging forward, I close the small distance and capture Keira’s surprise. It only takes her a second to realize what’s happening. In any other circumstance, I’d make her wait until we were back at the apartment and away from prying eyes and ears, but I know she needs this.

Our tongues tangle, and for once, she’s not battling for dominance. She lets me ravage her mouth like this might be the last time my lips touch hers. I slip my hand from her core, and she growls her protest. But when my fingers open the button of her jeans, she pulls back, snapping her eyes to the front seat and back to me.

My eyebrows rise, and my head tilts slightly, a silent command for her to sit still and let me do this for her. She looks one last time and resigns, parting her legs to give me better access. It’s all the approval I need to do, just as I teased. When my fingers find her core warm and wet, I shove two inside, and they meet zero resistance. I swallow down her gasp, working in and out of her tight pussy. It contracts around me, the muscles trying to pull me in deeper than I can with our current restrictions.

“So fucking wet, little one. Are you going to scream for me when you coat me in your cum?”

My lips skate down, across her chin, and along the column of her delicate neck. Her head falls back against the headrest with a thud. I let my thumb skim across her clit, and her core clamps down on my fingers. I squeeze a third finger inside her and stroke her front wall slowly, my thumb rubbing circles at the same time.

“Fuck, Harkin. Please. Please let me come,” she begs softly for my ears only.

With her legs sprawled wide and her glossy eyes distant, it’s clear the others in the car no longer matter to her.

“Then come, little one. I want to hear you scream my name.”

My permission, coupled with the steady assault of my hand working her cunt, sends her over the edge. The music doesn’t cover her explosion, but it muffles the raspy scream of my name just enough.

I won’t stop until she’s convulsing with tiny twitches and her taut body slackens. She tilts her hips away and whimpers. When my fingers work free, they glisten in the sunlight. She’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had on my lips. My cock pulses in agreement, and I readjust to a more comfortable position.

Our timing is perfect. The SUV pulls into the underground parking garage while Keira’s buttoning her jeans back into place. I snag her hand and drag her out of the backseat, racing for the elevator bank.

My cock throbs painfully with her taste still on my tongue. I need her now. The button for the elevator isn’t calling it down fast enough. I can feel her gaze burning into the side of my face, but if I look at those kiss-swollen lips and the blush still spread across her cheeks and chest, I won’t have it in me to wait until we get upstairs.

The elevator finally dings upon its arrival, but the metal doors glide open at a glacial pace. Before they’ve opened fully, we're inside, and I’m forcing the floor button down hard enough to jam the bones in my finger.

“That’s not going to make it go any faster,” she says from behind me.

I don’t need eyes on her to see the smile creeping across her face from her smart-ass comment. My composure snaps. When the doors close and the elevator lifts from the garage floor, I pull the emergency stop, and the whole box jerks to a halt.

The emergency alarm blares to life, but I ignore it. There’s something more important to handle. Spinning on my heels, I close the space between us, hand shooting out to take her delicate throat in my hand.

“Kneel,” I command, giving her a generous squeeze.

Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud. Those beautiful eyes dance with excitement. I make quick work of undoing my belt and jeans, letting them fall open and down just enough to release my aching cock.

“Let’s see you sass me when you’re gagging on my cock, little one.”

She sticks her rosy tongue out in offering, flattening the surface. Tracing my cock against the wetness, I shove in deeper with each thrust of my hips. She’s eager for me now, grabbing onto my thighs and hauling me into her.

Her throat squeezes around my dick when she swallows me down and gags at the fullness. I’m so pent up from the feel of her pussy around my fingers in the car that it won’t take much longer to bust my load.

“Fuck, Keira,” I groan, slapping my hands against the wall.

She pulls back and licks up my shaft, circling the head. My cock twitches at her teasing appreciation. Her warm hand cups my balls and massages as she takes me back into her throat, humming as the first beads of cum leak from my tip.

“Such a dirty little slut, desperate to drink me down.”

With my head hanging between my outstretched arms, I don’t miss how her hips shift at my words. My girl just came, but that never matters. Quickly kicking her knees apart, I shove my boot between her thighs against her core.

“You want to come again?”

She bobs up and down on my dick, nodding her head.

“Then grind your pussy on my boot and make us both come.”

That sets her off with renewed vigor, bottoming out to the base. Her hips grind down against my boot at the same speed she’s keeping with her mouth. My balls tighten, the pleasure from her finger massaging my taint, and her lips wrapped around me catapult me over the edge. I surge forward, spilling down her throat and onto her tongue. Her hips move erratically, and I know she’s found her release with me.

