Page 31 of Hard Ride

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“Break it to Van that we had sex?”Ollie winced.“I will, as long as it’s from more than an arm’s length away.”

Kyra chuckled at that.“Smart.But no, I mean, who’s going to tell him that we talked about getting it on with him while we fucked?”

“In that case, I think he’d take it better coming from you.”Ollie rubbed his eyes, then let his hands fall.“Was that weird?It probably was.Sorry.”

“I think I brought it up.”Kyra smiled sheepishly.“So if it was, I take the blame.But no, Ollie, nothing about this feels wrong to me.It feels natural and…wonderful.”

“To me too.”He squeezed her, sighing when she nuzzled his chin and settled against his chest.

Kyra drew the fluffy duvet over them and snuggled up against Ollie’s side.Though he didn’t have Van’s bulk, his honed muscles were impossible to miss.He had zero body fat, though he didn’t seem to mind hers.His fingers tested her hips and ran over her curves as they idly traveled across her.

Kyra laid her head on his chest and listened to him breathing as his heart settled down.She could swear it was beating in sync with her own.

Ollie was a world-class cuddler.Nestled in his bed, with the wintry mix tapping a steady beat above them, she drifted off.It was easy to dismiss the real reason she’d come back to Hot Rides and pretend that they were forging a genuine and lasting bond.Those were dangerous thoughts.Still, she couldn’t help but dream about what could be.

Kyra sighed while Ollie stroked her hair and drew a figure eight on her back and shoulders.Being with him was easy and so damn satisfying, she wasn’t sure she would ever get tired of playing around with him.

He kissed her temple, burrowed into his pillows, then held her close.

They must have dozed, intertwined, for quite a while because the next thing Kyra knew, Devra was banging on the side of the campervan.“Hurry up!Open the door.This dish is heavy, and hot.Kind of like it sounded you two were earlier.”

Ah, shit.There was no point in pretending she was wrong.Besides, Kyra’s stomach rumbled.

She scooted out of Ollie’s bed and threw one of his soft, worn henleys on.Even though she thought of him as short compared to Van and the rest of the Hot Rides, it still hung nearly to her knees.She jogged the couple of steps to the side door of the camper van as Ollie sat up and stretched.His hair was adorably mussed and he seemed even more out of it than she felt.

When she opened the sliding panel, and Devra popped inside—carrying something that smelled incredible—Kyra glanced at Ollie, who shook his head like a dog emerging from a lake.He scrubbed his knuckles over his eyes then realized he was on full display to not only her but Devra as well.

“Ah, shit.Sorry.”He grabbed a pillow and held it over his lap.

“Don’t be on my account.”Devra grinned.“You’re pretty sexy when you’re worn out.”

He chuckled bashfully, then said, “Thanks.I think.”

“Are you ready for Trevon and Quinn to help me bring in the rest?”Devra asked them both.

“The rest?”Kyra glanced at her friend, then at Ollie.“This is a ton of food!”

“The guys are hoping there will be leftovers when you’re finished.”Devra chuckled.“There’s plenty more coming.You two sit back and let us bring you a romantic dinner in bed.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever had that experience before, but I’m open to any number of firsts.”Kyra winked over her shoulder at Ollie, who was quick to laugh as always.

He smirked as he patted the bed beside him.“Who are we to let her hard work go unappreciated?Amiright?”

“Absolutely!”Kyra dashed past Mr.Prickles’ cage and sprang onto the bed, worming until she was sitting crisscross applesauce in front of him, carefully tucking his shirt between her legs.

“If that shirt wasn’t already my favorite, it would be now.”He leaned in and dropped an easy, familiar kiss on her lips as he fussed with the collar.

It felt kind of weird to let Devra, Quinn, and Trevon set up the campervan.With all five of them in the limited space, there wouldn’t have been room for her or Ollie to help even if they’d been banned from doing so.In no time, trays of appetizers, covered dishes holding entrees, and a tiered stand dotted with mini desserts had been set out on the bed and the kitchenette counter, all within reach of her and Ollie.

There was even a tiny bowl with the odds and ends of some vegetables for Mr.Prickles.

In addition, Devra set out several chrysanthemums in full bloom, a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket, and began to scatter buttery yellow candles in mason jars on the remaining counter space.Ollie tensed visibly.

“You okay?”Kyra asked softly, putting her hand on the bunched muscles of his thigh.

“Uh, yeah.I just…” When Devra went to light the candles, he flinched.

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