Page 32 of Riding Bare

For whatever strange reason, I feel powerful.

Whimpering, I force my body to relax as he continues, hard and fast. Harder and faster. The power of his body moving inside my own is out of this world. Once the sensitivity between my legs begins to subside, I clench my jaw and push back against him, fucking him back just like he’s fucking me.

“Shit,” he hisses. “You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I cry. “Yes.”

I want that. I want him to come inside me. I want to feel him empty inside my body. I want his warmth to fill me like only his can.

And then it happens.

He’s only pressing his fingers against my clit, not moving them, and it’s just what I need. I feel like I could come again, but I’m so mentally and physically exhausted from the day, my eyelids are already growing heavy.

Amos buries himself deep inside me, and I feel it. His release—it fills me. And it’s better than I imagined it could be. He shifts his body, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at the side of my throat as he nuzzles my neck.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“Nothing. Just… fuck.”

He pulls out of me, and I look over, watching as he flops onto his back beside me in bed. Before I can move, he rolls onto his side, reaches for me, and tugs me against his body. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m settled.

I let out a heavy sigh, settling even more. “I don’t know if I should be falling for you, Amos,” I whisper, my words spilling out because I’ve just come and I don’t have any filter on my mouth or thoughts.

“I’m your husband,” he murmurs.

I place my hand on the center of his chest, pushing up so I can look into his eyes. “You’re my husband, but are you really?” I ask. “It’s been fake.”

“That didn’t feel fake,” he murmurs.

“Are you saying this is real now?”

His hand gently glides up the center of my back, his fingers twisting in my hair before he tugs my head back slightly. He exposes my neck, and I feel him shift beneath me before his lips touch the center of my throat.

“It’s real, Skel.”

And my heart skips a beat at his words.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

DARE

The absolute last thing I want to do is open my eyes and crawl out of this bed. I don’t think there’s anywhere else I’ve ever dreamed of being. Beside her, feeling her warm body against mine, is exactly where I want to be—where I need to be.

I can’t imagine anything better than this right here. I’m not sure that better exists, but if it does, I know that Chassis will somehow be involved in what the better is. When I die, bring me fucking right back here, because this is heaven.

Gliding my fingertips from her hip up her spine, then back down to her hip again, I stare at the ceiling and wonder when this shit is going to get old while simultaneously hoping that it never does.

I really fucking like it.

“I have some shit I need to do today,” I murmur, my body protesting at the thought of actually slipping away from her and climbing out of bed.

She hums. I can feel her nipples hardening against my side, my fingers never stopping their motion. To my surprise, my cock twitches, and I wonder if I could fuck her again. It hasn’t been that long since I was last inside her.

Honest to fuck, I don’t think I’ve had this much sex in such a short period of time since I was a teenager. And I’m not mad at it by any means. I wish I could bury myself inside her sweet cunt and stay there for a goddamn eternity.