Dancer in the waves, p.37
Dancer In The Waves, page 37
He kissed her hand and let it go, not saying anything more.
Alice rushed back to Gabriel, fully aware that not saying yes was a reply in and of itself.
Why was he driving so fast? Alice had to grab the door handle to keep her balance when a hard curve pushed her toward Gabriel. Usually he was more careful on the roads near the coast.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“Sorry,” he said, and he slowed the car.
He continue to glance at her from the corner of his eye whenever there was a straight bit of road, but each only lasted a few seconds at a time.
The radio was playing a new pop song she didn’t know. Alice picked up her phone to research it; it could be interesting to bring to dance class. She tapped one foot to the rhythm and instinctively moved her shoulders to the lyrics.
Gabriel put his hand on her knee and squeezed. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He had never complained before about her using her phone while he drove.
“Dancing in your seat. I’m already having a hard time keeping control until we get home.”
“Keeping control? Slow down, then. We’re not racing anyone.”
“Not of the car. Of me!”
She felt out their bond, and his arousal jumped at her.
“Oh.”
“It’s that damn dress. It’s been doing things to my mind since you put it on.”
“You’re the one who asked me to wear it tonight. Don’t complain now.”
“I’m not complaining, I’m loving that dress. I just didn’t expect to get so turned on by it.”
She laughed at the irony. “So you insisted I put on this dress to tease Matts, and now you’re having trouble because of it?”
“Yes, but unlike Matts, I get to do something about it,” he said with an evil grin.
She put her phone away and studied him. He gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white, there was a muscle tensing in his neck, and in his lap—there was quite a bulge.
“So,” she said slowly, “if I move my hips like this?” She rolled her hips to the music. “You get aroused?”
“Stop that.”
“And if I move my shoulders? Does that get you aroused too?” She’d said her shoulders, but she pushed her chest out. She twisted her waist to make her chest roll slowly, her right hand grabbing the headrest.
“Oh, you mean woman.” He accelerated again, the car roaring loudly into the night.
“You are going to get us both killed if you speed like that,” she shouted over the roar of the engine.
He slowed down again and groaned in frustration. “You are torturing me. That’s not fair.”
“And torturing Matts is? You’ve been going at him all night.” She rolled her chest to the music again. “I think it’s good for you to experience a bit of his suffering.”
Gabriel pressed his mouth so tightly closed, she could hardly see his lips. He shook his head slowly. If looks could slap asses, she wouldn’t be able to sit down right now.
She grinned slyly and continued to slowly dance to the music.
“You are so going to regret that.”
“We are twenty minutes away from home. Surely you can hold on until then?” She put her hands over her chest, closing and opening her fingers to the music’s rhythm. Then she brought them to her neck and head and lowered them suggestively.
“Shit.” He laughed. “You really don’t play fair, do you?” He turned the car onto an unusual road and speed up. “Don’t complain when you get what you deserve for that.”
“Where are you going? I thought you were in a hurry to get home.” She didn’t recognize the path they were taking now. A shortcut?
A bit further ahead, he turned the car toward the sea and the asphalt became a dirt road. She could hear little pebbles loosened by the wheels and hitting metal. “You’re going to scratch the car.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the car.”
He parked on a cliff overlooking a beach. There were no lights around, and the night got even darker when he cut the engine, killing the headlights. He opened the window next to her, just enough to let the ocean smell in.
“Where are we?” Alice asked, looking around.
He turned to her with a predatory gaze, and let his eyes run slowly all the way down her body. His eyes snapped back to hers and he gave a slow, evil grin.
“Dance again, please.” He turned the radio up.
“Not sure I want to, now.” she teased.
He took off his tie and rolled it up in his left hand, never taking his eyes off hers. “Like you were doing before, with the arms up. Please dance for me?” he asked in a deceptively sweet voice.
She grabbed the headrest with both hands and lifted her hips from the seat, languorously turning them.
He leaned in and kissed her, reaching to grab her hands from the headrest.
“What are you doing?” Alice asked, exasperated. He used the tie to bind her wrists to the headrest.
She fought the restraint, but couldn’t release her arms. “What is it with alphas and control?”
Gabriel smirked. “You know you are irresistible, and you still pushed me. Now you’ll find out what you get for taking a bite out of my control.”
He pulled the lever under her seat, making it go all the way back, and she squeaked when he pushed the back of her seat down all in one go.
“It’s too early for that.” He laughed softly, and he reclined his own seat.
Then he draped one of her legs over his lap, holding it in place, and slowly ran his left hand up her thigh, testing the material of her stockings by pinching it and letting it go.
“No. Don’t rip them, please.”
There was the sound of fabric ripping, and then his hand was directly on her skin. “Let’s hope it’s not just the tights that end up ripped,” he purred. Sparks went up her spine, and she squirmed a little with anticipation. He smiled, enjoying himself, but didn’t touch her where she wanted him to.
