Ride Wild (Raven Riders 3)

He didn’t want her to beg for something he was only too happy to give. “Then push down your jeans and turn around.”

Adrenaline was an aphrodisiac in Cora’s blood. It flooded her nerves, her muscles, her senses, even as she complied with Slider’s command, unhooking her jeans and sliding them and her panties down over her hips. And then she turned and braced against her car, the mild October night air tingling over her skin.

Suddenly, Slider’s heat was gone, and she peered over her shoulder to find that he’d retreated a step or two. He caught her looking. “Don’t mind me, Cora. I just needed to make sure I never fucking forget what you look like half naked against that car.”

An excited breath rushed out of her, even as the wetness between her legs proved how urgently she needed him there. Stroking her, filling her, driving her wild. “Slider,” she finally pleaded.

It was as if his name hauled him to her. His hands were at his jeans, his zipper, his cock. He fished a packet from his wallet, and tore the wrapper to reveal a condom. His fist bumped against her ass as he rolled it on, and it was so damn erotic, that little bit of contact, because it meant it was almost time.

But instead, it was Slider’s fingers that plundered between her legs. “Aw, Jesus. Feel how wet you are for me.” His middle finger sank deep, once, twice. Cora tilted her hips back to give him more access, her fingers scrabbling at the roof of her car, her breasts covered by her sweater but pressed against the window. The sensations were arousing as hell—the hard metal and glass of the car in front of her, and him trapping her from behind.

That thought unraveled a tendril of fear through her belly, because the last time she’d had sex from behind, well, It hadn’t freaking been sex, Cora, okay? Right.

And she refused to let what it had been force her to surrender the hot satisfaction of having Slider like this, of sharing this with him, of letting him take her in such a primal way. Especially since a dirty part of her mind, a part she maybe wasn’t ready for, got off on imagining Slider taking this encounter to a whole other place—a place where he pinned her arms behind her back and clamped his hand over her mouth and took her hard and relentlessly against the car . . .

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he added a second finger and penetrated deep. “I need more.”

“Yeah?” he rasped in her ear. “Tell me.”

“I need your cock in me, Slider.”

“Yeah, ya do.” And then his hardness was there, at her entrance and sliding home.

Her moan was high-pitched and tortured, but standing flush against the car as they both were had his cock stroking against a place inside her that made her want to cry and beg. His chest pressed against her back and his arms came around her body, and then he hunched himself around her and took her in a series of fast, hard, grinding strokes.

“Oh, yes, oh, please,” she said, so close but hanging there on the edge. Way off in the distance of her awareness, engines roared and fans cheered and people walked out to their cars. But all Cora knew was Slider’s grip and his breath and his cock inside her.

“Taking me so good,” he growled, his hips smacking hers.

“Please,” she moaned as the friction wound her higher and higher.

“Please what?” he asked, sucking on her earlobe.

“Put your hand between my legs,” she whispered, too desperate to feel any self-consciousness about telling him exactly what she needed.

His fingers were there in a heartbeat, circling her clit and coating her with her own arousal. “That what you need?”

“Yes. God, Slider.” Cora ground back against him as much as she could, but he held her so deliciously tight that mostly she had to just take him. And that was everything she wanted to do.

“Want you to come, Cora. ’Cause I’m gonna be right there with you.”

The urgency in his voice was what did it. She hung on the knife’s edge for one more second, and then she was falling, flying, floating. Moaning his name on the night air, her breath fogged the metal of the roof, an apparition of ecstasy that disappeared way too soon.

“Fuuuck,” Slider groaned, his jerking cock buried to the hilt inside her. He withdrew most of the way and then filled her up again. And once more. “Jesus, I’m still coming.”

“Yeah, give me all of it.” And, man, what she wouldn’t give to be able to feel the claiming mark of his come inside her, skin against skin . . .

But just then, she soaked in the pleasure they’d shared as his head fell against hers. His grip turned into a warm embrace that felt like love in a touch. For a long moment, they just were. Together.