The Hurricane by Nicole Hart Page A

getting shallow.
    “Darling, come,” Cain said over me. I hadn’t even realized he had approached our table.
    “I have some people I want you to meet,” he continued and held out his hand for Sierra, which she took immediately.
    “I’ll be back in a while, Ryker,” Cain said, and Ryker simply nodded without looking in his direction.
    Ryker placed his hand inside my panties and started to massage my clit.
    “Ryker,” I whispered. We shouldn’t do this here. Ryker turned his body toward me and leaned into me, shielding my body from the crowd.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear as he put one finger inside me.
    “What if someone sees us?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
    “No one can see anything, baby.” His hot breath in my ear caused goose bumps all over my body.
    Ryker continued to massage my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder, with my face pressed into his chest as I felt my orgasm build.
    “Oh God,” I whispered against him.
    “So fucking sexy,” he said in my ear as I started to tremble under him. I buried my mouth into his shirt to muffle my cries as I rode it out.
    After a few minutes, I was limp in his arms. Limp but completely satisfied. Right in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
     

 
    Out of Control
     
     

    My dick was about to explode out of my jeans just watching her come in my arms. My desire to watch her come undone consumed me sometimes. I loved the effect my touch had on her. It fueled me.
    “Come here baby,” I growled in her ear as I pulled her onto my lap, I could feel her clit throbbing in my lap which caused me to want to beat my fists against my chest, claim her, she was mine.
    “I can’t believe we just did that,” she giggled quietly in my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
    “It was sexy as fuck,” I admitted, running my fingers down her back, ready to get the hell out of here.
    “Well, well, well, if it isn’t The Hurricane,” I heard directly behind me, and my body froze; I knew that fucking voice. The cocky laugh that followed caused my body to tremble in anger. My hands dropped from Natalie’s back and balled into fists. Natalie’s body stiffened and her eyes got wide. I had to keep myself calm. I couldn’t let her see me spiral out of control. I had to focus.
    “What’s the matter, Hamilton, you don’t want to say hi,” Johnson roared, and the rest of the restaurant seemed to grow silent.
    “Get lost, dick,” I said without looking in his direction, trying to keep my focus on Natalie. I squeezed her waist gently, staring at her, but I couldn’t hide my trembling hands from her. I wanted to break this fucker’s neck.
    I stared at her face. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, but then closed again. Her green eyes were wide and inspecting me, watching, waiting.
    Focus. Focus. Focus. Don’t let him see it. He will feed on it. I knew it. Focus on her. Those eyes, those lips, those freckles.
    “Don’t be a pussy, Hurricane. You fixed the fucking fight, at least stand up like a man and admit it,” He said, and I heard someone laugh. One of his goons, probably. But the sound of that laugh caused my neck to tense up. I knew this feeling, I felt it. I grabbed Natalie by the waist and slid her off of me, sitting her beside me in the booth.
    “Ryker, just ignore him,” Natalie pleaded, but I couldn’t look at her. I stared at the table, my breathing getting harder. The anger was running through my veins. I couldn’t stop it. This mother fucker.
    “Yeah, Ryker, maybe you should listen to your bitch.”
    Snap his fucking neck.
    I gripped the edge of the table and flung it away from me, flipping it in the process, leaping to my feet. I heard a scream, it was faint but it was there.
    Snap his fucking neck.
    I lunged at Johnson, but his fucking goons shielded him. I leapt over them, my left fist aiming for his teeth. But then I felt two bodies pull me back. I scrambled to loosen their grip on me. I wanted this