Page 66 of Riding Danger

Again and again she repeated the motion. I took one hand from her hips and used it to undo the stringy straps at her shoulders. Pulling down the top of the dress, I exposed her perfect breasts. I took one pink nipple into my mouth and bit down lightly. The effect had her tightening so hard around me, I would be coming far too soon if I was not careful.

I could feel her walls clenching around me as her pace increased. As she threw her head back, tits bouncing as she fell over the edge, I swore I had never seen anything more beautiful. As she came down, I stood and pulled her off me and spun her around.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I didn’t need to be naked, but it made it easier for me to watch as I entered her.

“Fuck, babe, seeing my cock covered in your juices is such a turn on.”

“Then fuck me, Ryder. Please.”

The last thing I wanted was for her to beg me. “It will be my pleasure, my love.”

I wasn’t slow. She didn’t need me to be, instead I hammered into her like it was the only thing on the planet that mattered.

In and out I pushed, enjoying every second of the show her pussy provided. “Touch yourself, Shi. I want you to come on my cock once more.” The one place Shiloh always followed instructions was in the bedroom. Or the dining room, or the kitchen counter. Whenever we made love, she handed control to me.

I could feel her finger brush up against my cock as she toyed with herself. “Fuck yes, babe.”

“Ryder.”

I continued to pound into her, savoring the feel of the finger against me. “Get there Shi, I’m fucking close.” I moved harder into her. “Now babe, come fucking now.”

She immediately tightened around my cock. The action triggered my own release. My muscles stiffened and my body went rigid. All I could do was roar her name. “Shiloh.”

We stood there bent over the table for longer than we should have. Our heavy breaths mingling, the mixture of both our releases running down her thighs.

It wasn’t until we heard a horn blaring and a car pull up outside that we moved. Maggie had started that habit since I was home and Shiloh had taken a few days off to take care of me. I think she knew we might need a warning that little eyes were about to walk into the house.

Both of us sprang into action. Shiloh grabbed the top of her dress and covered her breasts “That’s Maggie dropping Ethan off.”

I pulled my sweats and boxers back up my legs and grabbed my Tshirt off the floor. “You go clean up, I’ll deal with him. We’ll do homework and he and I can make breakfast for dinner.”

That was one of things which had changed over the last few days. Shiloh had relinquished some control around the house as well. She knew I was no prize cook, and allowed me to do what I was comfortable with in the kitchen. I was also on the school pick up list for all the kids. Not that I’d had a chance to use it. But soon.

Ethan walked in through the door and frowned. “You look like you’ve been in the gym”

“What do you mean?”

“Your face is all red and you’re sweating a little.”

“Nah, it's probably just a little warm.”

“Dad, it’s January, nowhere’s warm.”

Time to change the subject. “Your mom agreed that if you get homework done in time, you and I can make breakfast for supper.”

My son’s eyes lit up. “I love it when Mom is in a good mood.”

Me too, kid, me too.

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SHILOH

The pinkish scars on his back were healing. Those were the only relics of the worst twenty-four hours of my life. Both of us still had nightmares of that time. Thankfully, most of it happened when Ethan was asleep, and we were able to wash over the full truth. He knew his dad was in hospital, but it didn’t haunt him.

Not like it did me. I still had trouble letting Ryder take out the trash. He’d reminded me often enough that he did very little around the house anyway, and he wouldn’t let some psycho bitch take away the one thing all men of the house were expected to do.

He knew his argument was ridiculous. But it made his point. If we let the fear rule us, then she would win. As it was, Valerie wasn’t winning anything. While she had been very meticulous about wearing gloves and a hair cap, what she didn’t take into consideration was that her fingerprints were on the inside of the latex gloves and her hair was on the inside of the cap. Apparently, the Mexican police were very happy to hand over the evidence.

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