Page 37 of Wild Ride

I still don’t fall asleep. I roll onto my side and stare at the wall but can’t find sleep. Not even for a minute. Bullet’s arm slides around my waist before he drags my back against his front. I feel his lips touch my shoulder before he murmurs.

“You read that paper and find out anything?”

“Just more questions,” I whisper.

He hums. “When we go there, we’ll get some answers, baby.”

Exhaling, I roll over in his arms and look into his eyes. I want to ask him a million questions. Not just about Nathan but about us, about this, and what it all means. I feel like I’m living in an alternate universe. And since I feel like I’m living in an alternate universe, I get a little daring.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

He laughs softly, leaning forward and touching his lips to the top of my forehead. “Name’s Bishop Drake.”

Wow.

Bishop Drake.

Wow.

“Great name,” I breathe.

BULLET

Chuckling slightly, I watch as she leans forward. My name is probably the best thing my parents ever did for me. God knows they didn’t do much else. Sliding my hand up the center of her back, I apply some pressure so she moves a bit closer to me.

“It’s just a name,” I murmur.

Slowly, I lower my head and touch my mouth to hers. Dakota’s lips part, and I know I should be talking to her about what Piggy found, but I’m an asshole, and now that she’s in my shirt, in my bed, I need to be inside of her.

Rolling her onto her back, I fit my hips between her thighs. I’m already hard, but I know she’s not ready for me yet. Slipping my hand between her legs, I slide my fingers through her folds, groaning at the wetness I find there.

“You’re already wet for me, baby,” I rasp.

She hums, her back arching as she lifts her hips slightly. Swirling my fingers around her clit, I slide them through her folds again, then slip them inside of her and curl them. She’s fucking warm and wet, perfectly fucking primed.

Pressing my knees into the bed, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs and spread her legs as far as they’ll go before I push them toward the mattress. When her knees touchthe white sheets, only then do I sink inside of her, burying myself to the hilt.

Tipping my chin, I take in the way she looks when I’m balls deep inside of her. The way her body stretches around me, how she takes me, all of me, stretching perfectly around me.

I grip her thighs, and my hips begin to move. Slowly, in and out, my gaze focused on our connection. My cock glistens with her wetness. With each stroke, I climb higher and higher toward my release.

I’m still half-drunk, but fuck me, I cannot get enough of this girl. Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her clit, watching as her breathing not only grows heavier but also louder. Then she throws in some sweet moans and soft whimpers.

It doesn’t take me long, her long, until we’re both on the fucking edge of falling. I’m about to goddamn jump off that edge when her pussy clenches around me and my balls draw up. I come. It’s hard and fast. It consumes my body from the inside out, and I bury myself deep inside of her, stilling as I come.

Releasing her thigh, I slide my hand up to curl around the side of her neck. My gaze searches hers for a moment before I brush my mouth against hers and regretfully slip out of her body. Lying on my side, I reach out for her, gathering her in my arms.

As I draw circles with my thumb against her hip, I touch my lips to the top of her head. “Bishop,” she whispers.

Lifting my head, I look down into her eyes. “Like it when you say my name, baby.” She lets out a sigh.

“Dakota, why aren’t you sleeping? Two good fucks, ate your cunt, and you had a bunch of booze. You should be passed the fuck out.”

She smiles up at me, her honey gaze searching mine. “I have no clue, but I can’t sleep.”

Touching my mouth to hers again, I hold her close to me. “Like you in my shirt, baby.”

“I still like it when you call me baby,” she breathes. “But I’m confused.”

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