Synopsis:
FREEFALL (The Indigo Lounge Series) #5
Keely Benson:
Nineteen. The age I threw my life away.
Twenty-Five. The age I decided to try it a second time.
Twenty-Five plus one day. The age Benedict Mason Sinclair III walked into
my life.
Mason
Sinclair III:
She was a curse.
A sex bomb.
A perfect reminder that not having a heart was the best choice I
ever made.
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
“You’re going out?” Keely asks.
I head for the indigo and black Mclaren P1 GTR and slide behind the
wheel. I throw open the passenger door and start counting silently. I reach
eight before she slides into the seat.
I almost wish she hadn’t. The moment she shuts the door and her scent
engulfs me I know I’m going to fuck her.
“Seatbelt,” I growl.
She complies.
I step on the gas, reversing in expert an arc that throws her against me.
“Whoa, easy there, Rusty,” she admonishes as she rights herself.
My jaw clenches and my fingers curl around the steering wheel. “I’m
keeping tally, Keely. For every time you call me that name.”
She laughs and fiddles with the temperate modulator until warm air flows
into the car. “And how exactly do you intend to get me back, seeing as you’re
leaving tomorrow?”
The smile barely twitches on my lips. “The night is still young.”
“Umm, no it kinda isn’t. It’s almost 1 a.m.” Her voice hold a cautious
delivery as if she’s realising just what she’s let herself in for.
I don’t respond as I quickly navigate the quiet streets on the outskirts
of Montauk, letting the powerful engine beneath me growl and fly. I drive fast
and aggressively, and every now and then I hear her breath catch when I take a
corner too quickly. After about ten miles, the turmoil in my chest start to
feel calmer. In direct proportion the turbulence in my pants is growing. My
cock has been hardening since she slid in barefoot beside me. Seeing one fist
clenched around the door handle and the other gripping the center console is
not doing my libido any good either. Nor is the rapid rise and fall of her
chest and the very visible outline of one breast since she stop paying
attention to the gaping robe.
I glance at the sat nav and spot a mile long road leading to a dead end
coming up on the left.
I take the turn and floor the accelerator.
She slams back against her seat. “God, slow the fuck down, would you?”
“I’m keeping a tally of that, too.”
The needles rises to a hundred, then one-twenty. One-forty. Her breath
shudders out. “You can keep all the goddamn tallies you want. If you make me
dead just one day into my twenty-fifth year, I swear you’ll never have a moment
of peace. I’ll haunt you until you beg me to kill you.”
My foot doesn’t lift from the pedal, but I glance at her. “Yesterday was
your birthday?”
She visibly shakes as the row of white oak trees mark the end of the
road. “Jesus, slow down, Rusty!”
“Answer my question.”
“What question? God! Yes, yesterday was my birthday.”
“What did you wish for?”
“Not to fucking die in a psycho’s car today!” Her fingers have long
turned white and her face is ashen with fright. One nipple is fully exposed and
I feel the blood rushing through my veins.
“Please!” The word explodes from her lips. “Slow down,” she whispers.
“Slow down, slow down, slow down.” The words trip over themselves.
“What about your foul language?” I ask, returning my eyes to the road.
“Fine. I won’t swear again!” She starts shaking her head frantically as
the trees rush towards us. “No!” Her right hand flies towards my thigh, digging
in with a tight, nail-biting grip.
I narrow my eyes, scan the dashboard, then the tree line. After exactly
three seconds, I transfer my foot from gas to brake.
The McLaren skids to a stop at the exact point where the road ends.
Author Bio:
Zara Cox has been writing for
almost twenty-five years but it wasn’t until nine years ago that she decided to
share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone outside her close
family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara’s next step in
her erotic romance writing journey and she would love to hear your thoughts.
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