Page 90 of Ridin’ Dirty

If this wasn’t real, if moments like the one I was in and the few we shared throughout the day were nothing more than a smoke screen of secrets and lies, I was fucked.

This was what I wanted.

I was risking it all for the mere possibility of it.

But if it was real…

‘I’m not playin’ games with you, angel.’

Riley Wells was solid and stable.

He was broad and inked.

He was dangerous and hot.

He was also right in front of me.

My hands clutched at his abdomen, I splayed my fingers across the fabric of his button-up and started to explore. Slowly, I felt my way up his chest with one hand, wishing to feel the curve of his left pec. With my other hand, I dragged my fingers down, narrowly avoiding his crotch as I reached for the top of his jean-clad thigh.

His reaction was subtle, but I didn’t miss it.

He tilted his head back a fraction of an inch, and a playful grin curled my lips.

I splayed my knees wider and tightened my top arm around him, plastering myself against his back. I could feel the fabric of his jeans at his backside pressed against the thin material of my thong, and it made me long for him. I expressed this desire as I dragged my fingertips across the inside of his thigh.

Then suddenly, we were riding faster.

My playful grin became a wicked one, and I didn’t bother stifling my giggle—sure it would get lost in the wind.

It was when I felt for his dick that we really started to soar.

He glanced over his shoulder, and the next thing I knew we were getting off at the nearest exit. We slowed down only as we approached a four-way stop sign. But rather than continue on when we were met with no traffic, Pistol planted his feet, reached over his shoulder, caught a fist-full of my hair and yanked me forward as he twisted and closed his lips around mine.

The instant he had what he wanted, he swept his tongue through my mouth and drank from me. It was the greediest kiss I’d ever had in my life.

I loved every second of it.

My hand still at his crotch, I felt it as he began to harden, my other hand clutched tightly around the front of his shirt. For a moment, I forgot where we were, and all I wanted was to climb into his lap and go for a different sort of ride.

A car honked from behind us, reminding me we were literally in the middle of the road.

I jumped, startled by the sound, and started to pull away from Riley—but his grip in my hair tightened, he kissed me deeper, completely ignoring the driver we were blocking.

Surrendering to his inner alpha, I moaned, and made a pathetic attempt of rocking my hips, longing for friction.

It wasn’t until after the car behind us honked a second time before maneuvering around us and speeding off that Riley broke our kiss. He kept our faces close, so close I could feel his heavy breaths against my tender lips as he muttered, “Turnin’ us around. Takin’ you home. Fuckin’ you like I said I would. You stay handsy, I don’t mind. But, babe, that’s all the foreplay you’ll get.”

Without thinking, I flicked out my tongue, licking his top lip.

“Baby, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll come on this hog without you.”

His fist tightened in my hair, and it made my sex clench and my belly tingle.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growled.

This time, it wasn’t the wind that swallowed my giggle, it was Pistol.

He kissed me one last time then let me go, revved his engine, and sped off, pointed in the opposite direction.