Page 8 of Riding Wicked


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“I don’t think I can.” He growls and bites my cheek gently as his hand slides between my legs.

I might die in this man’s arms tonight… and I might be okay with it.

In the water, I’m buoyant and my pregnant frame moves easily. I tuck my legs around his and hold on tight as he palms over my pussy. There’s an actual pulse between my legs, and despite being drenched in water, I moan as the slippery swollen insides soak my panties.

I have so many questions.Why is he really here? Why is he touching me? What does this mean? What happens after this? Can we live under this waterfall forever? Will he slide his fingers inside of me? Will he make me come?

Leaning my head back against the rock wall, my body settles against his shoulder as his finger hooks beneath the seam of my panties. Thank God for nightgowns.

He slides the thin fabric to the side and palms over me again before sliding two rough, thick fingers into my pussy. This is the part where I die. The part where I bury my face into his shoulder and ride his hand as hard as he’ll let me.

Water splashes up gently as he sinks his teeth into my neck and presses his thumb against my clit, twisting slowly.

His hand spreads me wider and every stroke of his finger delves deeper into my core with precision until he’s landed on a spot I’ve never felt touched before.

“Please don’t stop.” I reach between us, holding his thick wrist as he thrusts inside of me over and over.

“Be a good girl and come on my hand.”

My heart rate picks up. No one has ever talked to me like that before. Moan after moan drips from my lips until I’m muttering words that are incoherent even to me.

He grips my hips tighter and thrusts in harder, scratching at the spot that sends a shiver through my body.

“You’ve got this,” he groans. “Be good. Give me your come.”

He’s a magician and I’m a trick, ready to shock the world with two simple words.‘Be good.’

Pressure builds in my core and soon I’m coiling into his arms like a rattlesnake, hissing for relief. His teeth scrape against my skin, biting gently again at my shoulders, my cheeks, my neck.

My father could be standing three feet from me, aiming his shotgun, and I wouldn’t notice. I’ve gone blind to everything. All I want is for Knight to never stop.Is that too much to ask?

“I’d bet you’re a tasty little cupcake, aren’t you?” He groans, rubbing faster.How is this man alone?If he’d led with the Midas-like finger fucking, I’d have gladly followed him to his truck beyond the ridge.

I’m sure this should take longer than three minutes, but as he pins me against the back wall of the cavern with his hot breath over me and his thick fingers thrusting inside, I can’t help myself. I stare up into his eyes and uncoil, straightening my legs as an orgasm rips through me like wildfire.

He pulls from within me slowly and grips me against his chest, not saying a word as Zilly pokes under the waterfall.

“What the hell? What are you doing out here?”And how long has she been there?

“I saw her spying on us a few minutes ago, but I couldn’t stop you.” He kisses my forehead. “You looked too damn good. We should move, though. I haven’t heard shots in a while.”

An empty pit opens in my stomach and reality sinks back in. I’m still on the ranch. I’m still being hunted by my father. I’m still carrying the baby he wants to sell for land.

Knight glances down at Zilly who’s swimming with a smile as though this is the greatest night ever. “I know you want her to come, but she can’t. She’s probably got a tracker—”

“She does, but how do I tell her no? I mean… look at her eyes.” We glance toward Zilly together and I can’t help but break in half. She’s the only soul that’s ever understood me on this ranch for the last eight years, and those big round eyes aren’t helping. “She’s so proud of herself for finding me. I can’t leave her.”

Knight grips my arm in his hand, resuming the classic alpha male attitude he had previous to the fingering thing. You know, the one where I do whatever he says, or he’ll do it for me. That’s not as attractive as his Midas touch. We need to recalibrate. “One foot in front of the other, cupcake.”

I’m not sure where cupcake came from, but I should really say something about it.

“Isn’t there a way we can mute the tag somehow?”

He narrows his brows as he drags me out of the pool carefully. “I don’t even know what the tracking capabilities of this chip are.” He stops and stares toward me. “But I know one thing, we don’t have time to go back and forth. We’re out in the open. We’ll come back for her, I promise.”

I know that’s as good as it’s going to get, and I should be happy that I’m getting myself and the baby out of this situation, but watching my sweet puppy stare at me as I command her to stay and walk away is breaking my heart. For eight years she’s heard every secret I’ve ever had. The only time we were ever separated was the few months I was in Rugged Mountain hiding away from Johnathan and every day I wished I could call her and see how she was doing. She’s not just a dog. She’s my family.

Tears roll down my face as Knight lifts me from the ground and carries me toward his truck. I don’t fight it this time. Between the argument with my father earlier, the surprise in the barn, and the exchange under the waterfall, I’m exhausted.

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