Page 14 of Easy Rider
He gasps, and the sound scorches me. “I love kissing you,” he says hoarsely. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me until we’re a frenzy of grunts and groans.
And oh, God. Take me. I’m yours.
My pussy is pulsing for his cock, his fingers, the bulge in his jeans, anything and everything. I can’t even feel my feet. “You taste like candy,” he husks against my lips, slipping his rough hands under my dress and between my thighs.
“Yes,” I moan, spreading my legs, dying for those big calloused fingers to reach into my sopping panties. I can’t wait. I grapple with his belt buckle. Fuck it. I want this man, now.
A loud cough comes from behind. I jump, but Ryder holds me close, protectively hugging me against his chest.
We turn to the sound. And I see the cowboys from the corral earlier. I think they’re the same ones, two black hats, one white.
One of them is stroking his beard and looking away uncomfortably.
Chapter Seven
If those ranch handshadn’t interrupted us, I’m sure I would’ve jumped Ryder and we would’ve fucked right there in the dirt in that barn, or... who knows where we would’ve ended up?
And now that I think about it, as I much as I didn’t want to admit it, there was a part of me, buried deep down, that knew I’d make my way back to Ryder somehow. The second I agreed to fly back to West Palomino and help my dad, something inside my beat-up, wounded little heart ignited.
Just how I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him when I watched him working that horse today.
And now. I don’t know what will happen when I walk through those doors. He’s the only man I’ve been with since being dumped.
After we left the barn, Ryder drove me back to my car. But Stew was there in the parking lot, with his wife and son helping him to his car. Ryder asked me to come to his place tonight, but I wouldn’t.
The little voice in the back of my mind kept warning me that I was heading for another fall. If I thought recovering from Mac’s epic public let-down was bad, I can’t even imagine picking myself up and brushing myself off after Ryder. The closer I get to him, the harder it will be.
I’m obviously not thinking straight. If I knew what was good for me, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet Ryder for a drink tonight.
Even now, I’m hedging, holding on to the thread that I can turn this cocktail meeting into a professional matter. I even brought paperwork for him to look over. But I know damn well I’m walking into the fire.
It’s dark out here in the back lot behind Boondocks. Really dark, as in pitch black with no lighting to speak of, as in zero. And it’s making my skin crawl. The thick tree canopy even blocks the light from the moon. I pull up and park in the only place I can find. I’m in the far corner, with a dense, creepy forest in front of me. I take a deep breath for courage, grab my purse, and get out of the car.
I should’ve brought a jacket. The temperature must’ve dropped twenty degrees as soon as the sun went down. My boots click quickly over the rough asphalt. I keep my eyes peeled around me and hurry to the side alley. I wish I was already out in front, where at least the light from Boondocks’ garish red and yellow neon sign illuminates the entrance.
A lick of fear like an icy wind trickles up my neck. I spin, checking to see if I’m being followed.
