Free Innocence Defied (New York) by Lainey Reese Page B

they would be caught. Panic had her trying to close her legs again, but Gage’s hand became like a vise. Then he leaned over, presumably to steal a drink of her soda, but whispered in her ear instead. “If you try to close your legs one more time, sub, you’ll regret it.”
    Zoe gulped as passion bloomed to full and vibrant life inside her. For what seemed like hours, that big strong hand just stayed there, hot as a branding iron, focusing her universe down to that one spot. Then, just when she’d relaxed and decided nothing else would happen, he moved. His palm slid rough and hot up the inside that thigh, leaving a throbbing trail of heat in its wake. She expected him to tease her more—maybe get close enough to almost touch and then back away—but he didn’t. He glided straight up until his fingers cupped right over her core, and Zoe couldn’t stop the helpless sound she made so she settled for muffling it in Gage’s shoulder.
    His fingers felt even better now than they had last night and this morning. Maybe it was the added danger of getting caught, but whatever the reason, Zoe thought it was the most delicious sensation in the world as he curled his fingers into a claw and slowly dragged them over her lips. He played with her for a time, tugging on the labia and combing through the springy hair until she felt moisture trickle from her center down to the crease of her cheeks.
    He must have felt that and took it as a signal, because his middle finger insinuated itself between the soft folds and he opened her. She couldn’t be positive, but she could’ve sworn he hummed in pleasure at finding her so wet for him. His thumb zeroed in on her clit and started making lazy circles there while the other digits went back down. Zoe about came out of her chair when he slid not one, but two of them in her. Now she was positive about that humming, because he did it again when he leaned close to whisper once more. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little pussy. You are going to feel fantastic.”
    Zoe couldn’t answer. She could barely remember to breathe as those two thick fingers pumped slowly in and out of her. As she desperately tried to keep still and at least look like she was watching the movie, Gage curled those fingers up and started tapping on that inner spot again. Zoe whimpered and felt her hips curl up off the seat, Gage used the heel of his hand to press her back down, only it made things even more critical because he was pressing right on her clit—the villain.
    “Oops, darlin.” Gage’s voice was the gravely whisper of a million fantasies. “Tug your top and bra down so I can see your breast.” As shock reverberated throughout her system, Gage chuckled. “That made your pussy grip my fingers like a vise, sugar. Do it.”
    Zoe didn’t want to think what would happen if Brice or Terryn got up to go to the bathroom, or one of the attendants came by with flashlights to check the theater. There were no people close by, and no one in seats where Zoe and Gage could be seen, but still. With a deep breath, she slid one hand up her torso until she gripped the edge of her neckline and bra, then pulled. With a small wobble, one breast popped free and Zoe felt her core clench again on the fingers lodged inside her. Gage was still facing the screen but she knew he was focused entirely on her. His hand clenched tight, curling up against her G-spot again and the heel grinding on her clit, and he shook his grip on her there. It was incredible and intense—that vibrating against her core—and caused that exposed breast to jiggle freely.
    She was going to come. The danger of being exposed and vulnerable to getting caught added to what he was doing, and Zoe was helpless to stop the fast-approaching avalanche.
    “That’s right, darlin.’” That whisper again. “God, you get so fuckin’ tight right before you come. Can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”
    He flexed his fingers stronger within her and ground his