Page 55 of Riding Bare

We walk into the house, and I close the door behind me, making sure to flip the lock into place. I still have an uneasy feeling that has not eased with him here, and I don’t quite understand it. I should be feeling better. Nothing happened with Minty. He was drunk but quickly clarified all confusion and miscommunication.

So why do I feel this way?

Amos moves through the house, and a few moments later, I hear the water turn on in the shower. I close down everything for the night but make a pit stop in the kitchen. I need to go grocery shopping, but thankfully, the freezer is stocked.

I open the door and reach for a pint of gelato—Mediterranean mint, my absolute favorite. I pause at the sight. Minty… Minty. Wrinkling my nose, I shove it back inside. Too soon. Visions of her naked body flash in my mind.

Thankfully, I have a double chocolate chip gelato that’s almost as good and doesn’t make me think of that bitch. I grab a spoon from the drawer and make my way to the bedroom.

I pause when I hear the shower water turn off, and then there is Amos. He’s naked, walking through the room. My mouth waters at the sight of him. The craving for ice cream has completely vanished… now all I want is him.

If he senses me ogling him, he doesn’t let me know. He walks over to the dresser, tugs a drawer open, and takes out a pair of boxer briefs. I watch as he slips them on, trying not to drool but failing.

When he turns to me, his eyes meet mine before they shift down to the ice cream in my hand. His gaze moves to mine, and his lips twitch into a smirk. “A snack?” he asks.

I shrug a shoulder. “Yeah,” I whisper.

He closes the distance between us, then reaches out and slips the container of gelato from my fingers. “Go take a quick shower. Come and eat this in bed with me,” he rasps. His words are dripping with sex and innuendo.

I do exactly what he says. I walk to the bathroom and strip out of my clothes before I turn the water on. It’s still warm from his shower. I let the room fill with steam before I turn the heat down and step into the water.

Closing my eyes, I let the water wash over me as the warm spray beats down on my skin. I slather up with soap and massage my sore muscles. I cannot believe that this is my life, that this is real life.

Tears prick my eyes as I think about Samuil. He wants me to betray my husband, my family. He wants to know what I’m willing to do to make him go away. He didn’t detail what it would be, but I agreed. I said I would do it, whatever it takes… blindly.

Like an idiot, and now I’m regretting it.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FOUR

DARE

My head pounds, but it’s not what I was anticipating this morning. Rolling over in bed, I grunt at the feel of the soft body beside me. I reach out, curl my fingers, and grab a handful of her ass.

It’s soft and plump—perfection.

Chassis moans, shifting slightly, and then I feel her fingers curl around the back of my neck. I slide my body closer to her, my cock nestling in the crack of her ass as she arches slightly and pushes against me.

I can feel her back press against my chest. Fuck, but I wish I could be inside her right this second. She’s sleepy, soft, and warm. She’s perfection. And I can’t lose her. Every second that fucker breathes is one second where I could be in danger of losing this—losing her.

I release my grasp on her ass, dancing my hand along her hip, before I slip my fingers between her warm heat. She whimpers, lifting one of her legs to grant me more access as she hooks her ankle behind my knee.

Fucking hell, so goddamn sweet.

“I’ve got questions about last night,” she breathes, sounding as if she’d rather do anything else but talk about it. Her hips begin to move as she rides my fingers, climbing, searching, her body begging for more.

I don’t stop moving inside her, wishing I could replace my fingers with my cock, but I want her to be close before I do that. She turns her head slightly, and I feel her lips glide across my jaw as her hips roll.

“Amos,” she exhales.

“We’ll talk after we come,” I murmur.

She lets out a trembling exhale, then a moan. I don’t stop moving my fingers, listening for her noises, now knowing which ones she makes when she’s close. Her pussy is wet, primed and ready for me. Aching to be filled, weeping for it. And I aim to please my woman if nothing else.

“Please, Amos, please,” she exhales. “I need you.”

She’s got me, all of me, but I know what she wants. She wants me inside her—filling her.