Page 3 of Easy Rider
I poke my head into the room and quickly cock it back, just missing a stray punch. Then my heart stops.
I do a double take.
Is that...?
Well, I’ll be a lucky son of a bitch.If that isn’t Emma Lockhart. I had a feeling she’d come back. Bells and whistles go off like I’ve won the fifty-million-dollar jackpot. And of course, my dick lurches for her, wanting a piece of the action.Ding-ding-ding.
My chest tightens and my blood heats as I feast on the way Emma’s T-shirt clings to her superb, more-than-a-mouthful tits. And that ass—those jeans are hugging it just right.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve jacked off to the image of her since that night we screwed until sun-up. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth, her smell, her skin. How tight her sweet little cunt is when it’s clamped around my thick cock, milking me dry.
Emma’s a petite little thing, but, man, did she ride me hard. And it wasn’t the usual kind of fucking either. It was every-which-way-to-Sunday fucking. Bonding-for-life fucking. I-want-to-make-you-pregnant fucking. Fucking likeyou’re-mine-foreverfucking.
She hightailed it back to Dallas the next day, and I haven’t seen or heard from her since.
I snap out of the thought as a chair comes barreling across the room, legs first, flying straight at Emma. Protective rage roars through my veins, and I charge for her just as she turns.
Emma’s sapphire eyes blaze into mine, cutting across the three-yard distance, slicing through time. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The dim light casts golden shadows around her blonde hair, making her look like an angel.
I rush to her, throwing my hand up to block the chair from crashing into her head. Emma gasps, as if she can’t believe it’s me. Her cheeks flush pink, and she licks her luscious lips as if to say something, or kiss me—I don’t know which, but there’s no time for either.
I wrap my arm around her tiny waist and turn, so her tits are against my chest. And fuck if she isn’t that same perfect fit. She smells like vanilla and plum and fucking under the stars. Holding her is a goddamn religious experience. Keeping my other arm up to shield her, I carry Emma around the corner to the hall, away from the commotion. With her back against the wall, I shelter her with my body.
“Oh my God, you’re here.” Emma’s whole face lights up. She must be trying to kill me with that smile. And by the way she’s looking at me, eyes smoldering and throwing off sparks, she’s enjoying it.
“At your service, darlin’.”
She gives me a throaty laugh as the corner of her lip turns up in a sexy half-smile. And goddamn, that one little move starts a fire that makes my balls twitch with the need to fuck the hell out of her. I could haul her out back and claim her right this fucking second. My big dick will have her screaming my name and pumped full of cum in no time.
Christ, I can’t think straight.
In the split of an instant, we’re back in time and haven’t missed a beat.
She’d probably bolt if I kissed her. And would fly back to Dallas faster than you can say “adios” if I fucked her against the wall like I want to. I need to go slow with her this time.
“Where are you staying?”Why aren’t you staying with me so I can kiss and drill you twenty-four-seven?“When did you get in?”Why wasn’t I your first fucking call?
Emma sends me a sly grin. “I’m staying at Misty’s. She picked me up at the airport a few hours ago.” She bites her bottom lip, making it hard to goddamn concentrate. “Thought we’d check out one of the many charms of this small town.”
“Good to know you still think I’m charming,” I say, taking in every square inch of her delicate features. She has the most perfect nose. Straight and elegant, regal, like a princess. Which is pretty funny considering I just pulled her out of bar brawl. She’s such a spitfire.
Getting up on tiptoe, she inches closer to my mouth. Oh, don’t get me started on that mouth of hers. Lord have mercy, how I’ve missed kissing those full lips. Emma closes the distance between us. We’re breath on breath, breathing the same air, and my cock is so hard it hurts.
And I’m a little surprised she’s making the first move, but I’m sure as hell not complaining. “Thanks for the lift, cowboy,” she says, running her hands from my shoulders and slowly down my arms, then wiggling out of my hold.
Oh, she thinks she’s playing hard to get, but I see the excitement flash in her eyes and practically hear her heartbeat playing ping pong. She’sachingfor me to fuck her.
“You could’ve gotten hurt in there.”
“Luckily you were there to save me.”
I bend down, bringing my lips so close to her ear I’m touching her silky hair with my nose and smelling her vanilla shampoo. My dick pulses against my jeans, anxious to get out and say hi to the pussy he remembers so well. “And you alreadyknowhow much more I can do.”
She pretends she doesn’t hear, which is odd. Last time she was practically ripping my clothes off by now. I glance at her left hand. If she’s gotten married in the last eight months, she’s not wearing a ring.
“I didn’t expect it to go sideways so fast,” Emma sputters, poking her head around the corner, where Travis and a couple of bouncers are breaking up the fight. “I was only trying to get Cletus off of Marguerite, and no one else was helping her.”
I try not to think of that asshole inbred anywhere near Emma. “And exactly how were you going to do that?”
