Page 47 of Ridin' Free
I knew what it was like to drive nowhere with the wind in my hair—but this was different. This was better. I wasn’t in control. I didn’t have to think. I just let go. I let go of everything, and I was weightless.
It feltamazing.
We rode like we were racing the sun, headed into the mountain hills in hopes of reaching it before sunset. We’d been riding for a half hour, maybe more, when Twister pulled into the lot of a little country store, located in the middle of nowhere. It was closed, but it was so old and random, it could have been abandoned for all I knew.
If Twister was someone else, I might have been afraid—on the side of the road with no other cars in sight—but I wasn’t.
He planted both feet and twisted his neck enough to glance at me from over his shoulder.
“Turnin’ around, headed back to town,” he told me. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want to see your sanctuary, baby, but we’re fuckin’ tonight. Haven’t had you in over a week. Seein’ as yours is the only pussy I’m cravin’ these days, my dick is startin’ to feel neglected. If that means my place, you say the word.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but my words got caught in my throat as I processed what he said. It didn’t make sense. Not entirely.
“Hold on—are you tellin’ me you haven’t slept with anyone other than me since the wedding?”
He shook his head once and replied, “I told you, I’m a Stallion, not a hound. I know how to keep it in my pants.”
I felt a tightness in my chest, like there wasn’t enough room inside of me to fill my lungs with a full breath. The wedding wasmore than two weeks in the past. Moreover, neither of us had gotten off the last time we were together. In fact, as far as I was concerned, there was never going to be a next time after that. He went six days without even speaking to me. It never occurred to me he wasn’t merely giving me space.
He waswaitingfor me.
Suddenly, the tightness in my chest felt like a weight pressing down on me. Rather than the sensation of being suffocated, I felt a longing I couldn’t explain any more than I could ignore.
Tightening my grip around him, I muttered, “Your place.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
In the next second, we were gone.
The sun had disappeared behind the horizon by the time we pulled into his garage. As soon as he dropped the kickstand, I maneuvered my way onto my feet, my impatience stronger than I anticipated after our ride.
As if he could read my thoughts, as soon as he dismounted his hog, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. My feet moved double time to keep up with his long stride.
Instead of taking me to the bedroom, he flicked on the light in the kitchen, pulling me toward his island. He then dropped my hand, grabbed me by the hips, and plopped me down onto the counter. I sucked in a breath of excitement, and he immediately stole it from me—sealing his mouth around mine.
His kiss was wild and unhinged, and I wanted every bit of it. I was already aroused from our ride, and the anticipation of this moment. His greedy affection was enough to make me so wet, I was on the verge of feeling uncomfortable.
He bit my lip as he broke our kiss and reached for the button at my jeans.
He got as far as unzipping my fly before he reached for one of my boots. As he made quick work of the laces, I pulled the strap of my purse over my head and shoved the bag aside. I watchedas he freed one foot and then the other before he began to tug at my jeans. I pressed my palms flat against the counter, lifting my hips in assistance.
As soon as my legs were free, before I could reach for him, he was on his knees. He spread my thighs wide and shoved aside the barrier of my panties, pausing to peer up at me from beneath his lashes.
“Fuck, baby—this pussy’s drenched, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
My pride battling against my vulnerability, I merely shrugged and replied, “I told you I liked to ride.”
He grinned, then reached up and spread my lips open wide before licking me from my entrance to my clit. He hummed, took a second pass, and I knew I was going to come. There was no stopping it—no stopping him. Just like earlier, on the back of his bike, he was in control, and I wasflying.
I moaned as my pleasure began to unfurl deep inside of me. He sucked on my clit, and I reached for a fistful of his hair as I began to lose it. I wanted him and this so badly, I felt outside of my mind. If I didn’t let him finish, the world would stop spinning. I was certain of this.
He slid two fingers inside of me, and I began to pant as I rolled my hips.
“Oh,fuck,” I cried as my head fell back.
“That’s it, sparky,” he all but groaned, working his fingers faster. “Come for me.”
No sooner had he said the words than he sucked me hard, shoving me over the edge and into utter oblivion. I felt myself flutter around his fingers as pleasure ripped through me, and I mewled unabashedly.
