Ride Wild (Raven Riders 3)

“You . . . really?” she asked, her eyes so wide and her face so damn pretty.

God, she didn’t get it, did she? Just how much she’d done to change his life . . . But he was going to make sure she did from here on out. “Really. I don’t know where we go or what we call it or how public we go with it, but there’s something here. And I want it. I want you.”

Chapter 16

Cora could hardly believe what she was hearing. She’d been so scared of what he’d think once he knew her horrible secret, and here, revealing the truth had brought her this . . . this chance.

“Except for that one terrible moment when I wished for it, I’ve been invisible my whole life. A father who didn’t want to be bothered with me. A mother who resented me and didn’t want me around. Teachers that didn’t believe I’d amount to anything because of where I was from.”

Slider shook his head. “I won’t let you feel that now. I see you, Cora. And I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

“Then don’t, Slider. Don’t stop.”

Urgent and deep, their kiss felt like a promise, an oath, a beginning. Cora climbed Slider until she straddled him, her body rising up over him, forcing him to recline against the back of the couch. Clutching his face, his scruff rough under her palms, she sucked his tongue into her mouth and ground her body against his. His fingers dug into her hips and his grip urged her to rub her core against the bulge of his cock. And God help her, she did. Shamelessly and frantically and breathlessly until she was gasping into his mouth and shaking.

“Fuck, Cora. I want inside you,” Slider rasped around the edge of a kiss. “Before you come, take my cock inside you.”

She fumbled with her jeans, giving a frustrated groan when she had to separate from him to take them off. Watching her strip from the waist down, he shoved his jeans to his knees. They both needed it too much to do more, and then she was climbing astride again, her heat to his hardness.

He didn’t ask her if she was sure, and she fell in love with him a little bit more.

She knew her mind and her heart and her body. What her father did took none of that away.

So Cora took Slider’s cock in her hand and centered herself over his long length. Looking him in the eye, she impaled herself on him, inch by maddening inch.

“Christ. Oh, Christ,” he said, fisting his hands at his sides like he didn’t want to demand what he needed. Or take it.

But she wasn’t having it. “Don’t hold back on me, Slider. Touch me and hold me and take me, but don’t hold back on me.”

Her words unleashed something in him, because his hands were on her ass again, strong fingertips digging into her soft flesh, and guiding her down until she’d taken everything he had to offer.

And then they were a frenzy of movement and emotion. Her riding him with abandon, him using his muscled thighs to hammer up into her. The slaps of their skin and their breaths and their strained curses were loud in the midnight room. She clutched at his shoulders, his chest, the edge of his club cut he still wore over his shirt, and the picture of her hand fisted around his cut shot a jolt of lust through his blood.

“Fucking me so good,” he growled, tearing her shirt off to kiss the mounds of her breasts.

He slid down on the couch, flattening himself under her. With one hand on her ass and the other firm on her belly, he forced her to rock back and forth on his cock, her clit grinding against his pubic bone on every thrust. And it shoved her right back to the edge again.

And then straight over it. “Slider,” she cried before the orgasm stole her breath, her thoughts, her very sanity. Her whole body shook with the force of it, until all she could do was brace against his chest and ride it out.

Slider didn’t let up one bit. He fucked her the whole way through it, drawing out her release and making the whole world spin. “That’s it, Cora,” he said. “That’s fucking it.”

Just at the moment her body started to calm, Slider flipped them over, her legs folded up between them, both of her ankles crossed near one shoulder. He was so deep inside her she didn’t think he would ever be able to find his way out, and she didn’t want him to. She could only moan at the overwhelming fullness and the devastating goodness of it.

His pace changed, his strokes shifting to hard, punctuated thrusts that rocked the couch and shoved Cora inch by inch toward the corner. She grasped at him and the cushions and pushed against the armrest. And once she was braced there, he combined those punctuated thrusts with rolling curls of his hips that made his cock hit places inside her she didn’t know she had. “Oh, my God, Slider. Oh, my God.”