Page 14 of Ridin' Free

Both his hands on my ass, we worked in unison until I lost all control. Pleasure detonated inside of me, and I gasped and moaned as I trembled, my sex clamping down hard around his.

With a grunt, he smacked my ass once more, then pounded into me twice before succumbing to his own release. I was certain he was still coming when he grabbed hold of the side of my neck, held me still, and crushed his mouth against mine.

This time, I wasn’t drunk.

This time, I had no excuse.

This time, when he dragged his tongue across my lips, I should have pulled away—but I couldn’t help myself. I opened up, and he claimed my mouth like no one ever had before.

It was delicious, just as it was the first time.

Maybe even more so.

His warm, wet tongue.

His sure, decisive lips.

His thick, bushy beard.

His kiss was hungry and impatient.

It was rough and wild.

It made me feelwanted.

Shit.

Shit. Fuck.

I let go of his kutte, pressed my palms flat against his chest, and pushed him as hard as I could. It was enough to break our kiss, but he hadn’t gone far. I could still feel his heavy breaths against my face.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said before maneuvering my way out of his lap and into the vacant spot beside him. I reached for my shorts, not bothering with my panties as I began to get dressed. It was time to go home.

Twister reachedinto thepocket of his kutte, extracting the bandana he’d worn on his ride back from South Dakota. He used it to remove the condom, then carefully crumpled it inside the worn, red cloth before shoving it back into his pocket. He yanked at his jeans, pulling them over his hips, and carefully zipped them closed over his naked dick—still at half-mast. All the while, he kept sneaking glances at the woman as hot as hell’s fire.

It was not lost on him how she refused to look his way.

He thought another round with her would be enough.

It wasn’t.

Not even close.

Somehow, the way she avoided his gaze only made him want her more.

She got him off, but rather than quench the flame in his belly, she stoked it into a blazing inferno. She had taken the lead again, and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until she let go of those damn reigns and let him have his way. But it wasn’t solely the sex that left him feeling insatiable.

She was a challenge unlike any he’d ever faced—and it intrigued him.

Sheintrigued him.

It was a foreign feeling, but he wasn’t afraid of it.

Benson Wright wasn’t afraid of anything.

Phoenix cleared her throat, signaling her impatience, and he couldn’t help but to smile. Rather than reach for the door handle, he grabbed hold of her chin and turned her face until she had nowhere else to look but at him.

He could see it, even in the dark—the fire in her eyes, making those green irises sparkle.