Rogue's Passion (18 page)

One of the ends was designed to slip into the vagina while the other end pressed against the clit.
 

She swallowed nervously and her mouth went dry. “You want me to have it in…when we’re walking around…at a motorcycle rally?”
 

“It’s designed to stimulate you with every movement. And when that happens, I want you to think of me.”

It was a male-dominated environment. There’d be men everywhere. She ran the tips of her fingers over the rubbery ridges on one end. Wearing this in private was one thing, but out in public? She’d feel so…naughty. She’d probably want to jump Ash the first chance she got.

Which I guess is the point.
“I’ll do it on one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he said, cocking an eyebrow and probably getting ready to invoke Rule Number One.
 

“That you can’t leave me at any time. I don’t want to suddenly find myself standing next to some old guy if I’m having a mini-orgasm.”
 

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone, so that’s not a problem. I want to be there to experience every pleasurable sensation you have.”

 
A tiny surge of moisture dampened the panties she’d just put on. Part of her couldn’t believe she’d just agreed to such craziness. But another part of her was thrilled.

“Won’t it, you know, fall out?”

“The woman at the store said you’re to squeeze your muscles to keep it tight and that your panties will keep it in place.”

“The woman at the store?”

“Remember when you were shopping for clothes? I did a little shopping at the Lover’s Pantry next door.”

He led her into the bathroom, where he washed it with soap and water. “Here, let me put it in for you.”

Before she could protest, he was pushing her panties down and kneeling in front of her. In this dominant position, she felt nothing but vulnerable.
 

He sucked in a breath. “Holy Fates, woman, you’re already wet down here.”

“I…I know,” she said sheepishly.

Even though he’d rolled her over first thing this morning and they’d made love already, she felt as if she could go again in a heartbeat.
 

He slipped part of the toy inside her, spread her open with his thumb and forefinger, and positioned the other end against her clit. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her and her inner walls tightened instantly around the intrusion. The toy and its little nubs knew exactly where she was the most sensitive. She had to grip the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing to the floor.
 

“You okay, lass?” he asked, an impish grin on his face. “How does that feel?”

“Don’t move,” she said. “I think I’m…I’m going to have an orgasm.”

“Is that so? Then I guess I have it on right.”
 

He applied a little more pressure to the toy and she just about lost it. Every nerve ending sizzled and bright points of light flashed like stars behind her eyelids. She gripped his forearm, right below where his hand was touching her.
 

“Oh God, Ash. I’m seriously coming.”
 

He mumbled something about the fact that the toy could be used during intercourse and suddenly she felt several of his fingers slipping inside. Powerful waves of pleasure crashed over her, one right after the other. She wasn’t sure when one stopped and another started or maybe it was all just one long, continuous orgasm. The world seriously could’ve ended and she wouldn’t have noticed.

Leaving the toy in place, he stood, adjusted her panties and skirt, and pressed his lips to hers. “I take it my little gift works?”

“It was pretty amazing,” Olivia breathed against his mouth, clutching his shoulders.

He gave her one final peck. “Now, come on. I want to get there when it opens and it’s a long drive.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Does Reckless ever have events like this?” Olivia bit into an ear of roasted corn.
 

Asher noticed a drip of butter on her chin, so he wiped it away with his finger. “This is just a demonstration, but Rand does host a qualifying race in the summer where the top finishers advance to the semifinals.”
 

A rider from Spokane was on the dirt course right now. One of the biggest jumps was directly in front of where they were sitting in the bleachers. At the apex, the kid did a superman, kicking his legs straight out behind him.
 

“Holy shit,” Olivia said, laughing as the crowd erupted in cheers.
 

When the rider in blue and white gear landed his bike safely on the other side of the jump, he touched a glove to his helmet, thanking the audience. They cheered even louder and the bleachers vibrated with their pounding feet. Someone had clearly taught that kid some manners.
 

Later, as Asher spoke to a sales rep from Samson Brothers, Olivia’s hand tightened around his. He cast a quick glance in her direction as the heavyset guy was telling him about their new line of volt meters. She was biting her lips and her delicate nostrils were slightly flared. Was she having another orgasm or trying to control one? That little toy was turning out to be worth its weight in gold.
 

“Doing okay, lass?” he asked after they left the sales tent. He brushed a thumb over her lips.

“That was number seven.” She threaded her fingers through his, subtly moving them in and out in a slow rhythm that would match the pace of lovemaking.

He groaned, his cock thickening at the thought of making love to her again. She was undoubtedly primed for him right now, coated in a luxurious silkiness. He’d be able to push himself into her warmth with no foreplay. Hell, the whole day had been foreplay. He’d been walking around at half-mast much of the time thanks to her. At every stop, she stroked the back of his hand with feather-light touches. As they walked, she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and kneaded the top of his butt cheek. When they waited in line for cotton candy, she’d whispered in his ear that she wanted to “fuck you so bad right now.”

Another group of vendors was located on the other side of the exhibitor parking lot. It was starting to get dark, so they took a shortcut through the sea of trailers and tents to get there before all the booths were closed. As he started across an open area, she suddenly grabbed his hand and shoved him against the back of a trailer. Her lips were against his and her hands were unzipping his fly.

