Free Finding Sadie (Los Rancheros #0.5) by Brandace Morrow Page A

of my car, I grasp the end closest to the windshield and hang on as he yanks my jeans down.
    It’s completely unlike me to not worry about scratching the three hundred and fifty thousand dollar machine, but the sound of his buckle jingling erases the concern.
    He palms me briefly.   “Always so fucking wet, Sadie,” he says with a mix of admonishment and approval, feeding both sides of who I am.  I push my bare ass against him, but he pushes back, so that my hips touch the car.  “Not yet.  Don’t make me spank your ass red right here.  Don’t you fucking tempt me.”
    I take a shaky breath, and it fogs against the grey paint when I exhale.  As soon as my lungs are empty, as if he was waiting for it, he powers into me with no warning.  He leaves me with no breath to scream, but my body tries.  My eyes widen, my mouth opens, but there’s no sound.
    With his withdrawal, my lungs expand. When he doesn’t immediately enter me again, I push back.  Smack.  Fuck.  “Ah!”
    “I told you, you had to wait.  You don’t listen for shit.” He grabs my loose hair in a fist and lifts my head off of the car with it.  “You have to be quiet now, Sadie.  Can you do that for me?  No screaming, not this time.  These walls echo.  If you don’t keep it in, security will be here in a heartbeat,” he rasps in my ear.  He slowly enters me again and withdrawals.  Testing me.  “I would have to stop.  You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?”
    I immediately shake my head as much as I can and am rewarded with a powerful thrust that sends our thighs slapping loudly.
    “That’s what you want, isn’t it Sadie?”  He continues to fill me.  The angle and my almost closed legs making things extremely deep.  Almost unbearably tight.
    A little whimper escapes my closed lips, and he’s gone.  I quickly let go of the car to cover my mouth, then he’s back.  His pace picks up, his grip on my hair arching my back.  I close my eyes and just feel his body as it drills into mine.  Sparks shoot off behind my eyelids as his balls slap my clit, over and over, faster and faster.
    There’s a sound that doesn’t belong.  A ding.  My eyes open to see the elevator doors parting.  Batty lets go of my hair to lift me by the waist.  My knees bend automatically to hold on the best I can.  He stays inside of me to the hilt when he lowers to the ground.  My palms smack the ground seconds before it would have been my face.  Then he’s got my hair again.  My body erupts in goosebumps when his lips touch my ear and he starts moving again, more slowly.
    “Shh.  You don’t want them to see you.  You don’t want them to make us stop, do you?”  I shake my head.  His abs roll like a snake down my back over and over as he pushes inside of me.  The thought of getting caught, people feet away to give proof that this actually happened, knowing besides the two of us, makes me soar higher.  My muscles clench around him, making it harder for him, but he loves it.  I know by the small groan I’m rewarded with.
    “Shh,” I say back, barely making a sound as the voices come closer.
    “You’re such a fucking smart ass.  So fucking hot when you’re mad.”  He pushes in as hard as he was on the hood, and I have to stop breathing so that I don’t yell the parking garage down around us.
    I come with muscle spasms that have me gripping anywhere I can.  His thighs do nicely where they’re pressed to the back of mine.  I dig my nails in as my body convulses.
    “Your fucking heels are going to leave blood on my ass.”  I pull him tighter to me with them, and he hisses.  Then he’s coming inside of me, I feel each jet and pulse in the stillness.  My eyes open to see under my car as headlights flash over us before turning to the ramp.
    Batty lifts me to my knees with a hand around my waist and pulls up his pants before helping me to my feet.  We’re both trying to catch our breath, the only sound the now faint