WILD RIDE (4 page)

“Nope,” Riley smiled.  “Not a chance.”

“I guess you’re entitled to your opinion and I’m
entitled to mine,” I said with a light petulance in my voice that only fed
Riley’s amusement.   “You can’t prove it, so there’s not much point arguing
about it,” I added.

Riley’s brown, muscled arm adjusted his hat.  “I could
prove it to you right now, if you want me to.”

Nate shot his cousin another glance.  Then his gaze
returned to the road.  I couldn’t tell if he was entertained or pissed off by
his cousin’s playfulness.  As usual, Nate was stoic and staunch and sexy as
hell as he gripped the wheel and kept on driving.  The broad span of his
shoulders in that straining navy blue t-shirt really was damn impressive.

Sure, I should’ve demanded right there and then that
they pull over and let me out of that shiny convertible red Mustang, to make my
way along the dusty highway, to wait for Mr. Pontiac or some other creep whose
intentions were no more debauched than those of the blond, beautiful cowboy
who, if I wasn’t mistaken – and I was definitely tipsy by this point but I was
pretty sure I’d understood the gist of it – had just offered to give me an
orgasm.

My first.

I was a little shocked.  Sure I was.  I was also
instantly, shamefully wet, just at the thought.  I was hardly pure as the
driven snow but I had always been faithful, true to my word, hard-working.  All
that stuff that my mother had once told me to aspire to.  God knew I’d hardly
been tested, though.  There’d never been anyone to entice me to be unfaithful. 
The only people I ever saw were the losers down at The Rusty Nail, and a few of
Cal’s buddies from the gas station.  Occasionally I’d meet up with friends and
their boyfriends at a bar somewhere downtown, although Cal didn’t like it when
I went out with my friends to have fun without him.  Come to think of it, Cal
didn’t like me to have fun at all.

But Cal wasn’t here.  And his opinion was no longer
something I had to dodge, or even consider.  I was on my own, save these two
burly hunks and their off-hand offers of sexual gratification the likes of
which I’d never known.  And I’d almost forgotten.  Cal and I were well and
truly over.  I could explore new frontiers and not feel guilty about it.  If I
wanted to.

The light throb of my arousal pulsed gently between my
legs, inspiring a warm, honeyed wetness.  I sipped again at my Budweiser. 
“How?”

“How what?” Riley asked, turning, looking at my face,
my body, the white sliver of my panties between my legs.  I wondered if he
could tell how wet I was.  If he could see that the white cotton was saturated,
sticking softly to my body in a clingy caress.

“How would you prove it to me?”

He half-smiled and his expression had turned, from
humor to something else.  Something raw and alluring.  “You’d have to come and
sit up here for me to answer that question.”

I didn’t reply immediately.

“There’s no room.  There’s only two seats.”

He patted his lap.  “Right here, darlin’.  Plenty of
room.”

“Riley,” Nate drawled, but Riley smiled at him.

“Up to her,” Riley said to him.  “I’m just trying to
make a point, that’s all.”

God, I was seriously considering going with this.  I
didn’t really have anything to lose, after all.  It seemed pretty obvious they
were neither psycho killers nor desperados.  These were boy-next-door kind of
guys who had values and credentials and opened car doors for girls.  And who
were now all grown up and practically radiating hot sex.

“What would I have to do?” I asked, half-cautious and
also wildly curious.

“Not a damn thing, sugar,” said Riley.  “I’ll do
everything that needs doing.”

I chewed on my lip before asking my next question.  “What
would
you
do?”

“Only what you asked me to do.  That’s all.  Nothing
else.”

I fell silent, considering this.

Riley leaned his head back against his headrest and let
his hat cover his closed eyes.  “I just think it’s a damn shame.  A pretty girl
like you missing out on all that.  I’m just offering up a big slice of
enlightenment, that’s all.”

When he put it like that, I knew I was a goner.  I was
tired of being the good girl, the one who paid the bills and got walked all
over by drunk failures and selfish jerks.  I didn’t want to be the ice maiden
or the one girl left on the planet who could never quite
get
there. 
This was the new me.  I was going to take what I wanted and live my life.  And
my life was going to start right now.

