Page 72 of Riding the High

“Hmmm?” I tip my forehead to hers and kiss her lips. We’re both covered in a veil of sweat.

“Did we just officially become best-friends close?” she jokes breathlessly.

“I’d say we just became closer than best-friends close.”

I kiss her again, because I can’t fucking get enough of her lips on mine.

“And that is what exactly?” she asks with the cutest little smile.

“You-and-meclose, Vixen, you-and-me close.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Cole

60 days to go

Idon’t know how long I’ve been sitting here in just my boxers. Since sometime around four a.m. maybe? I woke up in a cold sweat thinking that Ginger and Mabes were on that boat and never came back. That’s when I felt her warm foot against my calf, and I settled back down to earth.

But I haven’t been able to get back to sleep. I can’t stop thinking that all those years of denying myself, growing closer to Ginger as a friend, were worth the wait. Sex with a connection is totally foreign to me. But now that I’ve had it, nothing will ever compare. Ginger may be my friend, but I’m pretty sure she is quickly becoming my obsession too. I couldn’t even make it through a shower that was meant to clean her up without taking her again last night. I’m convinced she was put on this earth to entice me to the point of insanity.

I can’t stop whatever this is between us. I don’t have the strength anymore. But, at the same time, I can’t expect more fromher. Even when the election is over and my probation passes, my life is a package deal, and I have no idea if Ginger is ready for that.

As the sun comes up and peeks through the blinds, settlingagainst the naked expanse of Ginger’s back, I’m aware that nothing will ever be the same between us again. I take in the tiny little sun and moon tattoo under her left shoulder blade, and listen to the little hums she makes in her sleep. I wonder if it’s me she’s dreaming of. I know Iwantto be the man she dreams about.

Her phone buzzes for the tenth time on my nightstand. I ignore it and make my way over to her as she stirs. I stare down at her from my full height, taking in every part of her: the perfect shape of her eyebrows, her long lashes, the singular freckle on her earlobe. Her perfectly straight, slightly upturned nose and the exaggerated groove between her nose and mouth.

My gaze settles on her lips and I reach down to my cock and adjust. It’s been all of five hours since I was last inside her and I am fucking desperate for her already. Her eyes flutter open and I smile. She has both hands stretched out as she watches me lazily for a beat before a small smirk plays on her lips as she fully wakes. She says nothing but pulls the blanket down further to entice me. I take in the way her waist leads to those full hips, the ones I am going to spend hours gripping while I take her every goddamn way I can. The space alongside her hip bone is like a beacon for my grasp as I slide the back of my knuckle over her shoulder, all the way down to just under her ribcage, her skin so soft it electrifies me.

She shudders and moans softly, her gaze drinking me in. I ghost her nipple with my knuckle. Her pretty mouth is so close and, as luck would have it, my bed is the perfect height. All she’d have to do is open up and I could slide right in.

The idea has me reaching into my boxers and pulling my hard cock out, spitting into my palm and swiping the pre-cum that leaks there off the tip with my thumb. I groan as I stroke my cock over her face, not understanding why or how she has this control over me. And not giving a fuck either.

The need to touch her as I touch myself takes over so I roll her hardened nipple between my thumb and finger.

In true Ginger fashion, she props herself right up on her elbow, her mouth inches from my dick, settling in like she’s watching a fucking Broadway show.

“Well, good morning to you too,” she says with that fucking smile, the one I want to fuck right off her face.

“It’s about to be,” I say with a grin of my own.

“Oh yeah?” she asks, one eyebrow raised. “How so?”

“You can slide those pretty lips just a little closer,”

“Oh no, not yet, Law Daddy, I think I’d like to watch this show for a little longer,” she retorts with a hazy glimmer in her eyes, licking her lips as she watches me slowly run my hand over my cock.

“You’re a bossy little brat in the morning,” I say. The way her eyes feast on the sight of me tells me I’m right and only makes me harder.

“You have no idea.” She inches closer to me as she slides her own hand down her center. “Spit on your cock and fuck your hand for me, Cole.”

Jesus fucking—

“Christwoman,” I say, but can’t help but follow her orders. I tip my chin down and do what she says. Spit lands on the head of my cock and I use my palm to glide it over my shaft as Ginger moans, watching every movement.

“I fucking love it.” Her words sound like a moan.

“So you like to watch, do you?” I query. Her naked body before me in the morning sun is almost too much.

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