Page 24 of Joy Ride
I grip her hips and thrust up, guiding her as we ride, finding our frantic rhythm. The truck fills with sighs, moans, and sex. My balls clench and tighten, dying to explode and fill her. I have to grit my teeth to hold back, but watching Jolene come while riding me is my favorite thing to do on this planet.
She bites her bottom lip, rocking her hips faster, groaning and mewling those sexy sounds she makes. “Come all over my cock, baby,” I hiss. “Let me watch you fuck me while you come.”
Her hungry eyes sear into mine as she bears down and shudders, bucking against me, raking her clit up and down over my slick, hard dick. I grasp her ass, guide her up and down, and find her clit with my thumb. She yelps and groans while I make tight circles over her slippery nub with my finger.
“Oh fuck,” she says and shakes; the sound of her need echoes through my blood stream.
I growl, on the verge of no return, and thrust up, mercilessly rutting into her like an animal starved for his mate. Her hands grip my shoulders, her tits shake with every push. We desperately find each other’s lips and kiss and pant, fucking each other in a frenzy.
“Oh!” she squeals, starting to break apart.
With my hand on her ass cheeks, I knead her, spreading her wider and keep thrusting until we both unravel. She clamps and spasms around me as I bury myself deeper, spurting my hot seed deep insidemywoman. My new home. My new life.
Somehow, we manage to pry ourselves off each other and get toSlo Mo’s without me pulling over again for another round. We run into the deli, grab a few gallons of milk, and drive back to Chase and Lexi’s.
After I turn off the ignition, I rush to open her door and stop myself from kissing her against the car the way I want to. For good measure, I shove my hands in my pockets to keep them out of trouble.
“I hope you realize not touching you is fucking torture. I can’t stand this,” I say.
“Well don’t die on me, because I have big plans for you tonight, cowboy,” she sends me a sly, sexy little grin.
We both bite back smiles and straighten our shoulders before we open the door and enter the house, which is now complete mayhem. The kids are tearing around the living room like tiny maniacs.
“It’s probably the chocolate and all that sugar,” Jolene explains. I chuckle, dodging Shane Jr.’s pointy pint-sized elbow. “They tore into those stockings the second they woke up and have been flying high ever since,” Jolene yells over the shrieks.
We make it into the kitchen without a scratch, and Lexi gives us a hug for going to the store, like it was a monumental task. She pours the milk into a production line row of sippy cups and instructs the kids to settle down and come to the table. I snag the chair across from Jolene, so I can stare at her pretty face in the candlelight.
The racket doesn’t bother me at all. It isn’t anything I haven’t seen or have my ears split by before. Being with the West clan is as easy as breathing. We all have so much in common at this point, they’re like family.
Chase and Lexi load the plates, and we all pass them down the table, but Jolene has her own agenda. She must have kicked off her shoes because she’s driving me crazy running her foot up and down my leg.
No one at the table seems to notice that we’re in our own world, but one touch from her drives me insane and she knows it. I bite my tongue every time her little foot brushes against me, and somehow, we keep our game of footsie a secret through dinner and dessert.
But it becomes almost impossible not to touch her when we file into the family room to watch Christmas movies. Jolene sneaks into the seat beside me and glides her hands up my thigh as soon as Lexi dims the lights. And it’s fucking go-time.
We washed up as best we could from our sexcapade in the car, but I can still smell her on my clothes. That scent makes me crave everything wild and wicked. She’s turning me into a goddamned caveman, and I’m not complaining. I’ve never been with a virgin before, and for whatever reason, I thought she’d be shy and want to take things slow sexually but hell no. Not Jolene West. It’s like I literally turned her on, and she doesn’t have an off switch. Again, not complaining, it only solidifies what I already know.
Jolene was made for me.
And it isn’t only her body I’m crazy about— It’s her heart. The way she puts family first. The way her eyes light up whenever she’s around her nieces and nephews. The way I know she’d make a great mother to our children and be the perfect wife for me.
By around nine, Ryder, Emma, Shane, and Brooke round up their exhausted kids and say goodnight. They don’t have far to drive because they share Chase’s massive ranch. Their homes are only a few minutes’ drive away, even faster on horseback. William and Jenny don’t live far either and rustle up their little ankle biters, and everyone left stands at the door and waves goodbye as it starts snowing again.
Chase closes the door and turns back to me. “You know, there’s no need for you to drive home tonight. It’s been a long day. What do you say we put you up in one of our cottages?”
I sneak a glance at Jolene, who’s trying not to grin. She’s on board with this idea. “I appreciate your hospitality, Chase. That sounds about perfect.”
“Then it’s settled.” He slaps my back. “After I tuck the kids in, we’ll have a nice, quiet drink by the fire.” Chase sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me tell you, I’m beat. I spent all night putting together that dollhouse for Shenandoah. Why they have to make those things so damn complicated, I have no idea.” He laughs as he goes to round up the kids while Jolene and I head back to the kitchen.
The moment we’re alone, Jolene seductively licks her lips. I’m so fucking ready for her again after her squeezing my thigh, and taunting me with her fingers so close to my hard on through the whole damn Christmas movie. I grin at her mischievously with a million dirty as fuck thoughts running through my head. She has no idea I’m tempted to let the cat out of the bag, throw her over my shoulder, and screw her brains out on the counter.
Lexi strolls in, carrying what’s left of the pumpkin pie from the dining room. “Why don’t you two have another slice while I help Chase with the kids?”
“Thanks. Don’t mind if I do.” I lie. The only thing I’m craving a taste of is Jolene’s cream. The second Lexi clears the room, Jolene sidles up next to me and bumps me with her hip.
“Sleepover tonight?” She giggles. “I’m in the first cottage on the right.”
Lexi surprises us by popping back into the kitchen, which makes Jolene jump away from me. “Just needed a little water for Jack,” Lexi explains to Jolene, studying her for a heartbeat. Then she slowly turns her gaze on me. “You sure you haven’t met before? You two get along like two peas in a pod.”
