Page 7 of Come Ride With Me
Nash watched as his brother drank from his bottle once more.
Henley’s brows rose. “He’s trying to sell the place right from under all y’all. I heard he’s got two top bidders already.”
Nash gritted his teeth.
“He can’t sell something he doesn’t own,” he said.
“He can if there’s no will and nobody knows for sure who owns the place,” Henley added matter-of-factly.
“Bell had a will.”
“Oh really?” Henley asked as he tilted his head. “Then how come nobody’s heard about it? How come whoever he left all his stuff too ain’t here running his place?”
“I don’t know those answers,” Nash replied honestly. “But I do know that Earl can’t sell that place.”
“He can and he will big bro, so you better start trying to sell some of your designs or open up your own place, or whatever you want to do with yourself. Because Bellamy Motors is about to be history.”
Nash’s fingers clenched at those words; his chest heavy with the possibility that his brother might just be speaking the truth.
Chapter 3
Mica
He hadn’t spoken a word, just draped her legs over his shoulders, used his long fingers to part her pussy and buried his tongue inside of her.
“Oh, shit!” The words rushed out of her mouth and were followed by a breathy moan as Mica gripped the sheets beneath her.
He ravaged her pussy, his tongue diving deep, then retreating to lick up to her clit and down again to dip inside. Over and over again in a hungry pace that snatched her breath. Her chest heaved; eyes remained closed tightly as the pressure building in the pit of her stomach intensified. She clenched her lower lip so tightly between her teeth the possibility of drawing blood was inevitable. Pleasure soared through her like a ferocious storm, as his mouth mastered every crevice of her pussy.
“Nash!” she cried out once and then, as if her mind was stuck on repeat, again and again.
“I knew it.” He groaned and sucked along her labia. “I knew you would taste fuckin’ heavenly.”
Those words, that compliment, his tongue, all sent new waves of bliss crashing over her and she trembled.
His fingers were moving then, easing down to drag some of the copious amounts of fluids he had dripping from her, further down until she gasped.
Not there!Her mind screamed. He couldn’t be about to touch her…there!
Oh, but he was, or he did, she couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but struggle for composure as he applied the slightest amount of pressure.
“Breathe,” he instructed, drawing out the word in his deep seductive voice. “That’s it, baby, just breathe.”
She didn’t know if she was breathing, panting, or hell, floating into oblivion. All she was certain of was how damn delicious everything he was doing to her felt.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Relax and let me please you.” Those words seemed to echo in her mind even though he’d spoken them so quietly she probably shouldn’t have heard them at all.
Because his mouth was on her again as he sucked her clit and applied more pressure with that finger until it was inside of her.
“Oooohh,” she moaned.
“Damn,” he groaned simultaneously.
Then he was licking and sucking her pussy, pumping slowly, but most definitely inside of her in that place she’d once thought was forbidden. Her breath was coming in snatches, no matter how hard she tried to do as he said and relax. She did breathe, somehow, which was probably the only thing that kept her from passing out from the onslaught of pleasure ripping through her at this moment.
He went harder, eating her as if she were his last meal, pumping his finger into her ass as if he were imagining it was his dick. And that thought, shiiittt, that thought had her lifting her hips up off the bed, circling them as if he could possibly lick her faster, pump into her deeper. Anything to get her to that place.
She could feel the pressure building from that deepest place inside her, curling through every part of her in search of that explosion that would release all the tension and let her fly freely. His name was like a chant in the air now. She was loud and unabashed, the onslaught of pleasure too much for the pretenses she normally carried during sexual encounters.
