Page 83 of Riding Bare

She smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s worried, and I don’t blame her. What we’ve been doing, planning, and ultimately accepting is nothing like what we thought it would be. I can see how it can be confusing to her, to anyone. But Cake is accepting of the situation, for now.

Probably not forever, but for now.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers. “What happens when it’s not mutually beneficial any longer?”

Sweet. This woman who worries about her father, her brothers, and maybe even me, too, is beyond fucking sweet. My fingers flex against her throat. Shifting my face forward, I touch my lips to hers.

“Then we make sure that is mutually beneficial again,” I murmur against her lips. “Now,” I say, “no more talking.”

Pressing my lips against hers, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her fully and tangling my tongue with hers. She tastes absolutely fucking amazing. Like a goddamn dream—like my dream.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-FOUR

CHASSIS

I love the way his tongue feels inside my mouth, the way his hands feel wrapped around my hips. He picks me up slightly, carrying me over to the futon before lowering me to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he shifts down to his knees, his head tipped back slightly as he looks up into my eyes.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey, Amos.”

My lips curve up into a smile, and I slide my fingers along his jaw, feeling the scruffy short beard there before I tuck a small piece of hair behind his ear. It doesn’t stay there. It pops back out, but I don’t care.

“I missed you,” he whispers, and my heart melts.

Completely and totally melts. Instead of staying on the edge of the futon, I can’t be this far from him for a minute longer. I shift off the bed, my knees touching the floor before I slide my arms around his shoulders and move closer to him, my body pressing against his.

His arms wrap around my back, his fingers digging into me through my tank top while he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue. I match the movement with my own. We tangle them together, and I swear to shit, my entire body is so full of anxious anticipation that I think I might actually be able to fly.

Amos nibbles on my bottom lip, breaking the kiss before I feel his forehead rest against mine. He breathes heavily, an attempt to catch his breath, and I do the same. I can’t believe a kiss like that sends me into such a frenzy, but it does.

Pressing my thighs together, I can’t hold back my desire. If he touched me between the legs right now, he would feel just how much I want him. As if he can read my mind, Amos slips his hand beneath the waist of my shorts. Without instruction, I widen my legs, giving him room.

His fingers shift my panties to the side, and then two fill me. My lips part, and my breath hitches at the sensation. Amos doesn’t break eye contact with me. He is focused, his gaze on mine, his eyes searching my own before he says anything.

When I feel his fingers make a come-hither motion, I lose eye contact, but only because my eyes roll to the back of my head at the same time my hips thrust forward. Everything around me melts away—both the worries and the fears.

They disappear.

My hips begin to move as I search for more from him. My body begins to climb higher without trying much. This man keeps me on edge just by existing. I feel his lips touch the center of my throat as I roll my hips. I feel his lips curve up into a smile against my throat.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”

Straightening my head, I do as he asks. I open my eyes and look directly into his. His fingers move inside me. My hips jerk and buck. My entire body silently begs to come, or maybe it is no longer silent. Maybe it is loud. I’m not sure.

I look at him, directly into his eyes. I try to see inside his soul, but I’m not sure he’ll let me in. I’m close, so damn close. My hips buck as I move, climbing higher and higher toward my release.

Then he swirls his thumb against my clit, and my breath hitches again. My lips part as my hands fly to his shoulders. I dig my nails into the leather of his cut, my eyes never leaving his.

“I’m close,” I exhale.

He grunts but doesn’t say anything. His fingers move faster, his thumb swirls harder, and then he leans forward, touching his mouth to mine. I can feel his warm breath against me. I swallow it, needing more of him inside my body… every ounce of him.

“I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers, sweetheart. Come on my hand. Soak me.”

Those words are my undoing. I come. It slams into me, and I pull my head back, pull my lips from his, my eyes finding his own as I watch him. My orgasm is long and sweet, but he doesn’t let me bask in it for long.