“Olivia—”

“Don’t you even,” she said, nipping his lower lip. “You started this. I haven’t been able to concentrate on hardly anything. All I can think about is having you inside me.”

“A good problem to have,” he growled.
 

She produced a condom from somewhere and he was quickly sheathed. Jumping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself onto him. He’d been expecting to feel the toy, but didn’t.
 

“Where…is…it?” he asked as he drove into her heat.
 

“My purse. Didn’t want the condom to rip.”
 

He kept one palm braced on the trailer next to her head while the other cupped her ass. She made these breathy little sounds in his ear with every thrust of his hips, driving him mad with desire. He grunted, and the toe-curling friction around his cock had him almost ready to—

Laughter came from the other side of the trailer and they heard the door opening.

Olivia’s whole body froze.
 

“Potential discovery is one of the hazards of having sex in public.”

“Shhh.” And then another sexy sound, quieter this time, came from her lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders. “I’m…I’m coming.”
 

Her inner walls clenched him even tighter. The friction was unbearable and the dam of pressure broke. Holding onto her perfect ass to keep himself seated deep inside her, he groaned into her hair as he came.
 

Chapter Sixteen

It was late when they arrived back at Reckless. When Olivia checked her messages, their plans to stay in the next day and play with their new toy changed, but it got plenty of use that night.

“I’d say we’ve gotten our money’s worth already,” Asher said as he pulled her close and fell asleep.

The iron arch of Grass Lawn Cemetery stretched above them as they drove through the entryway the next day. Olivia shivered, but not because she was cold. These places always reminded her of the day her father died and of her failure to save him.
 

Marco’s wife had left a message on her cell, letting her know about the funeral services this afternoon. She didn’t want to go, but Marco had been a great guy and taken a chance on her. It wouldn’t have been right to skip it.

Asher parked behind a long string of cars. “Doing okay?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
 

She smiled. “Thanks for coming with me.”

He’d been in the garage that morning, working on some kid’s motocross bike, when she’d asked if she could borrow his car for a few hours to attend the funeral. She was surprised when he told her he wanted to come with her.
 

She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt better around him, as if she were more capable of handling things that would normally drain her mentally. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that, unlike when she healed others, doing the same for Asher hadn’t exhausted her. He took nothing away from her, thereby leaving her strong.
 

“You bet,” he said, smiling.
 

She glanced down when her cell phone buzzed. It was a reminder that she had a voicemail message she hadn’t listened to yet. And she wasn’t going to, either. She tucked the phone back in her purse.
 

Along with Sandy’s message, there had been several from David, saying he needed her forwarding address to send her last paycheck. No way in hell was she returning that call or telling him where she lived, even though she was moving soon. He didn’t owe her any money. The message was a ploy to get her to call him, and when she did, he’d threaten to expose her if she didn’t come back to work for him and his underground fighting ring.
 

She and Asher stood near the back, just barely under the awning. Rows of chairs filled with Marco’s family and friends surrounded a gleaming walnut coffin in the middle. She smelled the soil of the freshly dug grave underneath the square of AstroTurf, but couldn’t see any dirt. Guess it made death more palatable not to see the gaping hole that would soon contain the body of their loved one.
 

After the pastor talked about Marco’s life and read a few passages of scripture, he opened up the podium for family and friends to say what was on their hearts. Almost every person mentioned something about the brutal barbarians being brought to justice. Asher remained stiff and she slipped her hand into his, squeezing it slightly.
 

If only they knew the truth.
 

A man next to them leaned over, interrupting her thoughts. “And to think that some people don’t believe there’s another world beyond the portals. Ha.”

After he faced forward again, Asher looked at her quizzically.

She cupped her hand over his ear. “There’s a whole movement of people who say the other world is a figment dreamed up by the nonreligious over here to explain their fixation on the supernatural. They’re conspiracy theorists who believe the government is behind the attacks in order to perpetuate a secular lie to keep people scared.”

“They got a couple of things right,” he growled.
 

A lump formed in her throat when an older man, who she assumed was Sandy’s father, put his arm protectively around the young woman. After most of the people had filed past to pay their respects, Olivia made her way to the front, planning to make it short and sweet. She hadn’t known Marco for very long, but she wanted Sandy to know she had come.
 

 
“I’m so sorry.” She didn’t think she was going to cry, but she felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes anyway. Then the words just gushed out of her. “I wish I could have done something. Anything. If only I hadn’t been locked in the cellar, I might have been able to…help him.”
 

“Of course there was nothing you could’ve done,” Sandy said. “At least you were downstairs when the blast hit. I only wish Marco had been with you. They told me that he…that it happened instantly. There wouldn’t have been anything you could’ve done anyway.”

Not true. There was plenty that I could’ve done if I’d gotten out in time. He didn’t have to die.

A spark of indignation flared in her gut. Maybe she couldn’t expose the truth. That would be too dangerous. But she could damn well help those the army chose to hurt. A vigilante healer. She pictured herself continuing her self-defense training and learning the skills necessary to stay out of the army’s reach. If Asher could do it all these years, then so could she.
 

“I’m sorry,” Sandy said to her, “but it looks like I’ll be closing the store.”