I finished my beer, and sat forward.  I touched a flick
of Riley’s hair, which was damp against his neck.  I felt playful, and more
reckless than I could ever remember feeling.  “What makes you think
you
could enlighten me, goldenboy?”

Nate turned and eyed me, smiling at my question.  And
if I’d thought Nate Walker was handsome straight-faced, his slow smile hit me
straight in that sweet heat that had already made my decision.  I reached to
touch Nate’s hair, too, a very-gentle light stroke that caused his breath to
quicken.  “Or you?” I whispered.

“Let’s just say I – and
we
, if the rumors are
anything to go by – have a pretty good track record,” Riley said.

“And you’re humble, too,” I said, letting my fingers
curl through the too-long locks of his straw-hued hair with one hand and Nate’s
off-black strands with the other.

“There’s a time and place for humility.”  Riley’s eyes
still were still closed but he was feigning disinterest, I could tell.  The
muscles of his jaw and his arms were coiled and there was a light mist of sweat
on his upper lip.  “The bedroom ain’t one of ‘em.”

“How about the front seat of a red convertible Mustang
at seventy-five miles per hour?” I said.  “Is that a place for humility?”

“No.”  Both of them said it.

I smiled, half committed now to whatever it was they
were offering.  I was simmering with an unfamiliar sheen of anticipation.  My
panties were feeling stickily wet and my sex felt soft and distractingly warm. 
A light humming pulse radiated from that sweet burn in my slippery depths to
the tips of my breasts, which were visibly peaked through the light veil of my
dress.  “Well, I guess … if you think you’re as good as all that …”

They both turned to look at me, as though shocked that
I was game.

“You’ve got me curious, is all,” I said, almost shyly. 
Would they be offended, that I had accepted Riley’s offer?  Would they leave me
by the side of the road, alone?

“That’s a girl,” Riley said, filling me with a tempered
relief.  “Come on up here with us.”

There was something comforting about the way he said it:
with us
.

Leaving my reservations behind, I climbed over the seat,
easing onto Riley’s lap.  He exhaled a light groan when I sat down onto him,
and I could feel the hardness of him, beneath his jeans.  My heart was racing,
and I sat still for a few seconds, adjusting to the hard, hot feel of him.  The
tough texture of his jeans rubbed against the skin of my thighs and I barely
wriggled to get more comfortable.  My softness cradled him intimately as my
body shape accommodated his, and Riley groaned again as Nate watched me.  Nate
seemed to be having some trouble turning his eyes back to the road.  Riley’s
arms circled me and I leaned against his bare chest.

It was miraculously sensuous: sitting astride Riley’s
rampant, substantial erection while Nate’s eyes, when they weren’t forced to
navigate, drank in the sight of my long, tanned legs, my skimpy, fitted dress. 
I could see that he was as turned on as Riley.  His jeans were straining against
a particularly gargantuan swell.

They seemed bigger than they had from the back seat.  Bigger
and harder.

I took the bottle of whiskey and took a small sip. 
From the look on Nate’s face, this was new territory: picking up a girl and
watching his cousin get her off while considering doing more of the same.  It
was certainly new territory for me, in every way imaginable.  And despite
Riley’s cockiness, there was a second or two where he seemed almost overcome. 
He might have been the wildest of all of us, but he was not immune to the
wanton, uninhibited looseness of what we were about to do.

I offered the bottle to Riley, but he just tipped his
head back a little and parted his lips.  So I fed it to him, pouring a small
sip into his open mouth.  A drop ran down the stubbled line of his jaw and I
caught the drop with my finger, licking it.  Nate watched me do this.  I
leaned, then, to offer a taste to Nate.  He allowed this.  He could have taken
the bottle, but he didn’t.  He let me serve it to him.  To his mouth.  For some
reason, I was reassured by this small connection.  He had invited me, in this
guarded way.  He was part of this, whatever
this
was.  We were together,
all in.

