Page 43 of Riding Hard

When he breaks the kiss, his gaze searches mine. I can see him better now. There is a dim light on this side of the building, just bright enough for me to see his dark eyes as they sparkle and search mine.

“You know only teenagers fuck on the side of a building because they can’t control themselves,” Slade murmurs.

I can hear the laughter in his voice. It’s cute. He’s cute, or maybe I should use a word like sexy. I’m not sure it matters, because all I want is his mouth anywhere on my skin and him anywhere inside me.

“I’ve never felt that way before now,” I whisper.

It’s the truth. It’s raw and bare, but I’m giving it to him. I’ve been through so much in my life. I don’t care about games. They don’t interest me. And if this doesn’t work out, then I’m back to never being vulnerable with anyone ever again.

Back to the thought of living a life alone, which is exactly what my original plan was anyway.

It’s probably the right call. I shouldn’t be here with him, but he shifts his head closer to me. His lips touch mine with a light brush, and then he leans back slightly, his gaze searching again—waiting for me to say something, or maybe trying to figure out what to say in response to me.

“I’m not sure I ever have, either, Jules.”

And then no more words need to be said. We speak without saying a single word. We’re fingers and tongues, teeth and lips as he undresses me. He tugs my shorts down, then grips my panties at the sides and shreds them as if they’re the flimsiest fabric to ever have existed.

When they’re gone, I feel his fingers glide through my center. Two of them dip inside me, filling me, stretching me. My head falls back, bouncing on the hard stucco of the building behind me— scratching my back—but I don’t care because Slade is touching me… he’s in me.

He leans forward, his lips touch the center of my throat, and he moans. The vibration slides through my body, almost as if it’s actually entered my bloodstream. My breathing comes out in heavy pants as he begins to make a come-hither motion, his thumb finding purchase on my clit, and my hips move on their own, rocking forward as he brings me closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Jules. I want you to soak my hand.”

Closing my eyes slowly, I let out a long exhale as I allow myself to just feel. Allow myself to let go. He consumes me, every part of me, and I want to do that for him. I want to come, to soak his hand, to give that to him.

His teeth drag up the skin of my throat, my chin, and then he nips my bottom lip. “Open your eyes, Juliette,” he breathes, his warm breath fanning over my face. “I want your eyes on mine when you come all over me.”

Wow. Hot.

Opening my eyes, I look directly into his dark gaze as he works me with his fingers and his thumb. It feels good, so damn good, his fingers moving inside me, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as I climb higher and higher, inching toward the edge and ready to throw myself off the side for him.

I’ve never felt this way before. Then, when I’m on the edge, so close that I’m ready to scream out his name and fall over, tumbling, rolling down the hill, he pulls his hand from between my legs.

The loss seems almost too great for words. I want to take his wrist and shove him between my legs again, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place. I open my mouth to beg for his touch again. I was so close, and now it seems like he’s ripped himself away from me for no reason.

But before I can speak, I hear the sound of his belt jingle. Then he reaches for me, his fingers curling around the backs of my thighs as he picks me up, my back scraping along the stucco before he slams himself deep inside me with one thrust.

“I’m a liar, Jules. I need to feel you right now, and I need you to strangle my cock when you come, not my fingers.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

LOOT

Being inside Juliette is an out-of-body experience that I didn’t even know was possible. I understand why men would kill, maim, hunt, and conquer for a woman. I would do that for her, to be with her, to be near her, to feel her this way.

My gaze stays connected to hers as I press her body against the wall and begin to move inside her. It’s not fucking. I don’t know what this is, but it’s not fucking, that’s for damn sure.

One of her hands curls around the back of my neck, her fingers gripping the strands there as she holds on to me. Her other hand is wrapped around my bicep as her nails dig into me there through my shirt.

“Please, Slade,” she murmurs.

“You feel fucking amazing. I don’t want to come too soon,” I grind out

That’s a fucking fact, too. This night has been goddamn wild, and I did not expect this shit to happen. I wasn’t planning on her even being here, let alone standing just outside the clubhouse, almost as if she was waiting for me.

Like she knew I needed this… needed her.