Page 46 of Ride Forever
“I thought brooding was sexy.”
She laughed and shook her head, her hair falling forward and spilling onto my bare chest. The fact she could laugh with King’s threats hanging over her head was unbelievable. It just proved her strength even more. Her insecurities didn’t weaken her one bit—they just showed she was human. Sloane was human, Marini was human…and so was King. He wasn’t an immortal tyrant. Humans could be killed.
“I’m going to have a shower,” I said.
“Can I come?”
My cock twitched, and she grinned.
Rolling out of bed, I padded across the room and into the bathroom, aware she followed my every step. Leaning into the shower, which was inconveniently placed over the bath, I gave the hot water a few spins before adding in a turn of cold.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” Sloane said, her gaze dropping to my cock.
“I agree.”
I stepped into the bath and tested the water. Dipping my head underneath the spray, my muscles coiled when I felt her palms caress my back. I turned slowly, facing my one and only.
It was still raw after my admission, and there was a seed of fear that was growing along with it. Caring let in emotions I’d tried to forget a long time ago. The anguish of loss was something I might struggle with for the rest of my life, but Sloane…she understood.
I reached for the soap and rubbed it in my hands, working up a lather. Without a word, I cupped both her breasts and kneaded, washing and arousing all at once. Her chest rose in short, sharp breaths.
“You can’t do anything without it turning erotic,” she murmured.
“Is that so bad?”
She shook her head, and water trickled down her face.
I moved my hand down her body, cupping the bar of soap against her skin, following her soft curves until I reached the sweet spot. Cupping her pussy, I massaged her clit as my fingers delved between her softness. I forged a path into her, allowing the soap to fall away.
“See?” she declared with a moan as I fingered her.
“It’s how I feel closest to you.”
“Really? Not into conversation?”
“Not usually, but you know that.”
She rolled her hips, grinding into my palm.
“I don’t let just anyone put their cock in me,” she murmured. “Especially bare.”
“That’s my point.”
“Remember when we first met?” she asked. “You said, ‘I don’t need to force any woman onto my cock. They come to me and just slide right on.’” She laughed and dug her fingers into my ass cheeks.
I pulled my hand away with a growl and lifted her into my arms, pressing her back against the tiled wall. She let out a gasp, wrapping her legs tightly around my middle.
Cupping her ass, I guided her onto my cock, then slid out before pulling her back down to hit deep within her core. I anchored her shoulders against the wall and fucked her in long strokes, the water slicking our bodies together. She came suddenly, quivering around my shaft, her fingers biting into my skin.
She pushed away from me with the flats of her palms, and I let her stand on shaky legs. When I went to turn her around so I could take her from behind, she resisted my touch. Confused, I let her go, mainly to see what she had in mind.
Sloane dropped to her knees, then took me in her mouth and sucked, her tongue caressing my cock in generous strokes. My balls flared, and I fisted a hand in her hair, my gaze locked onto her mouth. She took me deep, gagged, then drew back, flicking the tip of her tongue over my crown. I moaned, then guided her movements, her lips dragging along my skin.
Fuck, she felt so good. So warm, so…Fuck.
She sucked hard, her teeth pressing into my cock as she pulled back, and I came without warning, pulsing hot and hard into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, she took me deep, her hand fisting around my base and squeezing.
“Shit,” I cursed, my balls emptying.
