Page 24 of Riding Bare

He pulls almost completely out of me, leaving just his head inside before he glides back in, burying himself to the hilt. His fingers grip my thighs tighter, his body moving, and then he stops again.

“Look at me when I’m inside you, Skel.”

All I want to do is lie here and just feel him inside me, filling me, stretching me. But he’s demanding that I look at him. I force my eyes open again and look into his, and thank god I do. His hazel eyes sparkle. They practically glitter as they stare into mine.

One of his hands leaves my thighs, and then I feel his fingers curl around the side of my neck. He stays planted, and all I want from him is to move. I feel like I might actually burst if he doesn’t.

“I want to look into your eyes when you come again,” he grinds out.

“Again?” I exhale.

He chuckles and lowers his head, his mouth brushing across mine. Then he lifts his head again and finally begins to move. I feel his pelvis grind against my clit with each stroke. His movements are smooth and even. I can feel myself climbing higher and higher with every thrust.

His eyes never shift focus away from mine. He watches, then he shifts his face closer to mine, his lips touching mine. His mouth moves against my own when he speaks, and goose bumps break out over my skin. At the same time, I feel my entire body warm from the inside. I am so close. I could come right now with just a little effort, not much, maybe a swipe of his thumb around my clit.

He doesn’t do that. He grinds his pelvis down against my clit, though, and it feels like heaven. A moan escapes my throat, which he happily swallows. He shifts his head slightly, his forehead pressing against mine.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

My entire body swoons. If that’s possible. I hope it is, because otherwise, I don’t know what to call how I’m feeling right now. Something is building inside me. I can feel it filling me from the inside out. My breathing comes out in heavy pants, and my vision begins to blur.

I feel like I might pass out, but then he lifts his head, his gaze still locked on mine. “Yeah,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna come for me.”

And he’s right. That’s exactly what I do. I come. For the first time in my life, I come twice in one night, and it’s out of this damn world. I don’t know if it’s pregnancy hormones or what, but it feels so damn intense that I find it hard to breathe.

Amos doesn’t stop moving. He grinds his pelvis against my clit then starts moving harder and faster, once, twice, three times, before he slams himself inside me to the hilt, and I feel his length grow before he comes.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

DARE

I should already be up and heading down to the clubhouse, but I can’t seem to will myself out of this bed. Chassis’s hair is splayed out over my chest just like it was the other morning, except this time, she’s pressed against me, naked.

I’ve never knowingly fucked a pregnant woman before, so I don’t know if it’s because she’s pregnant or if it’s because of her, but holy fucking shit, that was the best night of my fifty-two years.

I know without a doubt that I’ve never felt that way before, that it’s never felt that way. Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through her hair. I wish I could stay here all morning. I wish I didn’t have to go to church. I wish to fuck I had done this months ago.

Chassis has been my wife for a while, and I’ve stayed away, wanting to keep the promise I made to her on our wedding day. We didn’t even kiss. Our marriage was fast and real, but everything else about it has been fake.

Until now.

I still don’t know what this meeting is going to bring and what Cake is going to say, but I’m not willing to give Chassis up. She’s mine. I knew it the moment I saw her, but now that I’ve been inside her, there is no fucking way I’m going to give her up.

Not today. Not fucking ever.

She’s mine. Every fucking ounce of her belongs to me now. Name and body. Chassis is my old lady and my wife. If that fucking Russian thinks he’s going to come anywhere near her or this baby, he’s gonna have a fucking fight on his hands. And I don’t shoot to maim. I shoot to kill.

“When do you have to leave?” she murmurs before I feel her shift and her nose nuzzle my neck.

My arms flex, pulling her body closer to mine. Her warmth almost feels too damn good. If I were a different kind of man, I would lock the fucking doors to this house and keep her here just for me. Make sure her eyes only see mine, her smile is only flashed at me, and that I’m the only person on earth to hear her voice.

“Soon,” I murmur.

My voice sounds groggy and rough even to my own ears. Her lips touch the side of my throat, then she tilts her head back slightly, her gaze shifting lazily to meet mine. She’s makeup-free, her cheeks flushed, and her lips just begging for mine.

“Morning,” she whispers.