Chapter Seven #4
“Shh,” I whispered as the leather couch squeaked beneath us.
She alternated between stroking my cock and cupping my balls in her hand.
My jeans inched down my hips as she jerked me off.
The warmth of her hand scorched my flesh, searing me to my soul.
She felt good beneath me. Heat surged into my balls and the telltale pressure built low in my groin.
I wasn’t going to shoot my load before I had her coming on my fingers.
She was so fucking soft, wet, and warm inside.
One day. God, one day I’d be inside her.
When we were alone. When I could have her on my mouth before I had her under me.
When I could whisper how good she felt. How good she made me feel.
Not when I had to clench my jaw to keep from making any noise.
Her body tightened, and she trembled beneath me. I jammed my fingers deep inside her, twisting, plunging in and out and rubbing her clit with the heel of my hand.
My dick pulsed, primed to fucking blow. I fought the pressure.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I kissed along her jawline, tasted the soft skin of her neck, and breathed in the warm essence of her flesh. “You come before I come. Always.”
“Don’t stop,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips, continuing to fist my cock, stroking me from base to tip, smearing precum over the head with her thumb. Her leg hooked my hip, spreading her thighs.
I flicked my tongue against the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. Whispering so only she could hear. “Shh. You feel so good.” My words were barely whispered. “Come on my fingers.”
“I’ve imagined you and me together.”
“I think about you every night,” I said.
Her small gasps of pleasure were soft and heated, sizzling against my skin like lightning bolts, sending shockwaves over my body. “Baby, you’re killing me.” I sank into her mouth again, kissing her, swirling my tongue against the soft wetness of hers.
She widened her thighs, making a cradle for my hips. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and shifted between her legs. She was beneath me, her panties tugged to the side, and my jeans around my hips. I ground my dick against her. She was wet and hot, soaking me in her juices.
One moment I was grinding against her, and the next the head of my cock nudged her opening. Only a sliver of light from the moon cut through the darkness.
But Cruz slept on the chair.
“McKelle?” Her whispered name was a question, and at the same time a plea.
I wanted inside her, but this was emotionally dangerous for both of us.
I wanted to think we were ready for more.
I wanted more. I wanted the taste of her pussy on my lips.
I wanted skin to skin when I fucked her.
I wanted her. I didn’t want to share. She wasn’t done with Cruz, but she wanted me, too.
I notched her opening. And with a slow plunge, I sank inside her slick, heated wetness. I kept the tempo slow, drawing out the pleasure, invading the deepest part of her, grinding on her pubic bone, then rearing back and sinking into her again.
Cocooned beneath the blanket, we kissed and fucked. Sweat slicked our skin. Her tongue tangled with mine, and her juices soaked my cock. I gripped her hip, and with a surge of possessiveness, I crammed her full of cock.
With her breath coming fast, she arched into me, her back forming an S with her head pressing into the pillow and her hips lifting to meet mine. And then she was there, breaking apart, her body shivering, and her pussy gripping my cock.
She clutched my shoulders, and I swallowed her gasp with my mouth, kissing her hard as I reared back and surged into her again and again, riding out her orgasm and crashing into mine.
Her arms locked around my shoulders, holding me tightly to her. I crushed her to my chest, buried my face in her neck, and closed my eyes. More than my own breath, I needed her. For this moment, for this feeling, for her, I would even put up with the asshole asleep on the recliner.
McKelle
Mom’s rooster crowed at the early morning sun. My eyelids cracked open. Cruz still slept on the recliner, but I was alone on the couch.
Oh god. I’d slept with Ryatt last night. Oh god. A cyclone of conflicting emotions swirled inside me. I expected this wave of panic, but now that I was drowning under it, I didn’t know what to do.
Guilt twisted in my belly. I wouldn’t regret Ryatt, but I didn’t want to hurt Cruz. Last night shouldn’t have happened, not with Cruz asleep in the room. It was just so easy to lose myself in Ryatt.
It was still completely insensitive to Cruz, and unfair to Ryatt.
Oh god, Ryatt.
When I thought of the way he’d held me, and kissed me, and pushed inside me, a swirl of something special and uniquely Ryatt warmed me. His touch was soft while his kiss was hot and wild. And then I’d fallen asleep in his arms. Rising up on my elbow, I brought the room into focus.
Beneath the blanket, I still wore my panties and halter top. Quietly grabbing my jeans from the floor, I tugged them on and wrapped the quilt around my shoulders.
