Ride Wild(21)

"Too good," he rasped.

She nodded. "So good you're already making me want more, Slider."

"Yeah," he said, hammering her harder. "Tell me."

A strangled cry spilled out of her, because he was moving faster now,  harder, chasing the end. "I want to ride you. And I want you to pin me  up against a wall. And I want-"

"Christ, the mouth you have on you," he said, claiming it in a rough,  demanding kiss. Finally, he pulled away. "Know what I want?"

"What?"

"I want you to come again. I want to feel it while I'm buried in you. I  want you to give me that, Cora." He fell atop her, his arms clutching  her tight, and fucked her in a series of fast, grinding strokes that hit  her clit every time.

She hadn't thought she would get there again, but suddenly she was  close, closer. "Don't stop," she gasped, curling her arms around his  neck and holding on. She closed her eyes and arched her spine and used  her feet on the backs of his thighs for leverage, and then she was  coming and shaking and shouting, and so was Slider.

"Cora," he groaned, his hips slowing but still moving, his cock jerking  inside her, his breath rasping in her ear. Still, he fucked her in long,  lazy strokes as he lifted his head to look at her. Satisfaction made  his eyes softer than she'd ever seen them before, but there was still  interest there, too. "Jesus, Cora, I'm still hard."

A moment of uncertainty rolled through her. To cut this off with the  incredible sex they'd already shared, or to push for more? More won out,  because who knew if this was a line they'd ever cross again after  today? "That's because we're not done."



"We're not?" Slider asked, his head, heart, and cock at war.

He knew what he wanted, because nothing had made him feel this good in a  long, long time. But he posed it as a question anyway because he didn't  want to be taking advantage any more than he was. Things were way  muddied now. What was right here? And if this was wrong, why did it feel  so right? But while he was still inside her, only one part of him could  emerge as the winner, even if it was probably the wrong damn part.

"You wanna ride me, Cora? That what you want?" He imagined it, imagined  what she'd look like taking him inside her body, holding him down, using  him in a way that made them both feel so good. And, God, he wanted what  he imagined, though he fucking shouldn't. Not if he was smart.                       
       
           



       

"Yes," she said, biting her lip.

Aw, that fucking lip bite. He felt it in his cock. And he surrendered to  what he wanted-just one more memory with her, like this. Because after  today, memories were all he was going to let himself have.

For both of their sakes.

Withdrawing, Slider turned on his back and hauled her on top of him, and  then he kissed her until neither of them could breathe but didn't care.  "Get another condom, and then I want you to show me just what you've  been thinking about."

A series of fast movements had her quickly straddling him, centering  herself over him, and sinking down tight. She braced herself against his  chest and lifted and lowered herself, her gaze going to where they were  connected.

He couldn't help but look too, because fuck, they looked so good  together, with his cock disappearing inside her little body. "I find  everything about you so damn beautiful," he said, letting words fly that  maybe he should've held back. Cora's gaze snapped to his, the soft  surprise on her face endearing and honest and vulnerable. Her guileless  pleasure made him glad for giving voice to how he felt. His whole life  had been about holding back for too long, and he just didn't want to do  it anymore. Not in that moment. Not while they were so bared to each  other. Not while they were so deep into each other.

And not when he hadn't been with a woman who looked at him that way in so damn long. Maybe even his whole life.

"Slider," she moaned, "you're so good."

The words hit him in ways that were both healing and uncomfortable as  fuck, so he turned them, twisted them, made them about the sex. "Use me  to feel good, Cora. That's what I want." He clutched at her hips,  lifting her, moving her faster, grinding her down again. She leaned back  and braced against his thighs, her hips shifting forward, her breasts  and the soft waves of her hair swaying, her mouth dropping open. She  rocked her hips forward and back, and Slider helped her move even as her  strokes had him groaning and straining to go deeper.

He palmed her lower belly and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Cora nearly screamed at the contact, and it only made Slider want to  torment her more. She clutched at his wrist, not pulling him away, but  holding his hand there, and then she rode him until she was coming  again. Shaking and cursing. Her wetness spilling out over his groin, his  balls.

"Now it's my fucking turn," he said, banding her upper body down against  his. Drawing his knees up, he braced his heels against the mattress,  and then he let his hips fly in a fast rhythm that had him drilling up  into her. Their skin smacked and their breaths sawed and their fingers  dug into one another. And it was the best that Slider had felt in years.  Jesus, maybe even in more years than he wanted to admit, more than he'd  ever let himself think about before.

"God, I want to feel you come again," she breathed against his ear. "Want to know I made you come."

It was her words that did it. One, two, three strokes more and his  orgasm nailed him in the back of the spine and had him hammering her  with a series of punctuated thrusts as her pussy squeezed him dry.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think about why this should  never happen again when his instincts screamed to know when it would be  happening next.

Finally, their bodies calmed and stilled, and Slider was forced to  withdraw from her whether he wanted to or not. And then they lay  together for a long time, Cora again positioned in the nook along the  side of his body, both of them occasionally drifting off to sleep, and  neither of them talking because they both knew what they had to say.

It didn't surprise him that, when one of them finally spoke, it was  Cora. She was brave and honest like that, and she'd never struck him as  someone to play games. "So, earlier," she whispered. "I said, ‘Just this  once.'"

"Yeah," Slider said, regret slinking around in his gut.

"I'm open to not being held to that," she said, that same regret  slinking around in her voice, "but I also understand if you feel like we  need to."

Slider sighed and tipped her jaw so that they were looking eye to eye.  "I don't regret this Cora, not one fucking bit. But I'm your boss. I  don't want you to feel taken advantage of. I wasn't lying when I told  you I'm kind of a wreck, and I also don't want to confuse the boys." The  boys, who had already seen them in bed together. So Slider was already  screwing that one up.

"Yeah," she said. "I know. And I'm still trying to figure my life out, so . . ."                       
       
           



       

So. Fuck.

"So then, this can't happen again," he said, knowing the words coming  out of his mouth were the right call, but hating them all the same.





Chapter 11




"Slider, would you be willing to help me buy a car?" Cora asked after  the boys left for school on Wednesday morning. She'd recovered from her  illness, started to set up her routine as the Evanses' nanny, and  accomplished all the legwork she could online and by phone about getting  a car, volunteering at the animal shelter, and applying for spring  enrollment at the community college. Now all she needed was the wheels.

He turned from the bowl of cereal he was pouring for himself, which in  and of itself was an interesting development. Because making pancakes  was some sort of big family tradition, he often ate a few with the boys  on Sunday mornings. But when was the last time she'd seen him eat  breakfast during the week? "Uh, what did you have in mind?"

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I've never bought my own car before, and  you know a lot about them. So I was hoping you might have time to come  along, ask all the right questions, and help me negotiate a good deal."

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms. "Actually, I've been  thinking about this. And I have an alternate idea." As he spoke, she  tried not to notice how crossing his arms made the muscles of his biceps  pop out, or just how sexy his old worn jeans were hanging on his lean  hips. But after she'd clutched at those muscles and felt those hips  between her legs, it was incredibly difficult not to notice such things.