Page 8 of Riding Hard
“But you’re glad I did.” I grin and swipe my hand down over my beard.
She nods and our gaze meets.
Stillness. Absolute stillness. Our bodies speak but our lips have gone still. My cock springs to life and every beat in my heart hammers at double speed.
“Yeah,” she finally whispers. “I’m glad you did.”
Now, I know I’ve preached a lot of things in my life, namely the pitfalls of falling in love with the wrong person, but right now, that man doesn’t exist. That man is locked in a basement somewhere because the guy sitting on this sofa… he’s all about whatever feels right is the only thing that matters.
Bella glances down at my hard cock, then up toward me. Her cheeks turn pink. “Is that for me?”
I stare toward her, unable to form words. My mind is running a mile a minute. I want her. She wants me. I can tell by the tone of her voice when she speaks, by the way she looks at me.
“What if it is?”
She smiles. “Well then, I’d have to take care of you.” Her shoulders shrug and her small hand grabs hold of my cock. “I mean, you’ve been doing so much to take care of me. It only seems fair.”
There are so many things I should be thinking about here. First and foremost, how this young woman is my daughter’s friend. Second, how young she is. Third, how young she is. Fourth, how young she is. Fifth, how stressed she is. Sixth, howfucking youngshe is.
Whatever hormones diffuse when you’re about to do something stupid flood my brain, and all I can focus on is her body and the way I feel when she’s in my arms.
“I could keep taking care of you,” I say leaning her backward on the couch as I continue my out-of-body experience. “Would you like that? Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?”
She bites back a grin and nods. “I’d like that, but I should tell you, I’m not a wild girl like I’m letting on.” Her gaze meets the bookshelf in the corner before she meets mine again. “As in… I’ve never doneanything. Well, I’ve kissed someone, but that’s all.”
A purely sexual, sick, vile, lump grows in my throat. The kind that will haunt me for years to come.
It should, you fucking pervert!
No matter how I berate myself, all I can think about is how it would feel to explore her undiscovered body.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
My hand slides over the side of her face and I gently tug on the hot lobe of her ear. “We need to slow down. I don’t have this kind of self-control. We keep this up and I’m going to do something stupid.”
I expect this to soothe the ache and cool us both down, but it only seems to intensify her desire.
She climbs on top of me, pressing her hard nipples into my bare chest. “Lose control with me, Diesel. I’m lonely. You’re lonely. We don’t have to make sense of this right now. Let’s just surrender to this moment.”
I stare toward her, my cock beating a rhythm in my jeans I haven’t felt for at least a decade. The more she speaks, the more convincing her rationalizations sound.
Lord, I’m going to need some help on this one.
Chapter Five
Bella
Every night for months, I’ve woken up from my dark room nightmare alone. I hate dreams like that. The ones that leave you feeling things in real life. For me, it’s an insatiable longing that settles deep in my stomach. Usually, I snuggle into a pillow wishing it to life.
This is so much better.
Diesel stares toward me. There’s a fight going on behind his eyes. A fight I can’t begin to comprehend. I’m sure so much of this is weird for him. My age, my friendship with Amber, my current emotional state. But I also know there’s a part of him that wants to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss him.
“The rain has stopped,” he grumbles. “We should go for a ride and clear our heads.”
I smile and wrap my hand around his shoulders. “You should take me for a ride. I’d like that.” We both know I’m not talking about his bike.
He holds back a smile and sinks his rough hand into my hair. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” His voice is so deep when he says it that my clit is set to overdrive.