Page 9 of Riding Rough
“Please,” she whines. “I need you. I really need you.” Her voice is so faint that I wonder if she’s dreaming. That would make the most sense. Then again, maybe she’s stressed about the day and holding her is really something platonic that she’s asking of a man who I’m sure she sees as nothing more than a family friend.
Besides that, it’s two in the morning and I do need some sleep if I’m going to get us home tomorrow. Holding her would be the perfect way to drift off, or at the very least, torture myself until my body calls it quits.
“Are you sure you know what you’re talking about? You’re half awake.”
She sits up and smiles, brushing her hair back out of her face. “I’m awake. I keep having bad dreams.”
That’s the permission I need.
My body reacts without much more thought. I strip down to my boxers and slide into bed next to her, pulling her frame tight against mine.
Mistake, mistake, mistake, huge fucking mistake.
My cock is hard without warning, like I’m a teenage boy who’s snuck into the girls’ locker room.
She’s soft and smells like a spring rain. Her ass presses back into my cock and she giggles. “You bring your gun to bed?”
For the first time in my life, my cheeks might be red with embarrassment. “Yeah. That was dumb.” I roll onto my back, but she doesn’t let go of my arm.
Her tiny hand rolls toward my stomach, but first, it brushes past the raging erection tenting the sheets. She hits it like a goal post and sits up straight staring toward me.
“Oh God.”
I roll off the bed. “Fuck.I knew this was a bad idea.”
“What’s a bad idea?”
“Getting in bed with you. Touching you. It was a bad fucking idea!”
Her pretty head tilts to the side, cascading ribbons of golden hair down over her shoulder. “Why? It looks like you’re veryhappyto be in bed with me?” She bites her bottom lip playfully and her legs spill open. “Do you want to see what you do to me?”
Oh fuck.My cock pulses at the sight of her thick thighs spread open for me, and I question if I’m the one dreaming.
“You’re confused. Did you take that sleeping pill? I saw them on your nightstand.”
She draws in a deep breath. “A sleeping pill didn’t do this to me, Kane. I think we’re both finally saying out loud what we’ve been thinking for years. At least our bodies aretryingto tell the story.”
“We can’t act on everything we feel, Amber. Your twenty years younger than me.”
“But you’ve thought of me…like that.”
I huff out a heavy sigh. “And your dad. What about him?”
“Do we need to tell him?” She sits up on the bed and kneels in front of me, staring up as her lips are inches from my cock.
Fuck if it doesn’t take every goddamn cell in my body not to press my dick onto her hot, little tongue.
“We’d know,and you’re emotional today after the mess with Jed.”
“Don’t say his name, Kane. Not tonight. He tormented me. I haven’t…” She swallows hard and looks away for a moment. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone…ever.I found reasons to talk about you with friends. I fantasized about you taking me away for months. I—”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve never like…wantedto have sex. Jed made me feel like it was some duty I wasn’t fulfilling for him, but I couldn’t. It made me sick to think about it. Now, with you, my clit won’t stop throbbing.”
I pause, paralyzed from the words that were just said.
“It’s more than physical, Kane.” She drags in a deep breath. “I feel connected to you. I have for so long, but I knew… knowit’s wrong, so I held back.” She brushes her fingers through her long hair and looks away. “I’m sure I sound like a bumbling idiot. So, feel free to send me back to bed. No explanation needed.”