Page 27 of Hard Ride

Ollie retreated a few steps.“Yeah, me either.”

He combed his fingers through his wavy hair as he stared at the ceiling and blew out a deep breath.

“Really?Are you sure?Because I was going to say…” Kyra knew that once she admitted it, she couldn’t take it back.It would be right there, between them, changing everything.

“What?”He cut his stare to her.

“Yes.I was going to say yes, it’s worth taking a gamble.”Kyra couldn’t help but think of the climaxes Van had pushed her to.They’d wrecked something inside her as surely as they had her bunk on the bus.“But if you don’t think so, then maybe you’ve never had good enough orgasms.”

Suddenly she wanted very much to obliterate Ollie’s past experiences and the limits of what he’d thought was possible.

Had anyone ever done that for him?

Freezing rain interspersed with flurries pinged on the roof.It didn’t matter, it wouldn’t last long.The heat that began to radiate from them would melt it in an instant.If they didn’t do something about it soon, she was going to have to go outside naked to cool down.

Ollie wrapped his hands around her waist and boosted her onto his elevated bed, which allowed for storage and a spot to stow the refrigerator underneath.He was nimble and surprisingly aggressive as he followed her up, pressing her shoulders into the mattress.

Kyra fed off his energy, rolling and taking him to his back so she could straddle him.She planted her hands on his chest, feeling powerful and free in a way she hadn’t with Van, who nearly always overwhelmed her.

Leaning in, she murmured against Ollie’s lips, humming when his hands grabbed her ass and held her tight to his body so she couldn’t mistake the ridge of his arousal between her thighs.“Will you let me fix that for you?I mean, I know I’m only one woman, not two, but I’m very motivated…”

“One of you is enough.”He echoed her earlier sentiment and made her heart swell.

His irresistible blend of sweet and sexy nearly inspired her to run across the lawn and beg Devra or Wren to lend a hand in ravishing him.Except although Wren was openly poly, she was also in a committed relationship with Kason and Jordan, same as Devra was with Trevon and Quinn.

So Kyra would have to perform solo.

This time she sealed her mouth over his, taking full responsibility for what would happen because of their actions.Both in bed together, and out of it…after.

She wasn’t going to think about that.

Not then, when endorphins got her high on him.

Kyra hadn’t gotten her fill of him that night they’d been interrupted.She intended to make up for it.Her lips glided across his, making them both hold their breath as they stared into each other’s eyes.Ollie took the opportunity to run his hands upward.He tugged the open flannel shirt from her shoulders and dragged it down her arms, pinning them behind her for a moment or two before freeing her.

Then he was back, his fingers toying with the exposed skin of her lower back and his thumbs brushing above her hip bones and below the loose lower hem of her cropped tank.She shivered and moaned into his parted mouth.

Kissing him was easy.It wasn’t about power plays or proving something to each other.It was mutual joy and pure pleasure.Exactly what she needed.

If it was this good to taste him, to tease his tongue with hers and smile against his seeking mouth, she couldn’t wait to go further.

Kyra broke them apart barely long enough to rid herself of her tank and the pink satin bra she’d had on beneath it.Ollie flopped onto the bed, his expression one of awe and reverence.It pumped her confidence through the roof.His hands came up then, to cup her breasts, making her nipples tighten against his palms.

He held her, squeezed her, and toyed with the metal bars there until her eyes drifted shut.

So she didn’t see him lunge upward.

Ollie wrapped one arm around her waist then flipped her, making her laugh as she crashed into the pile of pillows he used to convert his bed into a recliner when he lounged there, as they had while watching videos in bed that morning.“Damn, Kyra.You’re gorgeous.I want to see all of you.Taste all of you.Take all of you.”

Oh.Okay, then.Her heart skipped a beat because she believed him.

Ollie wasn’t the kind of guy who’d say whatever it took to get in her pants.Besides, the raw truth in his appreciative gaze thawed her, making her melt.

She nodded, unable to say anything coherent.Especially when he dove between her thighs, tucked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, then tugged the button open with his teeth.He yanked, pulling them down fast enough that the cool air shocked her core.

He tossed the denim over his shoulder.It landed over Mr.Prickles’ cage.Probably for the best if the hedgehog didn’t see what they were about to do.

Then Kyra was left with only a scrap of pink lace separating her from Ollie.

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