Page 51 of Along for the Ride

“Get your hands off her,” Gentry says.

“She wants my hands on her. Isn’t that what this little come-to-Jesus meeting is about? Trying to make amends so we can all participate in a fucked-up circle jerk?” I release her hair with a sigh and meet Gentry’s eyes. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should try a little harder here. “I’m sorry I fucked your wife, Gentry. I’m sorry I testified against you. And I’m kinda sorry about shooting you in the foot.” I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Was that so fucking hard?” she asks as she sits beside me.

“I just find it funny that you think this will make a difference,” I say.

“Actually, I think it did. As mad as he is right now, he hasn’t turned you inside out yet.” She reaches out and places her hand on Gentry’s arm. “Now it’s your turn. You need to let go of the past, Gentry.”

“I can’t,” he says, a low, deflated growl leaving his lips as he sits beside her.

“Everyone here is being honest. I’m not your wife, and sharing me with Karson isn’t the same as the betrayal you experienced before.”

Gentry brushes his hair back. “You think I don’t know that?”

“Then try,” she says. “Try to let go of the past and the anger.”

He won’t even look at her as she speaks, and it’s enough to piss me off. I took a step forward by apologizing to his burly ass, and now it’s his turn. If he won’t take that step on his own, I’ll give him a fucking push.

I stand and rip down Leana’s jeans. Tension wracks Gentry’s body with every inch the fabric falls, and it’s wrecking him.

But at least he’s still sitting. At least he hasn’t killed me yet.

I drop the towel from my waist, leaving it in a bundle at my feet as I tug her toward the edge of the bed. My attention is glued to her, but her blue eyes are glued to Gentry, seeking his approval. I don’t think we’ll get it, but I’m not ready to give up yet.

My cock rests against her absolutely soaked cunt. Her little humping session left her a sloppy mess, and the proof glistens on her pale thighs.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, but the demand isn’t directed at me. She’s speaking to him.

He shakes his head but leans toward her, as if he’s drawn by a rope that she’s tightening around her little finger.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, sir.”

The moment she calls him sir, the entire expression on his face changes, morphing from cold and angry to something fucking starved. He leans into her and captures her mouth, his hand burrowing into her hair. God, it’s sweet. I’ve never seen Gentry look comfortable, but he looks at home when he’s touching her like that. That one word turned a giant fucking serial killer into a little puppy.

As sweet as it is, my cock twitches for her, and I’m willing to risk his wrath to sink inside her. I run the length of my dick along her slit, drawing my hips back until I’m lined up with her opening. I push into her, and she inhales Gentry’s breath as the barbells rake against her insides.

He stops kissing her, and the corners of his lips twitch. That’s a face I’ve seen too many times. He’s trying to stay in control. It’s a look that preludes the ultimate demolition of everything around him. It masks an untouchable anger that bubbles just beneath the surface until he rediscovers his control.

I still inside her. At this moment, we’re all in danger. That’s not me being a sarcastic asshole. Our lives literally teeter on the edge of a knife. Gentry is Zen as fuck for a serial killer. Centered as hell. Until he’s not. And when that happens, it’s fucking terrifying.

Her cunt squeezes around me, begging me to keep thrusting inside her, and all caution goes out the window. It feels too good to care. Too good to stop. If he wraps his hands around my throat and throttles the life from my body, I’ll happily die inside her. I push into her with a long, deep stroke, and a moan rolls across her tongue. That sound may seal my fate.

“I hate that I want this,” Gentry growls as he unbuttons his jeans and whips out his dick.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my brother’s junk, and I can’t figure out why his wife wanted me when she hadthatto fuck. Like everything else on him, it’s massive. Talk about insecurity inducing.

“Put her on her hands and knees,” Gentry says as he runs his hand up his dick.

I pull out of her, and her pussy clenches and tugs at me. I can hardly resist telling Gentry to fuck off, but Ireallydon’t want to ruin this kinky therapy session.

I use her hips to turn her onto her belly, then pull her ass toward my pelvis. She leans over Gentry’s lap, knowing exactly what she should do in this position. She takes him into her mouth, moaning on his cock as I push inside her, and she feels fucking incredible from behind.

He refuses to look at me, but I can’t take my eyes off them. The way her head bobs and coats him in her spit. The way his hips rise every time my cock makes her moan. I enjoy seeing something other than bitterness on his face. Something that mimics happiness.

As she rides down his length with her mouth, Gentry buries his hand in her hair and pushes her down with his massive fingers. “Wanderer,” he growls, spearing her throat with a thrust of his hips.

Her slick, warm walls tighten around me as she chokes on his dick. It’s too much for me, and I come inside her with a groan I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. I’ve already fucked up rule number twoandthree.

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