Page 88 of Rough Ride

But then when she asked for what shereallywanted…

I hated games. I hated all the bullshit rules about dating, like how you needed to wait three days before calling someone. I preferred my women to be forward about what they wanted. I liked it when they were blunt, saying exactly what they meant.

So when she flat-out asked me to fuck her in the ass?

Goddamn, it was hot.

It made me forget all about the games she was playing with Johnny and Elijah.

I had never really been interested in anal sex. I wasn’tagainstthe act; it just wasn’t my preference.

But I was interested in doing whatever my partner wanted. That’s what made sex so great: feeding off each other. Their pleasure enhancing your own. So when I slid my dick in between the perfect globes of her ass, and she moaned like she was dying of ecstasy? When she gazed over her shoulder at me with all the lust in the world shining in those blue eyes?

Fuck. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

And the act itself was a lot more fun than I expected. Sophie’s pussy was goddamn heaven, but her ass was every bit as incredible.

I gazed down at her nude body. She was cuddled up against me, her cheek against my chest and one leg thrown over my thigh. She’d fallen asleep as soon as we’d both cleaned up in the bathroom. My own exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, but I didn’t allow myself to drift off. It felt too good having this hot little thing curled up against my body; I didn’t want to sacrifice a moment of it for sleep, no matter how tired I was.

She was definitely worth the wait, I decided. All those flirty smiles and secret glances at the gym and Billy Bob’s were like logs fueling a fire. If I had made a pass at her that first night she gave me the flier, we would have had a good time. A burning flame of passion.

But by waiting, allowing the fuel to collect until this exact moment, it raged in a bonfire instead.

Her eyelashes fluttered against my chest, a soft tickle. Then she twisted and looked up at me through lidded eyes. “How long was I sleeping?”

“About an hour.”

She smiled. “You fucked me into a deep sleep.”

“I was thinking it had more to do with sleeping in the jail waiting room,” I replied. “But I like fucking you to sleep more.”

“I liked it very much too,” she said, stretching her legs out. How could a woman have skin that smooth, that soft? “Well, go ahead and ask.”

I frowned. “Ask what?”

Her big, round eyes rolled up to meet mine. “Ask me if I really dated Chris Appleton.”

I let out a sigh. “Seems like I know the answer.”

Sophie rolled sideways until she was laying on her back next to me. She stared up at the ceiling and said, “I dated a guy for three years. It ended badly. A month later, Chris Appleton walks into Billy Bob’s. I was in a bad place, still reeling from the break-up. And this guy walks up to the bar and orders my favorite drink. A whiskey sour with a twist of lemon.” She laughed bitterly. “He didn’t hit on me, not at first. He walked away with his drink. But I watched him line dance, smiling and making friends with everyone. Women were throwing themselves at him. That’s when I discovered he was the guy who won the rodeo last year. So when he came back to the bar and asked for my phone number… how could Inotgive it to him?”

“Easy,” I replied. “You say no.”

She glared over at me. “Well yeah, I know thatnow.”

“Sorry,” I said, glancing down at her perfect nude body. “Go on.”

Sophie shrugged against the pillow. “Not much more to say. We went out. He swept me off my feet. He seemed soperfect, you know? He said he was moving to Fort Worth, and wanted a long-term relationship. He made me feel like… like I was special.”

She closed her eyes. “And then he ghosted me. Stopped answering his phone, stopped texting me back. I was afraid something bad had happened to him—I even contacted the police about it. They solved the mystery real quick by checking his Instagram: he had returned home to Montana.”

“What a bitch-ass move,” I said, feeling surprisingly angry about the whole thing. Stealing Sophie’s heart, making her think they had something real, and then dumping her like garbage… it made my blood boil. I realized I was clenching my hand into a fist, and forced myself to relax.

“I should have known,” Sophie groaned, covering her face with a pillow. “I was so stupid.”

I removed the pillow and tossed it across the room, then leaned over until I was staring down at her. “We’re all stupid when it comes to love.”

“Something tells me a man like you has never allowed his heart to lead the way,” she said.

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