Hot Ride(10)

"If you do it that way you'll probably change your mind." Rip smiled. "Just jump right in."

He was right. She stepped onto the rock the men had used to dive off and  gazed down at the four faces watching her, then she dove in. Cold  surrounded her as her body glided through the water. She pushed to the  surface and glanced around, getting her bearings. She couldn't feel  anything below her feet, so she tread water. She noticed Rip swimming  several yards off to her left.

"If you come over here, you can touch bottom," Shock said, the water level to mid-chest on him.

She swam toward him and felt the sandy bottom under her toes. She continued a little closer until she could stand up.

Shock stepped toward her and stroked her arms. "Cold?"

His touch started a fire in her. He gazed at her with those amazing  brown eyes of his and she thought he might kiss her, so she stepped  back, but bumped into another man. She gazed over her shoulder to see  Wild Card behind her. She glanced around and saw Rip treading water,  watching her, while Wild Card wrapped his arms around her waist and drew  her back against him. His cock might be surrounded by cool water, but  that didn't stop it from rising to an enormous erection.

"Oh, I-" As she tried to step away, Shock stepped closer, until his big  body was against her, his big swollen cock pressing against her belly.

The heat simmering through her rolled to a boil at the thought that  these big, tough, tattooed men wanted her. She wanted their big hands to  caress her. Wild Card's lips nuzzled the back of her neck and she felt  herself melt. Shock glided his hand along her hip, then up her torso.  She shivered as his hand neared her breast. Then Wild Card's hand  covered her breast.

"I don't-"

But Shock cupped her other breast and she whimpered. Two men were touching her. And Shock's cock twitched.

"You're so beautiful." Shock cupped her cheek and lifted her chin, then  his lips met hers. Lightly, his tongue teased her lips until she opened,  then his tongue slid inside her mouth and gently explored.         

     



 

Wild Card's hand cupped her ass and squeezed, then suddenly she felt her  bra release. Shock drew the straps from her shoulders. Wild Card cupped  both her naked breasts, stroking his thumb over her nipples and she  moaned. This was so hot and sexy.

But when she felt her panties gliding down her hips, she panicked.

"No." She shook her head and leaned back hard against Wild Card, trying  to put distance between her and Shock, who was still easing them down.  She leaned down and grabbed her panties and tugged them back up, then  pushed aside Wild Card's hands. She hurried to the shore as quickly as  she could, hugging herself to cover her breasts.

Rip followed her from the water. "Everything okay, Hayley?"

Her throat was so tight she couldn't have answered even if she'd had the  words. She stepped onto the sand, then raced toward her clothes. She  didn't know where her bra was, and right now, didn't care. She pulled on  her T-shirt, then tugged her jeans over her wet, twisted panties.

Rip pulled on his jeans.

"I want to go back to town now, please," she said through gritted teeth,  unable to look at him. She heard the splash of the water as the other  men got out of the lake, then the rustling of clothes behind her.

"Whatever you want." Rip pulled on his shirt, then took her hand and led back her to where his bike was parked.

She pulled on the helmet he handed her and climbed onto the seat, her  heart still pounding. As they drove along the path, she heard other  motorcycles start up and soon the other three men were driving along  behind them.

Oh, God, why did they have to come, too?

All the way back to town, all she could think about was their big  masculine hands stroking her and what it would feel like for their big  cocks to slide inside her. One after another. Then two of them  sandwiching her between them and driving one cock into her ass and one  into her pussy.

She held on tight to Rip, and was tempted to run her hand over his jeans and squeeze the big cock inside.

Oh, God, what had she turned into?

As soon as Rip parked the bike on the street a block from the hotel, she  climbed off. The other bikes pulled up behind them. She pulled off the  helmet and tried to smooth her damp hair. She must look a mess.

As the other men dismounted their bikes, Rip cupped her shoulders and  leaned in close. "I know you're upset. Do you want to go back to my room  and talk, or would you rather I give you some space?" He pulled out his  keycard and held it between his fingers, offering it to her. "Whatever  you want."

