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“Ride me, baby. Ride me like the wild filly you are.” He cupped my breasts, holding me in place, rubbing his thumbs back and forth. The twinkle in his eyes was dark, even more authoritative than before.
I swung my hair across his chest, squeezing my knees against him as I bucked hard. When he pinched my nipples, the pain only added to the extreme pleasure. I rocked back and forth, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. He twisted my hardened buds to the point I let out a sharp cry. Then I threw my head back, blinking several times as the sensations continued to multiply.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck that cock.”
Every dirty word he said only turned me on even more. I became wild, bucking so hard against him the headboard slammed against the wall. As a climax came unexpectedly, all I could do was gasp, dropping my head as I struggled to catch my breath.
Phoenix sat up quickly, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down into a deep arc. I should have known he wouldn’t allow me to maintain control for long. The angle was almost all I could take, another orgasm rushing into my system.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Every moan I issued was strangled, every breathless sound full of exhaustion. I had no idea how he could keep from erupting deep inside. The man was a beautiful machine, capable of keeping me on the rollercoaster of ecstasy. But as my climax began to subside, I squeezed my pussy muscles, refusing to allow him to hold out any longer.
As he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed, he eased me back into a sitting position. For a few minutes we remained where we were, holding onto each other as if there was no other place we’d rather be.
Yet as much as I loved being with him, I knew that the tragedy from his past would do everything to try to keep us apart.
And that scared me to death.
CHAPTER10
Phoenix
“What happened on the mountain?”
“Who started the fire?”
“Have they been arrested?”
The crushing swarm of reporters was suffocating. I wanted to lash out, but my father had a firm hold on one arm, the family’s attorney flanking my other side. I did what I could to keep from saying a goddamn word like I’d been warned, but it was almost impossible given the hatred tossed out by several people. When one of the reporters threw a microphone in my face, I growled like some crazed wild animal about to pounce, trying to jerk out of my father’s firm hold.
“They were not charged!” the attorney bellowed above the yells and accusations.
“They’re guilty.”
“String them up!”
The insults came fast and furious.
“Get us the fuck of here, Barrett, or so help me God you’re fired,” my father hissed as he jerked me toward the parking lot.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ricardo, another crowd surrounding him and his parents. He had a blank expression, but our eyes locked, the pain evident. He hadn’t said a damn word since the tragic incident, unable to process what had happened.
Or how much we’d sacrificed.
As we neared the waiting SUV, I finally yanked my arm free, charging the crowd. “You bastards!”
“That’s enough, son. Goddamn it. Get in the car. Now.”
Gasping, I jerked awake, blinking several times, my mind foggy as the images started to fade. Fuck. I took several deep breaths, realizing I wasn’t alone. I glanced to my left, finally able to make out what I was seeing.
Wren.
She’d stayed the night.
Jesus. Thankfully, I hadn’t awakened her. I wiped away beads of sweat, turning my head toward the window. Dawn was peeking over the horizon. There was no way I’d be able to get any additional sleep. At least I could smile thinking about the night before. We’d finally eaten dinner around eleven, the conversation light. She’d made me laugh more than once, which was something I hadn’t done in a long time.
I rolled over, a smile crossing my face as I listened to her light breathing. She was so peaceful. Then for some reason, the story she’d told me about running away slipped into my mind. How could two damaged people ever find happiness? Shit. Now I was thinking about this in long term. Nope. Not possible.
After throwing back the covers, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom, grabbing my clothes along the way. As I closed the bathroom door, turning on the light, another angry memory popped into my mind, only one more recent. I would never forget the first time I headed into town. Maybe I was crazy because I wasn’t the delinquent angry kid from almost twenty years before, but I’d seen the expressions on some of the old timers’ faces. Their memories were long.