I had to lean closer to Nate, concentrating on fitting
the spout of the bottle to his mouth.  His lips were full and perfect, wet from
the whiskey.  Our ride was smoother than most, but the movement of the car
caused a drip to spill and I wiped Nate’s plump bottom lip with my thumb, as
I’d done to Riley.

“Are you ready?” Riley said softly, sliding his warm
palm against my bare thigh.

My nerves had been soothed by the whiskey, but still, I
was edgy.  I sat back down onto Riley, turning towards him, fitting my dewy
warmth against him.  A very deep restlessness stirred me as Riley’s body seemed
to swell further, pushing against secret, sensitive flesh.  “I … yes.  What … happens
now?”

“What do you
want
to happen now, darlin’?” Riley
drawled.  His accent had gotten thicker but he seemed to have regained
control.  The realization that this was going to happen: that he was going to
give me my very first orgasm right here in the front of this Mustang, kicked
in.  His mission was clear and he was up for the challenge.  In every way.  I
liked his control.  I wasn’t sure why, but I trusted it.  “Do you want me to
touch you?” he said.

“All right,” I said, sounding shy despite the
blossoming warmth.  My sex was plumped and pressed against the hard pressure of
him and I needed to move, to ease the intensity.  I began to barely writhe
against him.

Riley’s breathing had deepened.  His fingertips touched
lightly to the budded peak of my nipple, through the fitted, stretchy cotton of
my white dress.  The bodice of the sundress was designed to lightly support so
the dress didn’t have to be worn with a bra.  My breasts were full and tested
the limits of the design.  And I could feel the warm caress of his fingertips
like a subtle, sexy electric current.  “Like this?” he said.

“Yeah,” I breathed.  “Like that.”

He increased his pressure and touched my other nipple,
lightly pinching them simultaneously, rolling them between his fingers in a
near-painful, cyclical squeeze.  “How’s this?”

“It feels … nice,” I told him, looking into his eyes. 
More than nice. 
Amazing
.

“Would you like me to pull your dress down, Lacey? 
Would you like to feel my hands on your warm, soft skin?”

I exhaled slowly.  This was all happening at lightning
speed, but there didn’t seem to be any sane reason to slow it down.  Now that
I’d committed, I wanted to get on with it.  I nodded, my lips parting.  And my
body began to take over.  My hips gyrated gently, increasing the sultry
friction against his hard, hot body.

He groaned and removed his touch, holding my hips with
his hands, slowing my motion.  “All right, sugar.  Let’s get a few ground rules
straight first,” he said.

I sat up, quietly miffed that he would slow the pace. 
It was too good, the sensations he was giving me.  Tender yet hot.  Forbidden
at worst.  Spontaneous beyond belief.  Naughty.  And enlightening, as he’d
promised.  I wanted more.

He laughed again, at the expression on my face.  It was
an infectious laugh.  My anger softened and I looked at Nate.  Nate smiled,
that off-incredulous, glorious grin that stunned me once again.

“What ground rules?” I said.

“There’s no rush.”  Riley’s hand played the frilly hem
of my dress, touching the high skin of my thighs.  “We take our time.  It’s
much, much better that way.  Trust me to say where and when and how much, all
right?  You tell me what you want, but I get to decide how it’s done.”

By this point I would have agreed to any suggestion or
demand he made.  I shifted again, pressing against the beautiful hardness of
him.  He swore, and laughed again.  “You’re gonna need to stop doing that if
you don’t want to inspire some very serious consequences.”

“You like it,” I said.

“Yeah, I like it.  But this is about you, remember. 
Now sit still while I pull this dress off.”

Riley eased the tiny straps of my dress down over my
shoulders, peeling the soft cloth over my breasts, releasing the full weight of
them in a delicate bounce.  The fullness of my breasts was slightly
disproportional to the slimness of the rest of me, but I had long ago learned
that men had no problem with my proportions whatsoever.

“
Fuck
,” Nate said, his jaw barely dropping.