"Oh, look. I was wrong."

Hayley's head jerked around at the sound of Marianne's voice. Marianne, Brooke and Tina were walking toward the hotel.

"She is a slut."

All the upsetting emotions that had been swirling through Hayley  collided in a mass of explosive anger. She drew back from Rip and glared  at Marianne. "What was that?" she challenged.

Marianne glanced a little nervously at Rip, but then turned back to  Hayley and gazed at her damp, tangled hair then down to her chest.

Remembering she had no bra on under the T-shirt, Hayley glanced down and  realized the thin fabric did nothing to hide the outline of her  nipples. It must look to the others like …  well, like exactly what had  happened. She'd gone swimming with the four men in her underwear and had  discarded the wet bra when she'd gotten dressed.

Marianne must have sensed her uncertainty and smiled. She straightened  her stance and her gaze locked with Hayley's. "I said you're a slut."

Anger long suppressed over years of taking crap from these so-called  friends, especially Marianne, surged through Hayley, boiling over in a  rage of defiance. Her hands balled into fists and she stormed toward  Marianne, fury seething through her. Startled, Marianne stepped back,  but Hayley marched forward until they were face-to-face.

"Shut the fuck up." Hayley glared at the woman. "You don't know me.  You've never known me. And don't believe for a moment you have the right  to judge me. Not after you fucked Brooke's boyfriend when she was away  on business last winter."

Marianne's jaw dropped.

"What?" Brooke's shocked gaze locked on Marianne.         

     



 

"I don't know why you think-"

"He told me," Hayley replied flatly.

Hayley and Jeff, Brooke's ex-boyfriend, had kept in touch since high  school, often playing on-line gaming together. They'd been talking over  Skype one night, and a guilty conscience and too many beers had  triggered his confession.

But the shock and uncertainty on Marianne's face wasn't enough. Hayley wanted to haul back and slug the woman.

She sucked in a deep breath, pushing aside the dark thoughts, and turned  and stormed away, with no clear idea where she was going. After a few  strides, she realized Tina was hurrying after her, while Marianne and  Brooke strode toward the hotel in strained silence.

"Hayley, wait." Tina caught her arm and matched her stride. "Are you okay? You're not acting like yourself."

Hayley spun around. "No, you're wrong. I'm acting more like the real me  than I ever have before. Doing what I want and not caring what anyone  else thinks."

Tina smiled. "I'm glad to hear it. I think that's a really good thing."  She hooked her arm around Hayley's. "So do you want to go talk about  it?"

Rip, who had been standing beside his friends watching the whole thing,  walked toward them. "Why don't we all get a drink?" He nudged his head  toward the nearby bar that his friends were entering. "The guys and I  can shoot some pool while you two talk."

"A drink sounds like a good idea, Hayley," Tina encouraged.

Hayley nodded and followed Rip and Tina into the bar. Tina led her to a  small booth in the corner while Rip went to the bar and returned a few  moments later with drinks for Tina and Hayley and a beer for himself.

There were only two other people in the bar, a couple of guys playing  pool on one of the three tables at the back. Steele, Wild Card, and  Shock set up the balls on one of the other tables and Steele rubbed  chalk on his cue tip, then broke.

"You know where to find me." Rip walked toward his friends.

"He is super sexy," Tina said as she watched Rip walk away.

Hayley stared at Tina then glanced around at Rip strolling to the pool tables. "Are you staring at his ass?"

"Well, yeah. Shouldn't I be?" Tina leaned forward. "Actually, a better question. Did you spend the night with him?"

"Yes."

"Does that have something to do with why you let Marianne have it?" She smiled. "Not that you needed a reason. She deserved it."

Hayley pursed her lips. "It wasn't that. It was … " She wrung her hands  together. "Well, we went to the lake together and …  something happened."

Tina stared at her with concern. "Are you okay? Did he do something you didn't want him to do? Or did one of his friends?"