Page 54 of Riding Bare

Reaching out, I grip the backs of her thighs and pick her up, moving over two feet until I can place her ass on the hood of the car. I don’t want her against the car window. If it broke and cut her, I’d never be able to live with myself.

With zero hesitation, I slide inside her in one fluid motion. Tipping my chin, I look down at our connection. Fucking amazing, beautiful even, if it can be called that. It’s beautiful to me, though.

Shifting my focus back up, my eyes drag her torso, her throat, and then they connect with hers as I begin to move. She whimpers, her eyes widening, her lips parting, and I lift my arm, curling my fingers around the back of her neck, holding on to her as I begin to move.

“Never walk away like that again,” I grind out through gritted teeth.

She opens her mouth, her eyes widening, then she shakes her head once, never breaking contact with me. “You were with her. She kissed you,” she breathes.

I almost laugh in her face. If I weren’t drunk as fuck and afraid to lose my balance and take us both down, I might. “You must have walked away before you saw what happened after she kissed me,” I murmur.

My hips continue to move as I fuck her, my body enjoying the way she feels. I want more. My heart races, slamming against my chest with each roll of my hips. I’m climbing higher and higher. I could come instantly. It wouldn’t take much.

Shifting closer to her, I touch my mouth to hers. “She touched you. She was naked, and she touched you. She kissed you. Her lips touched yours.”

I don’t deepen the kiss, even though all I want to do right now is press my lips against hers, fuck her with my tongue while simultaneously fucking her cunt, and continue until we both come again.

Resting my forehead against hers, I look into her eyes. I’m too close to actually see her. My hips thrust. My lower back tingles. I’m close, so fucking close. Releasing her thigh, I wrap my hand around her back, pressing my palm against her there.

Wrapping myself around her the way she’s wrapped around me. I don’t feel drunk anymore, at least not from booze. I’m drunk on sex, so close to my release, so close to the woman I love. And I do. I love her.

Every fucking inch of her.

“I pushed her away and told her if she ever touched me again without my permission, she’d be out on her ass just like Rocky.”

Chassis’s lips part. I shift my head, slipping my tongue inside her waiting mouth, doing what I’ve been thinking of doing since I slid inside her warm, wet heat… fucking her simultaneously with my tongue and my cock, until I come.

Until she comes again.

CHAPTER

FORTY-THREE

CHASSIS

Amos tears his mouth away from mine. I’m on edge, ready to come, on the verge of jumping off the cliff and into supreme bliss. A second orgasm in what feels like just a few moments. I don’t know how this gets any better.

His gaze searches mine, his lips twitch into a smirk, and he thrusts a few more times, once, twice, three times, before he stills inside me. His groan hits my ears, and then my pussy clenches. I come. It’s sweet and slow, like warm caramel sauce. I want more. So much more.

I feel him empty inside me, and the wind blows, reminding me that we’re very much outside in this position. If he notices, he doesn’t care. His eyes continue to search mine in silence, a smile still playing on his lips.

“Take me home, sweetheart.”

My heart jumps at the word home. I open my mouth, unsure of what to say, what to do. He takes a step backward, and I lose him from inside me. I watch as he reaches for his jeans, tugging them up and zipping the zipper, but he doesn’t button them or buckle his belt.

He plucks my shorts off the ground and hands them to me. He doesn’t say anything as I pull them back up my legs and right myself. My eyes shift past his shoulder, and I look around to check if anyone is watching, but don’t see anyone.

Amos slides his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. He dips his chin, his mouth brushing mine, but the kiss doesn’t linger, even though I want it to. “Let’s go home, Skel. I want to pass out in my own bed, beside my own woman.”

I don’t ask him any questions, even though I have several. Instead, I dip my chin in a single nod and move toward the driver’s door, but he reaches out and curls his fingers around my wrist, stopping me.

I look over my shoulder at him. His brows are knit together, almost as if he’s poised to ask me a question. He doesn’t, though. His hand drops, and then he takes a step backward.

We leave his bike there. He’s in no condition to drive. I can smell the booze seeping from his pores. My suspicions were somewhat right. I knew something was happening. I just didn’t know exactly what. I’m still not sure. Hopefully, when he’s sober, I can ask him, and maybe he’ll answer.

It doesn’t take us long to get home. The entire drive, Amos’s fingers curl around my thigh, squeezing gently as he holds me. Once we’re home, I open the car door and unfold from the front seat, looking around the dark street.

Amos walks up to the front door. He’s no longer swaying but clearly isn’t sober, either. It takes him three tries to get the key in the lock. I watch, trying not to laugh. I couldn’t picture him drunk until now, and if the ache between my legs is any indication of his drunk persona, I’m okay with it.