Page 31 of Ride Me

“I’d carry you anywhere, Legs. And that’s a fact.”

“Why didn’t he come with us?”

“I think he wanted to give you a chance to prepare.”

He slid open the loft door with one hand, carrying her into the large room and setting her down on a narrow kitchen chair. “Or maybe this is where I’m supposed to tell you that Bone Daddy doesn’t only want one thing. He craves it. It’s like food to him, and each bite he has makes him hungry for more.”

“Like food?” Oh, God, it was only sex he wanted, right? She’d known how he got his energy, she understood it was a sexual exchange, but the knowledge that it would be sex with a being straight out of fiction made all the terrifying things she’d ever seen or heard about voodoo flash through her mind. What if the more he wanted was brains for his zombie army? Or the souls of innocent children? Or her blood?

That rich, sensual chuckle filled the air, and Ben took a step away from her to give her a clear view of the man leaning against the door frame. Bone Daddy, she thought, a little hysterically, an image of a pile of skulls popping into her head.

“What an imagination you have, cher. Morbid, but amusing. I don’t make zombies or steal souls.”

Allegra glared over at Ben when he let out a surprised laugh.

Bone Daddy ignored him. “And blood isn’t what I want to taste on my tongue, to soak my fingers in when I touch you. I’m not that kind of animal.”

He could hear her thoughts. What was it with this city? Two psychic men prying into her mind and emotions was a little too much for her to take. But it didn’t take a psychic to understand his graphic words. He fed off sex.

“Not just sex, Allegra. Satisfaction. And today, it is your satisfaction I crave. Rousseau and I may be in true accord for the first time since we met. Neither one of us can wait to make you come. To finally experience it in the flesh.”

He strode toward her, his motions confident, predatory. He was a jungle cat stalking his prey, eyes golden and dangerous. What was it like, she wondered, to live underneath someone else’s skin? What was the draw that kept him tethered to Rousseau?

Allegra was still as a statue on the tiny wooden chair, clinging to it as he reached behind him and pulled his white T-shirt over his head.

Beautiful.

“Thank you.”

The muscles in his arms and abs rippled with leashed power as he reached for his belt. Every inch of skin revealed made her heart beat that much harder, that much faster. Made her mouth water in anticipation.

“You wonder why I stay, but you know better than anyone how delicious life can taste. You’ve sought it all your life. The thrill of blood rushing through your veins. The aches and pains that prove you survived another day. Hunger. Need. People take these things for granted, but until you know what it’s like to exist without them you shouldn’t judge me so harshly.”

She swallowed, her mouth going dry with desire and panic. He was mesmerizing. Convincing. Determined.

Maybe she’d overestimated her abilities. Her willpower.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Too late to back out now, cher. He tried to keep me away from you. To give you a choice. But you made it months ago, didn’t you?”

“Before I knew about your identity crisis.”

Bone Daddy threw back his head and laughed, his khaki pants falling to the floor to reveal him in all his glory. His thick, hard, fully erect—Oh, dear Lord.

“Did it matter all those mornings you spent in the coffee shop, pretending not to follow Rousseau’s every move? Or all those days you watched us from your window? Rousseau knew you were there. I told him. He watched you, too. Watched and felt an ache of longing at the sight of your sweet little body. The ache that you made that much worse when you came for us yesterday.”

She caught movement from the corner of her eye, saw Ben’s expression change to one of true surprise. Clearly touching her hadn’t told him she was a peeping pervert. But Bone Daddy knew. Rousseau knew.

Her face heated, but in spite of her embarrassment, she couldn’t stop her gaze from lowering to his erection. She’d felt it against her, seen it at a distance, but up close his cock was larger and profanely beautiful. Ridged and veined for pleasure. Hers.

Hot and restless, she shifted in her chair. A sharp twinge in her leg brought her back to herself with a start. She hadn’t been with anyone since her accident. She hadn’t even considered that hiccup. What if she couldn’t—

“We can’t have that,” he interrupted her worrying. “I’m not about to allow anything to distract you. Not now that you’ve finally called my name. I’m greedy for all your attention, Allegra. At least, until we are done.” He knelt down beside her, his rough palm smoothing over her left leg, from hip too knee.

Her skin was on fire. She jerked in the chair and pressed her lips together to hold back her scream.

“Legs?” Ben sounded frantic.

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