A shiver of apprehension skittered over my flesh. Cruz slightly snored as he slept with one arm draped over his head. His hair tangled around his shoulders, and his muscle-honed chest rose and fell with his even breaths.
My heart hiccupped. I was wrecked. This man had always been my everything. Nothing had changed, yet everything was different.
“Micki?”
I hesitantly met his gaze. Here was all the guilt. He didn’t have to say anything. He knew. Maybe he could see the guilt on my face. Guilt for falling for someone else while I was still in love with him.
I’d needed Ryatt last night, but how was I supposed to let go of Cruz? Another surge of guilt rose like a tidal wave, crashing over me. Not because I regretted sleeping with Ryatt, but because I was afraid of what it meant for me and Cruz.
“Did he leave?”
“Rizz?”
Bikers had names for each other. I could think of worse things he could call Ryatt. Words stuck in my throat, so I just nodded.
Cruz blinked sleep from his eyes and glanced around the room. “I don’t know if he left. He didn’t say anything to me.” He brought the recliner to the upright position and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Is his bike here?”
“I’ll check.”
“I’ll come with you.” He tugged on his jeans. “I need to pee.”
He followed me to the stairs. Breath caught in my chest. With his head bowed, Ryatt sat on the stool at my dad’s workbench.
As I started down the stairs, his gaze lifted and locked with mine. Cruz deviated to the bathroom.
“Hi,” he said as I approached.
The concrete floor was cold on my bare feet. “Hi.”
After last night, I should’ve expected the awkwardness. His gaze shifted to the path Cruz had taken.
“Do you want to take a walk?” he asked.
“Okay.”
He slid off the stool and followed me to the door. Crisp, early morning air chilled my face. Tears burned behind my eyes as we walked toward the stable. I could feel the tension between us.
Maybe we only had one night. Maybe he was having regrets. I didn’t regret sleeping with him, only the timing. That I hadn’t thought about what it would do to Cruz.
I still woke up knowing I could fall for Ryatt…and fall hard.
We stopped at the open paddock. Mom had a mare out early. She would’ve seen both bikes in the yard. She probably had breakfast on the stove.
“Are we okay?” I asked, tightening the blanket around my shoulders.
Ryatt squinted into the rising sun, then turned and leaned against the fence. “I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve been up, thinking about us—about everything.”
I stood in front of him. A ball of insecurity crawled into my throat. The shiver prickling my skin had nothing to do with the chill in the air but everything to do with the cold tone of his voice. “Do you regret last night?”
He tipped his head back, his neck stretching and his Adam’s apple bobbing on a swallow.
“Ryatt?” His name on my lips had my heart stuttering. Last night, we’d gotten closer, and now fear that he’d walk away slipped hotly through my thoughts.
“Regret isn’t the right word.”
“Then what is?”
“Okay, regret might be the right word. I regret the timing, not that it happened.”
“I wish we’d been alone, too.”
“It’s not just that Cruz was there. Even though I feel like an asshole because he was decent to me last night. And he brought you home.” He gripped the blanket and tugged me closer, banding his arms around me. “I need to apologize to you, too. I didn’t protect you. We didn’t use a condom.”
I tipped my face to his. “I didn’t want to stop either.” I released a shaky exhale. “But yeah, we should’ve used a condom.” He’d told me it had been a while since he’d slept with anyone. Long enough to know he was clean. But I’d been with Cruz.
“I wish we’d been alone, too. He was probably listening.”
“I think we were quiet.” I slid out of his arms, and we watched the horse wander around the paddock.
“Ryatt, Cruz knows. Not because he saw or heard something last night. He didn’t say anything just now.
But he has asked me if I’d slept with you.
I didn’t lie to him. I told him not yet.
” I lifted my face to his. “I knew that I wanted to.”
His brow pinched. “His comments make a little more sense now. Did he give you permission to fuck me?”
“Ryatt,” I softly said and rested my hand on his sternum. “Cruz has nothing to do with us. The first time we met at Kiss’s meeting, I knew we were vibing, but I was with Cruz. I’m not a cheater.”
“I know. My timing sucks. I didn’t want to be a rebound.”
“You aren’t. I have feelings for you. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. I wanted last night to happen. I know this is so messed up. I don’t know what to say. I only know that I can’t let him go, either.”
“He still considers you his girlfriend.”
“I know.”
“Do you consider him your boyfriend?”
“No. Maybe. We’re something.”