Page 9 of Ride Forever
“Chaser…” she whispered, clamping her hands on my ass.
Placing my forearms on either side of her head, I twisted my fingers in her hair and held her in place. She lifted her ass off the mattress and hooked her legs around my waist, her pussy wide open. I thrust, increasing my speed as my balls flared.
“Give it to me,” she said with a moan. “I can take it…”
I came, my orgasm exploding deep inside her. I cried out, my fingers tightening in her hair as she followed, her pussy milking every last drop out of my throbbing cock.She was real.
I collapsed, burying my face against the curve of her neck. My breaths came short and fast, sweat beading on my forehead.
Her eyes were full of questions. She knew something was different, but like the asshole I was, I pulled my cock out and rolled over.
This time, when I fell asleep, it was dreamless.
* * *
It was my turn to sit on a rooftop and pout. Sloane and I had that in common. The sky, the solitary introspective bullshit. Since Madison was murdered, I’d become an expert at shutting off anything that might break me. That was why it was a miracle I felt anything at all for Sloane.
I leaned back in the lawn chair and kicked my feet up onto the railing. The horizon was still filled with brownish smoke from the wildfires burning out of control.
Behind me, I heard footsteps clanging up the metal staircase. I shot a look over my shoulder and sighed as Sloane’s head appeared, her blue aviator sunglasses on her face. Turning back to the view, I said nothing as she approached.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice echoing.
“I’m watching the road.”
She stepped closer, her boots scuffing on the roof, and I knew another deep and meaningful bullshit conversation was incoming. If I wanted to get over all my hang-ups and have a future at all, I knew I had to face a lot of screwed-up shit, but avoidance was more attractive right now. I had to be strong until this was all over.
“What happened last night?” Sloane asked, sitting beside me.
“I need to explain the mechanics of sex to you now?” I drawled, being a prick on purpose. “It’s when a man puts his erect cock into the slick pussy of a woman he’s hot for. Then—”
“Chaser.”
I shrugged.
“You’re a hypocrite, you know that?” She was pissed at me.
I nodded, doing my best to shut my feelings off. “Of course, I am.”
“Maybe I’m indifferent to the things I’ve done, but you’re not.”
“If you’re trying to push all my buttons at once, keep going,” I said, narrowing my eyes in warning.
She moved closer, her body blocking out the sun, the light haloing around her curves.
“Chaser…you were crying.”
“Shit. Do you want me to hand you the knife so you can cut off my balls?” I exclaimed. “Fucking hell.”
“If you can’t talk to me about these things, then what the hell are we doing?” she retorted. “You fucked away something, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m a right cu—”
“Don’t say that word,” she shot at me. “You know I hate it.”
“You swear like a dirty sailor, and you’re forbidding me from saying cu—”
“Chaser.”