The blaring of the elevator’s emergency alarm filters back in. No doubt, it’s already sent a notification to the building’s managing staff. I quickly get myself situated and hold a hand out for Keira to climb up from the floor.

After hitting the stop button back into place, the elevator lurches into motion. I’ll have to get into the building's computer system and scrub the last ten minutes from the hard drive and cloud storage.

The ride up to our floor is quiet but settled. Keira’s drained the uneasy, anxious air from the room, and the knot in my chest, tied directly to her happiness, loosens.

“I’m going to draw a bath. Join me?” she asks when we step through the front door.

Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I answer, “I have some work to do. You get started.”

“Keira, your phone,” I yell from the kitchen. She’s somewhere around the apartment since her phone is vibrating on the kitchen island. “Keira,” I yell louder when she doesn’t answer.

Our food simmers on the stove, minutes away from being done, so I pick up the obnoxious device rattling about.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is Keira Fitzpatrick available?”

“To whom am I speaking?”

“This is a personal matter, sir. I’m unable to provide that information. Is Ms. Fitzpatrick available?”

I pull the phone away from my ear, staring at the number with no name on the caller ID.

“Just a moment.”

Conveniently, Keira chooses that moment to come down the hall. She smiles when she sees me, and her eyebrow quirks in question.

Offering her the phone, I say, “Some man’s calling you. It’s personal, he says.”

That confusion grows more profound in her brows as she brings the cell to her ear. “Uhm, hello?”

I wish she’d put the damn thing on speaker so I could listen in, but I hang on to her responses, trying to piece it together.

“Yes, that’s me.” She pauses, letting the conversation continue on the other line. “Yes, I can make that work.”

Make what work?

“Yes, sir. Nine am on Thursday. I will see you then. Is there anything I need to bring or do to prepare?”

She listens for a little longer before giving him a pleasant sign-off.

“I’m starving, and it smells delicious in here. What are we having?”

I stay planted at the end of the island, arms crossed, as she bounces up to me. “Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”

“Hmm. It’s personal,” Keira states with mock seriousness.

Shaking my head, I snatch her waist and pull her into my chest. “Baby, there is nothing too personal that you can keep from me.”

Her arms snake around my neck, her soft body shifting further into me. I know she's up to something when those golden eyes light with a menacing tell.

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this one,” she says confidently before popping up on her toes to press a kiss to my lips. “Now, back to the food.”

“Keira.”

“Yes.”

“Phone call.”

“It’s really bothering you not knowing, isn’t it?”

“Are you pushing for a punishment? Because if you’d like to sit for whatever this appointment is you have coming up, I recommend you start talking, sweetness.”

Her body shivers and those playful eyes turn dark. It’s exactly what she’s gunning for, but she’s getting in over her head, thinking it’ll turn into something pleasure-inducing. We’re locked in a stare-down, my fingers digging into her hips, refusing to let her squirm her way free. The beginning scent of burning sauce hits my nose and gives me the way to break her.

“You’ve got about ten seconds until the food becomes inedible. And I’m not letting you go until you tell me.”

Her eyes jerk to the saucepan on the stove and back to me. “Fine, fine! Go save it, and I’ll tell you.”

Narrowing my eyes down at her, I slowly loosen my tight hold. She springs back, shoving my body toward the food.

“That was the doctor scheduling the appointment to discuss the procedure.” She stops, grabbing the plates from the cabinet. “Maybe this isn’t the right time to do this with everything happening. You’ve seen the statistics on recovery time. How can we deal with Domenico if I’m weak and can’t handle myself?”

After everything, Keira’s selfless desire to help her niece is the last thing I want her worrying about becoming an issue. With the food done, I turn off the burner, moving the pan to the opposite side.

“Listen to me. The shit with Domenico and my father isn’t your problem. You stepping up and agreeing to the meeting might not even guarantee he lets him go. I wouldn’t put it past him to go against his word. He isn’t exactly giving off the most trustworthy vibes. And we still don’t know what his plan is.”

“But if he?—”

I cut her off, grabbing her hips and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. “But nothing. You want to do the procedure, or you wouldn’t have offered and spent countless hours researching the positive outcome for the patients. Don’t let the bad and unknown take away from doing something life-changing for someone you care about.”

“I don’t even know her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I add, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “And you know it.”