Page 53 of Riding Hard

And those words, that purr of his voice against my throat, send vibrations throughout my entire body. I want that. I want to come for him, make him proud of me—even though that sounds absolutely ridiculous, even in my own head. But it doesn’t make it less true, ridiculous-sounding and all.

Curling my fingers around his shoulders, I hold on to him as I grind my clit down. My hips move back and forth, my gaze affixed to his. I’m going to make myself come. And I’m going to make him come completely and totally undone in the process.

We stare into one another’s eyes, both unable to look away. I clench my jaw, gnashing my teeth back and forth as sweat beads on my lower back and trickles between my breasts. His eyes slide closed as a low, growly groan bubbles up from his throat.

I don’t stop. I’m climbing higher and higher, so damn close that I can see over the edge. I’m ready to go, ready to fall. I grind myself down harder, bucking back and forth, until the telltale feeling begins.

Trickling sweat, tingling throughout my body, and then my belly dips once before it warms. The orgasm consumes me. It’s not quick and fast, not hard and electric like a lightning bolt. It’s like sweet molasses, flowing slowly through me, warming me, and making me feel loose.

Then he lifts his hips in one final thrust before I feel his warm cum fill me, pump into me. He empties inside me, and I collapse on top of him, my body beyond boneless, ready to slip into exhausted sleep.

His fingers gently glide up the center of my bare back, then down to my hip, before repeating the motion. I let out a sigh, wishing I could get closer to him, wondering if it would be possible to actually become part of him.

“I liked that a hell of a lot,” he murmurs, his lips touching the top of my head.

I hum, unsure if I can actually speak. I don’t try, content to stay just like this for as long as humanly possible, maybe even forever.

“Nothin’s ever gonna fuckin’ touch you, honey. Not ever again.”

My lips curve up into a grin. I love the sound of that. I hope it’s true. I want it to be, because I don’t ever want to leave here. My mind drifts to earlier this evening. It was the perfect night.

We ate pizza, and I was able to talk with Cade more. He was engaging, sweet, and beyond polite. I don’t know what I anticipated when it came to him, but he exceeded anything I could have expected.

After pizza, we cleaned up, watched a movie together as a little family, and then Cade remembered he had schoolwork, much to his father’s annoyance. I helped him as much as I could with it.

Thankfully, it wasn’t math, but I barely graduated high school, so needless to say, it’s not my strong suit. I did discover that helping him and learning about the things he’s studying was much more enjoyable at twenty-nine than it was at ten.

Once schoolwork was done, Cade went to bed, and I unpacked my things in Slade’s room, something he insisted on. As nerve-racking as it is to be here in this house with Cade just down the hallway, Slade assured me that it would be fine.

I’m not sure if he really thought that or if he just wanted to have sex. Didn’t matter to me, though, because I wanted to have sex just as bad, if not worse, than he did. Which leads me to this moment—my body draped over his, my face buried in his neck, and my heart racing.

Perfection.

And without even realizing what I’m doing, my eyes slide closed, and I fall asleep on his chest, with him inside me.

Again… perfection.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FOUR

LOOT

“I like her,” Cade murmurs.

I grin. Tilting my head to the side, I look over at him. I’m glad he likes her, but I also need him to know that he can talk to me, always and freely. This is new for me, but it’s beyond new for him.

Every time I’ve had him, it’s just been us, and I’ve made sure to always keep it that way, because the time I had with him was beyond precious.

But now he’s mine all the time. He’s also precious as fuck, but I’ve met someone who I want to be part of my life in a way I’ve never wanted before. This situation is something I’ve never navigated, and we’re all going to have to learn together.

“I’m glad you do, because I do, too,” I admit.

Saying the words out loud makes it seem even more real than it is. Because it’s really fucking real right now. She’s in my bed, by my side, and she’s my fucking old lady, something I never thought I would have, and now I have to tell Cade what that means.

“You’ll hear some things if you go around the clubhouse, so I want to tell you.”

“Juliette is your old lady now?” he asks.