Page 32 of Rust or Ride


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She gasps, “Dex, please. Harder.”

I add another finger, moving quicker. Deeper. Her body grinds down on my hand, chasing what she needs.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Take what you want.”

She curls her hands over my shoulders, using me for leverage while riding my hand. I’m burning for her. The closet’s like an oven with our combined heat. Sweat rolls down my back, but I can’t stop until she comes apart.

“Oh, God.” Her body shakes, her eyes squeeze shut.

I seal my mouth over hers, drinking in each little cry of pleasure.

Finally, her body slumps against mine, breaking our kiss. She pants and clings to me. I withdraw my hand, tugging her dress into place, and curl my arms around her quivering body.

“How are you so amazing at that?” she whispers.

It’s not me. It’s her.Us. “There’s something about you, firecracker.”

“But I’ve never.” She shakes her head, disbelief rippling over her face. “Not like that.”

Well, don’t I feel like fucking Thor, God of the Orgasm, now.

Emily steps out of the closet first, poking her head around the corner and checking if the coast is clear. There’s something so weirdly innocent about it that I can’t help laughing.

While it felt like we were wrapped up in each other for an eternity, in reality, only a few minutes have gone by. I step closer to the front door, resting my hand on the knob.

“I really will head home now,” I promise.

There she goes, biting her lip again. If she asks me to stay, there’s no way in hell I would say no.

“I…” She gestures toward the stairs, then shakes her head.

I lean in and kiss her cheek. “Go make sure she’s okay.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes sparkle with humor. “For all the orgasms. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“We’ll think of something.” I open the door and step onto the porch.

“Dex?” Emily’s voice is hesitant, almost shy. Odd, since she was coming on my fingers only a few minutes ago.

I turn and lift an eyebrow. The harsh yellow porch light only emphasizes Emily’s smooth skin and reddened lips. She scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip but stares straight into my eyes.

“Can you… Will you…?” She clears her throat and pulls her shoulders back. “Will you text me when you get home? To let me know you’re safe?”

I stare at her, processing the question. Only my brothers ask me to check in like that. Can’t remember the last time a woman worried about me arriving anywhere. Safe or not.

Not since Debbie.I always let her know where I was, and what I was doing. We used to fall asleep talking on the phone every night.

Not now. Not here.

“Yeah, Emily.” I step closer and curl my hand around hers, lifting it to my mouth. “I can do that.” I brush my lips over her knuckles.

“Thanks,” she whispers.

Damn, I really don’t want to leave. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

She stares at me.

Shit, too soon to see each other two nights in a row? Not enough notice to ask her out? Fuck it, I don’t believe in rules. I want to see Emily. No point in fucking around.

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