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Twelve
Sloane had never felt sexier in her entire life.
Which was insane. She was in a cheerleading uniform.
As Rick kicked her legs further apart and slid inside her, she groaned. “Oh, damn, that feels good.”
Being with Rick felt freeing. Like she could just totally let go and have fun. Noting was awkward or off-limits. He’d found her dance hot instead of ridiculous and she had felt good doing it. Thirty and she still remembered that routine.
His rhythm started out slow, then he really went at her hard. She was shocked by how fantastic that felt. Her entire body tingled with sexual tension and she leaned further so that she wouldn’t shift. The slap of him pushing inside her was better when she was immobile. She liked it hard and deep, who knew? Not her, that was for damn sure.
“Sloane.”
“Yes?” Her eyes were half closed and she was starting to feel frantic. As desperate as the rhythm he was using to drive into her. Dancing for him had gotten her wound up, then the shocking feel of him teasing into her ass had driven her wild. There was just something about knowing he had yanked her into uncharted territory that was sensual beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
It made her wonder what heights of desire they could reach together.
If they were together.
“Scream my name. Let me hear how much you like being fucked.”
She hesitated. She wanted to but she had never done that. Never let go that much and screamed out her pleasure. She didn’t scream out about anything. She kept everything in, nice and tight.
Rick’s callused fingers entwined in her hair and he yanked it back. “Oh, damn!” she said. Not because it hurt but because the sharp sting was unexpectedly arousing.
“Scream, baby. I want you to scream.”
Sloane closed her eyes and blocked out everything but the way Rick was making her feel. The way he was taking her so hard, and filling her so completely. And as she tipped over into an orgasm, she finally fully let go. Her voice rose, like her orgasm, keening and urgent and excited as she screamed his name over and over.
“That’s it, beautiful. So fucking perfect.”
Rick yanked her hair again, bringing tears to her eyes, as he exploded with her.
It was vibrant and electric and it felt Rick had kicked down the boarded up walls around her and let her out. This was her. The real Sloane. The woman who liked sex and laughter and a dirty joke.
As they both found their release and Rick slowed to a stop, Sloane lowered her voice. Her throat was hoarse from yelling and she became aware that her hips were being crushed by the piping on the couch. But she was boneless and satisfied. Drawing in a shuddery breath, she said, “How was that? You finally nailed a cheerleader.”
“It was like the Stanley Cup and the Super Bowl all wrapped up in one.” Rick exhaled, and eased out of her. “I can’t thank you enough.”
That made her laugh. “The pleasure was all mine.”
Rick helped her up and flipped her skirt back down. He was tipping his head to kiss her when they both heard it. The door downstairs open and River running up the stairs, chattering away.
“Shit,” Rick muttered. “That’s the end of my fun for tonight.”
“I want to check on Kate,” River said loudly.
Now it was Sloane’s turn to swear. “Shit, she’s going to knock on the door any second and I’m in a cheerleading uniform.” She bolted to her bedroom, abandoning Rick to his own devices.
“Really?” he called after her.
Her response was to slam the door shut. She would die if River and Ralph saw her role playing with Rick. It would be mortifying. Absolutely mortifying. She pulled on panties under the skirt, then sweat pants. Unzipping the skirt and shoving it down over the sweats she heard Rick using the kitchen sink, then opening the front door.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said, sounding like a birthday clown. Manic and creepy over-the-top cheerful.
“What are you doing at Sloane’s?” River asked, sounding super suspicious.
Grappling with the top, Sloane tried to tug it off. “Damn, it’s stuck.” She was sweating bullets and smelled like sex and now she was stuck in this thing. Not trusting Rick to stay discreet she yanked again, arms over her head and crossed in an effort to try to pull it up. Nothing budged.
