Along for the Ride

"That's your problem, boy-o. You think too much." Her arms locked behind his head, while the fullness of her gown allowed one long leg to slip up and wrap around behind him as she rubbed herself against his ready cock. Her eyes, sparkling though they were with passion, couldn't quite hide the sadness beneath. "Don't think, Thomas. Shut up and fuck me."

"Are you all right? You have the strangest look on your face."

Rick shook his head a little, shifting between the woman in front of him now and memory of the one he had just seen in his head. Who was she? It was like putting on a coat that didn't quite fit, only to realize you had picked up someone else's garment. Only in this case, he had picked up someone else's memory.

Too bad his dick didn't know the difference, though. Reliving that moment in someone else's life -- and Rick knew somehow that was what it was -- left him as turned on and ready for action as that other man had been. Which might not have been a problem if he had found himself alone in a deserted house with a woman he wasn't already hot for. But right now he was hotter than he could remember being since Danielle Leeuwendyk had gone down on him in the girls' bathroom his junior year in high school.

"Cat, let down your hair for me."

Why had he whispered? And how did he know to call her by a shortened version of her name, for that matter? Rick didn't know how he knew. He just did. His voice felt rusty -- unused -- and the pet name just felt right.

Catherine's hand lifted and Rick didn't know whether it was to obey, or to give him that smack upside the head he'd wanted earlier. But when her arm bent and her hand reached for the plastic claw holding her hair, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Then she shook her head softly and about a mile of black silk tumbled down her back. Rick nearly went off in his jeans.

Mother of God, how he'd missed that. Seeing the welcoming look in her eyes, he couldn't wait another second to hold her again. He reached for her and she didn't deny him. He took her mouth in a kiss and she was kissing him back. He could still tell her taste apart from every other woman on earth -- it started smooth like vanilla but finished with a kick like pure Irish whiskey. Cat, his sweet, fiery Cat.

"Put your arms around my neck," Rick growled, breaking the kiss. He put his hands under that perfect ass and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping naturally around his waist. Every step was torture as the heat of her pussy ground down on his engorged cock. He didn't intend to give her the picture frame treatment -- nail her to the wall -- when there was a perfectly good horizontal surface in the next room. He had just enough brain cells still functioning to appreciate the irony of taking her down against the very bar they had sparred over.

Rick laid Catherine down atop the length of dusty oak, taking care to cushion her head with his hand. He paused just a moment to appreciate the visual feast she presented with her dark hair fanned out wildly around her head, skirt hiked up around her thighs, legs sprawled, although still wearing those wicked high heels. He felt like throwing back his head in a roar of triumph.

"Last chance, darlin'. If you don't want this, say so now, because I can't wait another second to be inside you. And once I get there, I plan to stick around a while."

The look she gave him was a little dazed, her voice breathless. "Then what are you waiting for? Because I can't wait either." And with that, the last of his brain's blood supply fled south.

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