He switched hands, holding the inside of her left thigh with his left hand, and he pushed his right hand between her back and the seat, looking for the dress’s zipper.
He kissed her neck while he opened her dress, and he licked all the way down to the edge of her cleavage. She closed her eyes, focusing on how wonderful it felt, and was surprised when he lifted her hips and pushed her dress up. The leather of the dress was soft, but it didn’t want to bunch up, so he grabbed the edges of the skirt’s slit and ripped it along the seam.
“My dress!” she said, furious.
He didn’t even stop what he was doing, pushing the leather up her hips. “I told you, you would regret it.” He laughed.
He tore the thong she was wearing like it was paper, and tossed it over his shoulder with a smirk.
“Do you still want to dance in the car?” he teased.
Oh, she was going down with this ship. She arched her back and twisted seductively to the music, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
She could feel his amusement through their bond, though it was chock-full of arousal right now.
“Let’s see if I can change your mind about that.” There was a ravenous look in his eyes.
Guiding her legs apart, he used his left leg to pin her right leg to the car door. The ocean’s cold air from outside was fighting the warmth fogging the windows. He slid the top of her dress down, just enough to show the tips of her breasts. Then he kissed one nipple very gently, passing his tongue over it slowly. He used his right arm to support himself against her car seat, his other hand teasing the inside of her thighs, his thumb running over a spot where the thong had probably left a mark.
He turned to the other nipple, this time giving a light bite. She breathed faster, and her heart raced to bring blood to every spot he was touching.
He spread his hand over her groin and caressed it lightly in a slow tease, leaving her breathless. How was he in control now, with her at his mercy? The jerk gave a low chuckle.
“Are you still going to torment me, when you should know better?” he asked.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck, yes, she would torment him. She would double down in their war of stubbornness, hell-bent on emerging victorious.
She bit her lip and brought up her free leg to rub at his groin. If he had bothered to take off her shoes to remove her stockings, she could have done more with her feet.
His loss…
He grinned at her unspoken reply, and pushed one finger into her folds, slowly, teasingly. A small moan came out of her at the pleasure crawling up her belly. He slid another finger in, carefully avoiding the most sensitive spot. His eyes were fixed on hers, daring her to give in and admit he was right.
Not fair; she couldn’t touch him back. She pushed her hips forward, making his fingers rub against the place he was avoiding. A small wave of pleasure erupted at that touch, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. He held her down with a hand over her pubic bone.
Gabriel was sweating, even with the cold air coming in from the window. He opened his hand and let his fingers slide up and down along her groin, never touching where she wanted him to. The pressure was driving her mad. She tried to lift her hips again, but he just pushed her back down with a chuckle. The movement excited her even more.
She squirmed against the tie around her wrists, wanting to touch him, to tease him back, but she couldn’t get loose. He circled her opening with his finger, and his lips went back to her left breast. She arched her back to meet him, a hungry moan demanding more from him.
“Gabriel…”
He was rubbing his erection on her leg now, his own breathing coming in short pants.
“Fuck, Alice, you win this time.” He got off her and unzipped his pants. Alice felt a victory smile spread on her lips. She knew she would win.
He slid her hips down to the edge of the car seat, settled in front of her, and began rubbing his erection on her mound, gently parting her and hitting all the right spots. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure.
Both hands on her hips, he entered her slowly, gingerly, as if entering a warm bath. She wanted to lift her hips up to meet him and to give him a better angle, but he didn’t let her. Pleasure filled her along with his erection, and she rasped his name again.
“Gabriel, please…”
He filled her completely, circled his hips, and left her empty again. Before she could complain, he sank all the way back into her. Again, he teased her by pulling out almost all the way, leaving only the tip of his erection inside, and pushing himself all the way in. All the while, his hands were on her hips, stopping her from moving. He had absolute control.
“More,” she begged.
A smug smile on his face, he crawled carefully on top of her, releasing her hips. She wrapped a leg around his waist.
“I fucking love you so much,” he murmured into her ear. He entered her again, the pleasure pushing a soft groan out of her throat. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, while his right hand wrapped around her hair.
“Dance for me again.”
Alice pushed herself off the car seat as much as she could to meet his body. Her hips aligned with his, giving him a better angle to fuck her.
Her inner walls began to contract with the dawning of her orgasm, the pleasure building steadily. He increased his speed and playfully bit her neck. The sensation overwhelmed her and she climaxed, bringing him along for the ride shortly after. He stilled and stayed inside her, a groan leaving his lips while he rode his own climax.
He kissed her then, a long, sweet kiss that promised of more to come. She knew her alpha—this was far from enough to sate him tonight. They were going to end up entangled in the sheets as soon as they got home.
He got off her and relaxed to his side on his own seat, watching her closely while he let his hand roam up and down her body.
“I like seeing you tied up,” he commented, looking at her arms. “It makes the dominant side of me very satisfied.”
“That’s because I don’t obey you. I bet you love watching me submit.”
