Iris (The Wild Side #2)(7)

Best case scenario, all things considered. A stroke of luck.

“I’m just going to need you to go ahead and take this someplace private,” he said gruffly, glancing at Iris, and then back at me.

I was nodding before he even finished talking.

“Yes, officer,” I said, unable to look him in the eye anymore, because even his interruption hadn’t been enough to distract me from my need.

I was still hard and throbbing.

Out of control.

I glanced at Iris, which was a mistake.

She was essentially covered. It wasn’t like she was naked, though the amount of cle**age she was exposing was hard to ignore.

It was the way she was leaning against the wall, eyes glazed, back arched, that was completely indecent.

I pulled her front into my chest by the shoulders, to hide her luscious state.

I couldn’t stand anyone else seeing her like that.

“Sorry about that, officer,” I said, still not looking at him. “We were just about to leave.”

He cleared his throat again, shifted on his feet a bit, and finally, walked away.

My hands on Iris’ shoulders moved to rub her back as I hugged her against me. We just stood like that for a long time, until the cop had left our sight, and we’d somewhat caught our breaths.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go back to my place.” I thought this was the most reasonable request. We had two choices here, as far as I could see. Either go to my car, or get arrested for finishing right here.

“I wish I could, but I have to go soon.”

I pulled back to look at her face, hands back to her shoulders.

“Excuse me? Go where?”

“It’s not important. What’s important is that I have to go. It can’t be helped.”

“So why did you come here? Just to tease me?”

“To see you. I thought that a little time was better than none. Was I wrong? Would you rather not see me at all?”

I took a few deep breaths. The answer was sad but easy to find. I’d missed her. I’d take her any way I could get her, whether it was for minutes or hours, for torture or satisfaction.

“I’d always rather see you. But, you need to tell me what’s going on. Why do you have to leave?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Her attention was caught by something behind me.

I turned to look.

A silver Jaguar pulled up to the curb, and stopped, idling there.

I glanced at Iris, and didn’t like one bit the way she looked at that car.

“I need to go,” she said woodenly, just looking at the Jaguar. “That’s my ride.”

There was a man behind the wheel.

I couldn’t make out a lot beyond his profile, since he didn’t so much as turn his head to glance in my direction, and he was wearing dark shades, but I saw enough.

He was young, big, muscular, blond, and certainly, by my estimation, better looking than me. And going by his car, he wasn’t lacking funds either.

I’d been replaced, if I’d ever been placed.

I felt ill.

Ill and furious, and completely wretched.

“Who is that?” I asked through my clenched jaw.

I heard her take an unsteady breath. “It’s a long story, and I can’t talk about it right now. I have to go.”

She pulled away, moving towards the car.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her back to me. I was past caring about making a scene. I wanted the guy to see that I was more than just a friend to her.

I saw his chiseled jaw, with its five o’clock scruff, clench hard, his nostrils flaring, his face turning far to the left, away from the sight of us.

I could feel the hostility pouring off him. The rage.

This bothered him. Good.

I wanted to bother the f**ker.

I wanted to hurt him, actually. And I certainly hoped he could feel the hostility, the unadulterated rage, that was pouring off me.

I looked away from him and down to a troubled Iris. I bent and took her mouth, lashing my tongue inside to stroke hers.

She pulled away, and my hands shot down to her hips, sliding around to cup her ass as I ground into her.

Her palms went to my chest, and she pushed away, though not hard, as though her heart wasn’t in it.

“Don’t, Dair. Please. Not now. I’ll call you later.”

I ignored that, kissing her again, my hand holding the back of her head, not letting her draw back until she began to respond, letting out a soft little grunt and starting to kiss me back.

I kissed along her jaw until my mouth was at her ear. “Don’t go with him. Please. Come with me.”

Lips trembling, body trembling, br**sts shivering with her deep, unsteady br**sts, she was putty in my hands. I could have taken her against that wall in broad daylight, ass**le in the Jag watching on, the police officer somewhere close enough to arrest us, if I’d been so inclined.

I very nearly was.

I’d half-convinced myself I’d made up the way she responded to me, but here it was, the proof in my arms, un-fakeable to my adoring gaze.

I kissed her breathless, then breathed my own into her.

“Come with me,” I panted. It was a plea.

“I can’t. I’ll call you soon though, okay?”

“No. I don’t believe you.” My hands were at her back rubbing, rubbing, molding her hard against me.