Page 40 of Death Rydes Shotgun

Panting beneath me, Harmony squeezes her thighs together, a tight, involuntary reaction that doesn’t escape my notice.

“No cheating,” I murmur against her jaw. “Spread your legs for me.”

Tentatively, her gaze fixes on mine, and she acquiesces to my command, her knees falling open on the dry straw.

As I trail the steel further down her torso, a small dark spot near her bellybutton catches the firelight.

I tilt my head, pausing the blade right above it.

“You missed a spot,” I whisper.

Harmony looks down to see what I’m staring at, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as her expression turns horrified. “Is that... is that Marcus’s blood?”

“All the better if it is,” I say simply, my eyes locking back onto hers.

I continue to trail the flat of the knife downward, leaning to follow the path of the steel with my lips—warmth to chase away the cold bite of the metal.

Reaching her waistline, I slip the tip of the blade under the metallic button of her jeans and pop it open.

Harmony lifts her hips slightly in the dim light, a silent, unmistakable invitation.

“If I release your hand, will you be a good girl?” My gaze burns into hers.

Harmony swallows hard, giving me a single, quiet nod.

“Good.”

I free her wrist from the wooden post, then bend down to slide her wet jeans off her legs before throwing them onto the dirt floor.

She sits before me in the flickering glow, her breath hitching in rapid, shallow gasps as the cool air kisses her skin, making her flesh prickle with goosebumps.

Her once pale pink panties are now a shade darker from the slickness pooling between her thighs.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, watching her chest heave with intense, undeniable wanting. “You’re so wet for me.”

With the blade still firmly in my grip, I continue to trail it down her perfect body until the tip reaches her clit.

As I slide its point, ever so gently, up and down her sensitive nub, a devious moan is ripped from her throat.

I toss the knife aside into the straw and plunge my hand down the front of her panties.

My entire hand cups her swollen pussy.

Fuck, she feels so good.

The way my fingers slide through her slick, wet flesh, to the warmth of her blood-engorged clit is causing my dick to harden to the point of pain.

I caress her clit with my thumb while my fingers dive into her slick opening.

Harmony writhes beneath my touch as her pussy sucks up my fingers like a category five tornado.

“Jesus, Ryder. You feel so goddamn good,” she moans through ragged breaths.

“You’re so goddamn tight with just two fingers. Do you think you can handle three?”

Greedily, she bobs her up and down.

Her enthusiasm has my dick growing achingly harder.