“Yes, I do.” He laughed, grabbing her ass. “But I think you’re the boss in this relationship, no matter how much I try to get the upper hand.”
She scoffed. “You literally have me tagged to know where I am at all times. I wouldn’t call that being the dominant one.”
“Fair enough.”
He undid the knot around her wrists, and maneuvered her seat back into place. She tried to straighten her dress, and pulled the zipper at the back halfway up.
“My poor dress,” she moaned, examining the torn seams.
“You can get it fixed. Maybe you should leave that crack open. Makes it easier to push it up.”
“I think I have other things in my closet that are better for car sex,” she teased.
He turned on the engine and backed up the road.
“I think tonight, the only piece of clothing I want to see on you is that tie. It gave me some ideas I would like to try.”
She laughed. Just as she predicted—they weren’t going to sleep a lot tonight.
24
The Strays Make a Move
Gabriel
Gabriel watched the crowd as it undulated to the rhythm of the music. The strobing lights and continuous movement made it extremely difficult to focus on faces, but Elijah had taught him his trick to following people as they moved through the dance floor. A striped shirt, an unusual haircut, a drink in their hands, a pop of color. There was always something easier to follow than a face.
Both he and Elijah were tracking one such individual by his red shirt. The man had hung around a group of women with predatory intent, until the group had moved nearer to the VIP zone. At least, Gabriel thought it was predatory intent; it could be that the man was just taken with one of the women. From his office, it was frankly impossible to tell the difference. Still, he had made an exception for the group to pass into the VIP area. The man was clearly bothering the women, and Gabriel had little patience for creeps.
“Hawk one to door two, take note of a man with a red shirt. I think he’s going to make a try for the VIP area.”
Gabriel tried to hold back a chuckle. The use of call signs was odd. Elijah insisted on using them because they were efficient, but it made him sound like a bodyguard from an American action flick. Still, Gabriel had agreed that Alice’s security team should adopt some practices common in America, as it made them all more efficient.
And just as Elijah had predicted, the red-shirt guy tried to sneak his way to the VIP area. The bouncer cut him off.
“I knew he was going to go for it,” said Elijah.
“Good spot,” Gabriel praised Elijah, one hand on his shoulder.
Gabriel quickly looked for the girls on the second dance floor. Naomi’s yellow dress was easy to spot in the crowd, and Alice was right next to her.
Next to him, Elijah went back to watching the crowd with eagle eyes. He would be downstairs with them too if he could stand the loud music. He didn’t go down to the main floor unless he was needed, and he hardly ever was. The loud music and flickering lights, plus the smell of booze and sweat, muddled whatever it was that made Alice stand out from the others. It would take an alpha of extraordinarily keen senses to distinguish Alice from the crowd, and Lisbon didn’t have many of those.
“Let me know if there are any more creeps around,” Gabriel told him as he went back to his desk.
“I will, but it should be a calm night.”
Opening his laptop, a feeling of amusement fluttered in through the bond. Alice was having fun, but she felt somewhat muted tonight. Maybe she was tired or had too much to drink.
“Hey, boss.” Ravi’s voice came through a speaker in Gabriel’s desk. “The ladies’ room in the VIP area has trouble again. Someone clogged a toilet, and it keeps auto-flushing.”
“Shit, can you close the water off?”
“I can for the whole bathroom, but no one will be able to use it either way.”
“Go ahead. If Alice and the others want to use the restroom, have them use the employee one, please.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
The employee bathroom was behind the bar, in the back of the nightclub. The only way out of there was returning back to the dance floor, or out into the alley where he’d parked the car. It was safe for Alice to go there, but still… something was nagging at him.
“Maybe we should call it an early night,” he suggested to Elijah. “As soon as I’m done here, we should go home.”
“Because of the toilet?” Elijah asked him. He could almost bet he was thinking the same thing. “Yeah, I agree.”
“Have you talked with Diego’s people about his visit?” Gabriel asked from behind his laptop.
“The Spanish First Chair?” Elijah asked. “Yes, I gave them the security plan. Are you sure you want Alice to meet him?”
“Yes. He’s trustworthy.”
“All right. But I still think it’s exposing—” Elijah’s concern was cut short when all the lights around them went out. An abrupt moment of silence was quickly followed by a loud, disappointed uproar from the crowd.
“What the fuck?” Gabriel looked up from his laptop, the light of the screen the only light source in the office. Clogged toilets were a common occurrence, but they had never had a blackout before. His phone started ringing. As soon as he answered, his assistant manager greeted him with a hassled voice.
“The distribution for the riverfront area is all down. They are trying to fix it.”
“All right, do what you can in the meantime.” Gabriel maintained his calm as he got up and went to the door. “Just make sure the safety of the patrons comes first.”
Peering downstairs to check on Alice, he could see small lights from the mobile phones people were using to orient themselves.
“Can you still lock down the club?” Elijah asked him.
