Page 10 of Hard Ride

Kyra nodded.

“That changes now.Today.”He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, mentally promising them both he’d never deny them this again.“I’m sorry, Kyra.”

She reached for him then, shoving his hands away so she could wrap her fingers around his length now that he’d given them both permission.Her touch nearly made him erupt.Though some dirty part of his mind loved the thought of her glazed with his come, he had bigger, better plans for that moment.

Van smiled wickedly down at Kyra.“If you want my cock, put it in you.”

“The question has never been whetherIwantyou.”She hesitated, then muttered, “You bastard.”

He stared at her in shock.“If you want to see precisely how much I’ve been dying for you, go ahead.Put me inside you so I can show you.”

Kyra stared straight at him as she aimed his cock at her opening and tugged, drawing him closer.

The moment his dick collided with her pussy, he felt the contact throughout his entire being.Her heat and the welcome of her body made him lose his mind.He fell forward, supporting himself on his palms, which planted themselves on either side of her head so as not to crush her, then slid home.

Or at least he attempted to.It took several passes, plunging deeper on each one, before Kyra could take all of him.He didn’t dare hold back or give her less than everything he had because he knew she’d see that as an insult.

So he dipped his head and took her lips as he began to move, hoping he wasn’t causing her discomfort when he began to pump his cock into her.

She encouraged him by raking her hands with their short, neat nails down his back, digging in when she reached his ass.Her pussy gloved him to perfection, whiting out rational thought and leaving him to pure instinct.

So Van did as she directed.He plowed into her, shaking the entire bunk with the momentum of his thrusts.He fucked Kyra relentlessly, with years of pent-up lust and longing.She met him stroke for stroke, the percussive slap of their bodies coming together reminding him of the rhythms she set for the band.The reverberations rang like thunder in his ears.

Or maybe that was the sound a bunk made as its bolts ripped out of a bus wall.

Because next thing he knew, they were falling.Together.

He rolled, taking the brunt of the impact as they dumped out onto the floor of the bus three feet below.Unfazed, Kyra threw her head back.She looked like a goddess as she laughed, never once faltering in her motions.She swung her hips over him, riding him to the tempo they’d set.

Seeing her like that, rising over him and taking what they’d both craved for so damn long, Van couldn’t hold back.He growled her name, whether in warning or triumph, he couldn’t say.

Kyra bit her lip and nodded.“I’m there too.Come with me this time, Van.Please.”

It was that single tiny word that did him in.

She wasn’t the sort of woman to beg for anything.And when she broke and did it, he wasn’t about to make her ask twice.

Van clasped her hips and fucked up into her as deep as he could go.He thrust several times before she froze and compressed around him, screaming his name.He roared hers as his orgasm ripped through him, triggering his release.

He poured himself inside of her, flooding her with every drop of his ecstasy.

It went on for so long that when his climax ended, and they quieted, the hush rang in his ears.

Kyra flopped onto his chest, her forehead resting on his collarbone as she struggled to catch her breath.He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close to his heart as he could.It felt so right.Nearly perfect.He never wanted to let go.

They might have had to talk about what had happened and decide how to move on from there.He wasn’t sure about that part now, since he’d planned to iron out all those wrinkles before sleeping with her.Except right then a beep came from the front of the bus.It was the sound of the digital keypad being unlocked.Someone was about to come onboard.

Kyra’s eyes widened.She bolted to her feet—making him pound the floor as their bodies separated too soon and too abruptly for his liking—grabbed her pants from the wreckage of her bed, then dashed for the bathroom, locking herself inside.Van was standing there, his semi-hard dick hanging out, still wet with the proof of Kyra’s pleasure.He put his back to the door, trying to zip up without slicing his junk off when Kason, Jordan, and Wren entered the corridor, heading for their bedroom at the back of the bus.

Situating himself, barely in time, Van spun around so they hopefully wouldn’t notice the scratches on his back, which stung despite the air-conditioning washing over them, now that the glow of his orgasm was wearing off.

“Hey Van,” Kason called as the steady thump of his crutches came nearer.“What’re you doing?Sleeping during the day?That’s not like you.”

Yeah, Van was notorious for his no-napping stance.It was many of the things he and Kyra had in common.Even on long road trips, he’d rather stare out the window than be unconscious.Sleeping felt like a waste to him.Though he definitely would have preferred to be wrapped around Kyra in a nice soft bed right then.

“Uh, no.I heard something and came to see what was going on in here.”Van had no way to explain his lack of a shirt or the destruction he’d caused.

Wren’s gaze lasered on his chest.He tried not to look, but when he glanced down, the clear red marks Kyra had given him with her teeth and nails stood out like a neon sign advertising what they’d been up to.

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