Ride Dirty (Raven Riders 3.50)

“Somebody likes having her ass played with, does she?” he asked, remembering the way his touch against her rear opening had beckoned her orgasm. “You can tell me.”

“I do. I like it,” she babbled, her hips frantic again. She ground herself against him, her clit rocking against the muscle of his lower belly.

“Get me really wet.” He held two fingers to her mouth. “Suck.”

On a moan, she bathed his fingers with her tongue and took his fingertips to the back of her throat. “Yes, sweet girl, that’s right. Nice and wet for your asshole.”

“Caine,” she groaned as he pulled her hair to still her and hold her tight against him, opening her rear for his touch.

He swirled his wet fingertips against the tight opening, and that by itself made her whole body jerk against him. “So fucking sensitive, Emma. Anybody ever taken you here?”

A quick shake of her head. “Nooo.” The reply was a moan as he slowly slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle, then the second. “Oh God.”

The finger fucking he gave her was gentle—until she started working herself back against his penetration. “Wanna try two?”

Her forehead rested against his. “Anything. Everything.”

Jesus, this woman. He reached to her core where he was still deep inside her and swiped at more slick wetness. He stacked his fingertips, narrowing the invasion, letting her get used to it before he was finally finger-fucking her again. And she was right there with him, trying to move with his movements. He released her hair. “Fuck both my fingers and my cock, Emma. Ride me ‘til you come.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders then, and she was absolutely uninhibited as she ground and slammed against him. He clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth hurt, but he didn’t want to shoot before she got there. It was just that his fingers made her even tighter, and her cum was already spilling out onto his balls, and her sounds were like the dirtiest fucking soundtrack he’d ever heard.

Suddenly she was gasping for breath, then holding it, then screaming his name as she jerked against him, her whole body spasming, her orgasm nearly pushing his cock out of her. And then he couldn’t hold back another second. He eased his fingers out and cradled her as he took her down to the ground beneath him, and then he went at her like he was trying to crawl inside her and never come out.

His orgasm roared down his spine and nailed him in the ass, shoving him deep as his cock kicked again and again. He was panting and sweaty, and so was she, but he’d never seen anyone more beautiful than Emma Kerry in that moment—laying beneath him, thoroughly fucked, hair a sexed-up mess, lips swollen and red, eyes glazed over with the sexual satisfaction he’d given her.

“That was amazing, Caine,” she said. “Yes to all that.”

She was entirely serious, but the deadpan delivery still made him grin.

Then she chuckled.

And Chewy eyeballed and sniffed them because they were on the floor. Again. Caine laughed as hard as Emma did.

Which was the moment Caine first questioned if the intense pressure inside his chest could be love.

* * * *

Caine spent that night. Then the next night and the night after that. Until nearly a week had passed and so, along with it, had all but the last day of the old year.

Emma only had today and tomorrow left in her winter break, and then classes would resume and she and Caine would have to leave the secluded retreat they’d built around themselves.

She’d put off her friends, promising Alison that she’d finally tell her everything that was going on, and he’d put off his brothers in the club unless it was something that might offer the slightest clue about her stalker.

Though the sheriff was interviewing the handful of people she could remotely think of, there was only one really good lead, in Caine’s opinion. And that had apparently come from some ex-military friend in Baltimore who was a computer genius willing to bend a few rules to hack into traffic cameras. Particularly, one camera which offered a view of the street down which you had to exit when pulling out of the elementary school driveway. Apparently, he’d assumed that the vandalism had occurred at night, and following that thinking, he’d scanned that camera’s feed during the overnight hours each day of the weekend when the damage occurred.

That had produced a list of seventeen vehicles. It seemed like a lot to narrow down to Emma, but Caine had thought it was their first big break. Now all they could do was wait.

It was wearing on Caine.

Especially since nothing else had happened around her house. Or if it had, they had fewer ways to tell. By Thursday, the temperatures had rebounded into the low fifties, and by Friday all but the bigger snow piles had melted.