Page 5 of Ride Forever
As soon as he’d removed all of the clothing from my bottom half, he knelt over me, dropped his jeans, and his cock sprang free, standing tall and hard. Spreading my legs, he rubbed his tip through my slickness, then thrust, driving into me with a grunt.What an animal.
His palms rested on either side of my head, and his knees propped his body above mine, giving him the perfect angle for powerful fucking. I arched my back, lifting my hips off the mattress so he could delve deeper inside me. Chaser lifted his head as a moan of pleasure tore from his throat. I tensed, clenching around his shaft, my hands grasping his forearms.
He drove into me, thrusting with reckless abandon. It seemed as if he was taking out some of his stress on me, but I didn’t mind. I loved it when we fucked like this. It was our…thing.
All too soon, my body broke underneath the onslaught, bringing Chaser down with me. He came, spilling into my body in hot spurts, and I moaned, riding the wave the best I could.
A shrill ringing sound punctuated my orgasm, and I gasped.
“The cell’s ringing,” Chaser said, grunting.
“You better answer it. Some fuck’s on top of me.”
Chaser grunted and pulled out. Rolling over, he picked up the cell and checked the screen.
“It’s Gasket.” He answered the call, put it on speaker, and then set it on the bed.
“Yeah,” he barked, pulling up his jeans.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gasket asked, sounding confused.
“Putting my cock away.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
“Glad to see you’re making good use of your downtime,” the old man drawled. “You got a slot for me in your busy schedule?”
“Gasket,” I said, relieved to hear his voice. “You’ve got news?”
“Hey, Sloane. You okay?”
“I’m fine. What’s going on there? Have you found the renegades yet?”
“We lost them on the road,” he explained, and Chaser cursed under his breath. The last thing we needed was to worry about two separate enemies coming after us.
“And the cabin?” Chaser asked. “How many of ours made it out?”
“Forty,” Gasket replied. “We lost eight guys in the firefight.”
I glanced at Chaser, but his reaction was zero as per usual. Eight good guys were now in the ground, casualties of our messed-up coup.
“The renegades?” he asked. “How many are left?”
“Hard to say. Thirty. Thirty-five.”
“What about Shondra, Kelly, and the others?” I chipped in.
“They’re safe, Sloane,” Gasket replied. “Bones has some contacts in San Fran. He’s taken them up there with Spike until things die down.”
“And how long is that going to be?” I demanded, my irritation rising.
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” Gasket shot back. “Damn, you’re impatient, woman. Guns blazing isn’t going to help us right now. You saw what happened at the cabin. I don’t want a repeat if I can help it.”
“Speaking of,” Chaser interrupted. “What happened to the place after we left?”
“It’s swarming with cops,” Gasket replied, his voice crackling over the call. “Deluca went back to scout it out but couldn’t get close. The whole area was cordoned off.”
“Better to stay away,” Chaser agreed.
