Page 41 of Riding Danger

It took her a few minutes to arrange the weights on each end of the bar. While the bar was lighter than what I used, it was still heavier than I’d expected. I knew Shi was fit and strong, she needed to be to do her job. Yet, it still surprised me to see her in action.

She stood in front of me at the bar. I was close enough to grab the ponytail peeking through the back of her baseball cap if I wanted to. And, fuck, did I want to.

Slowly, she lifted the bar and held it at the correct height. I moved a step forward, as she squatted down slightly, pushing that magnificent ass toward me. I couldn’t resist, I took another step toward her. We were close enough she could feel my breath at her neck. She did another squat with the bar and I moved even closer. As she squatted down, her ass brushed up against the front of my hips. My erection was not something she could ignore.

“Ryder. I need to concentrate.”

At the strain in her voice, my hands shot up to the bar in case she needed it. “I’ve got you, babe.”

But I never stepped back. Over and over, I allowed her to brush up against me. And the harder I got, the more motivated she got. When she finished her set, my lips dropped to the soft patch of skin below her ear.

Her low whimper spurred me on as her back melted into my chest. My hands stroked her skin, making its way up her ribs until I could force up her sports bra. My lips moved from the back of her ear to her shoulder. I pinched her pebbled nipples between my thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a whimper. “Fuck, Ryder.”

“In a moment, babe.” I had no doubt what she wanted, what both of us needed but I was not rushing anything. “Last time you took what you needed. This time, I’m the one in control.”

I removed one hand from her breast so I could angle her face toward me. My lips meshed with hers and our tongues tangled. Kissing Shiloh was still the most addicting thing I’d known. And I was a musician, I knew about vices.

My hand moved down her neck and back over her ribs, then a hip. I pushed down into those impossibly tight shorts. My dick twitched and my lips paused. “You’re not wearing panties.”

“How observant.”

She spun around and dropped to her knees. I knew what she wanted, but I was not about to let her have all the fun.

“Nah-ah, babe.” I joined her on the floor mat. “If you have your mouth on me then I want my mouth on you. Take off those shorts.”

That small smile and the narrowing of her eyes turned me on even more.

I loved that she took my commands so easily. In a matter of moments we were both naked and ready. My cock was like abeacon in front of me. I pulled one of the yoga mats from the stack and was on my back before I crooked my finger at her. “Sit on my face, while you suck my cock.”

Yeah, my girl could be compliant when there was an impending orgasm involved. Although, if I played my cards right, she would have several.

With my hands full of ass cheek, I licked her from hole to clit, savoring the noises she made as her lips closed over my cock. I couldn’t help my growl as my tongue toyed with that little bundle of nerves. When I pushed a finger into her, twisting around until I found just the right spot, I was rewarded with the most erotic vibrations from her throat. At first, I thought of repositioning us and fucking her until we were both boneless. But then thought better of it. We were exactly where we needed to be. I doubled my efforts and moved my fingers and tongue in unison.

Shiloh lifted her mouth off me and screamed out her orgasm, and the only thing I regretted was not being able to see her face as she came.

That was quickly fixed. As soon as she came down from that high, I flipped us over, spun around and pushed my cock into her. I quickly found my rhythm as I pushed in and out of her. The scent of sweat and sex permeated the air and the sound of our bodies slapping together spurred me on. Faster and faster I moved, hitting deep inside her.

“Feel that, babe.” I hardly recognized my own voice. “Feel what you do to me.”

“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her hands gripped my arms, nails digging into me. “Fuck, Ry, yes. I’m coming again.”

Her pussy clenched, and her back arched, the image burnt into my mind forever. She had me in such a vise grip, I had no choice. The ecstasy of being surrounded by her, all of her, mybody went rigid as I let out a loud growl and followed her over the edge.

It was only once we had both collapsed onto the mat, panting, that I spoke. “I think I’m falling for you.”

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SHILOH

Ithink I’m falling for you.

Who the hell said things like that. Granted, I only had two semi-serious relationships over the last decade. Serious—meaning they got close enough to meet Ethan. And in neither of those were there any sort of post-coital declarations. Ryder and I had had sex exactly two times, and he’d made two declarations.

I knew I should know better. I was aware that post-orgasm ramblings were never cast in stone. Still, I could not help the unexpected hope that filled my chest. But what exactly was I hoping for?

Neither of us had gotten much of a workout after that. We’d basically packed up, cleaned up and left, hoping for another round at his place. I had used Maggie dropping Ethan off as an excuse not to talk about what was happening between us. There was no denying I was afraid of history repeating itself.

While I believed that Ryder would never break Ethan’s heart by leaving, I did think that announcing to him that we were sort of kind of together was a mistake. I mean, we weren’t really ina relationship. Were we? We’d had sex. Twice. We spent all our free time together. Even when Ethan was not with us.

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