Page 61 of Ridin' Free
I remembered very well the last time a man bought me a gift.
It was a fifteen-carat diamond tennis bracelet.
It was a push present—but not in the traditional sense of the term.
I hadn’t been the one to push. It washimwho pushedme. He shoved me hard against a shelf filled with bottles of booze. It toppled over right along with me, creating a mess of spilled liquor and broken glass. If I hadn’t landed on the shelf, I probably would have been covered in cuts. The fact that I was only a little bruised was my consolation prize.
The bracelet was meant to be an apology.
I never wore it. Not even once.
I pawned it the first chance I got.
But this—this gift I didn’t want to pawn.
Still transfixed by the machine in front of me, I didn’t notice Twister at my back until he wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me gently against his chest. I sucked in a startled breath, but the smell of him—cedar and amber—reminded me I didn’t need to be afraid.
‘I got you, sparky. You’re safe.’
His lips tickling my ear, he asked, “Will it do?”
I couldn’t seem to answer him right away, my mind attempting to properly categorize this gesture. A part of mewanted to wrap his gift in suspicion and doubt, but I knew that was the devil within trying to rob me of the joy of this moment; rob me of the pleasure of being spoiled for no other reason than because he wanted to do something nice for me. Resisting the urge to repel his kindness, I spun around to face him.
Grabbing hold of his bearded cheeks, I gazed up into his brown eyes and whispered, “It’s perfect.”
When he leaned in for a kiss, I met him halfway, wanting it with every fiber of my being. I pressed up onto my tiptoes as I parted my lips and moved to wrap my arms around him. A sigh of satisfaction passed from my mouth to his as his tongue sought mine. His affection was as hungry and indulgent as ever, and it turned me on like it always did.
My fingers found their way into his damp hair, and I held onto the thick strands, wanting to keep him close for as long as possible. “Do you—have to—go?” I mumbled between kisses.
I could feel his smile as he answered against my lips, “Not until I’ve had you.” He reached for the button at my shorts as he continued, “Pretty sure I made you a promise.”
What he said was enough for me to pull away from him in order to help him undress me. As soon as my ankles were free of my panties and my denim, I reached over to open his jeans. He let me do it, fishing a rubber out of his wallet while I worked.
As he ripped open the condom, I took hold of his length, stroking him a few times. It didn’t take much to get him fully erect—and the feel of his hardness was all it took for the heat of my longing to pool between my thighs. Much like the first time, my hand around his healthy girth was an unspoken promise of pleasure the likes of which I’d never experienced with anyone else.
No sooner had he rolled on the condom than he had my naked ass on his cold counter. I didn’t mind the bite of thechill, too busy focused on the instant gratification caused when Twister lined us up and filled me full.
He grabbed hold of my legs beneath my thighs, and he took me fast and hard. I held onto the back of his sculpted biceps and luxuriated in the sensation of our friction. The sound of his skin slapping against mine, slick with my arousal, made me burn for him. I grew short of breath, and I could sense my pores opening as I began to perspire, my whole body on fire.
“Look at us, baby,” he demanded, his gaze already aimed at our connection point.
I obeyed and watched as his generous cock rammed in and out of me. The sight of it made me moan, stirring the passion inside, beckoning my orgasm closer.
“See how drenched you are for me? Hmm? Do you see how hard I am for you?”
I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, as if my heart itself was trying to answer him.
“Fuckin’ perfect fit, baby. You and me—fuckin’ beautiful.”
There was something about the way he said it that made me look up at him. Watching as he stared down at us, I knew he meant it. I knew he’d buy me a hundred coffee machines if I asked. I knew he wanted me, and I believed he wouldn’t hurt me. I understood he would protect me as fiercely as he fucked me, and it was this truth that made me whimper, “Yes, daddy.”
In an instant, his gaze was locked with mine, and the look in his eyes wasferal.
He growled, letting go of one of my legs so he might grab a fistful of my hair and tug, until I had no choice but to stare up at him. “Fuckin’ right,” he ground out, pounding into me harder.
I moaned as he beckoned my orgasm closer. He was riding me with an intensity so great, I knew I’d feel him long after we were done. I gripped him tighter, my fingertips digging into hisskin and he brought me to the edge. I was so close, and I wanted it so badly.
“Benson,” I cried. “Oh, Ben—I’m gonna come.”
