Wildfire Hurricane (A Ryder Boys Novel Book 1) (14 page)

He stiffened at the sound of his full name, and his teeth closed on her skin. She gasped and he lifted his head, a light flickering in his eyes. “Say again?”

With pleasure.
She pointed to her chest. “I.” She made an X over her heart with her arms. “Love.” She drew her fingertip along the scar on his cheek. “You.”

The spark turned into a full blaze, and he brushed his nose on her cheek. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

His lips caressed her face, sending shivers of long-neglected but never forgotten pleasure rippling through her body. “I know.” She grabbed a handful of his filthy hair and made him look at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it more often.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen.” He bent down and licked under her shirt, tangling his tongue on a silver chain. Dash leaned back and touched the pendant. “Is this the necklace I gave you?”

Simone nodded. “I kept it, just tossed it in my jewelry box, but this morning it caught my eye. I couldn’t put it on, but I brought it with me. I can’t explain why.”

He traced the charm with his finger. “Two hearts bound by chance, held as friends, torn apart too soon.”

Much too soon!
“Brought back together…?” An obstacle loomed in their path. “What about Cassie?”

“She knows it’s over with me. I never loved…” He clamped his lips together and pressed his forehead to hers. “Anyone else. Only you.”

She caught his face in her hands and swept the past away with a kiss that seared her soul. Her body went up in flames, ignited by imminent lust and fueled with enduring love.
He came back! He’s here and he chose me!
But in place of the boy who’d run from her all those years ago, stood a man with experience and knowledge and kisses that turned her legs to jelly and whose touch set her body ablaze. Intent guided his acquainted mouth and purpose drove his familiar hands, stirring something new and uncertain in their wake. Could she love the man like she’d loved the boy? Or should she love him better?

“I want to make love to you, Simone.” Dash ground his hard erection against her, his hips moving in slow, hypnotic circles while he shoved her jacket off. “Like we never have before. Naked. Nothing between us.”

“Yes. Please.” She groaned and slid down rows of books, rolling on the floor in his arms while he slipped his hands under her shirt. His knee landed between her thighs and he pressed them apart. She arched, dragging her aching flesh up his leg and straining for his stiff cock, but her pants thwarted her efforts. “Get these off.”

He whisked her shirt over her head then tugged her jeans down, dragging her panties with them. She tossed her bra aside and lay nude on the rough carpet while he stood and pulled his shirt off. His hot gaze consumed her.

“Fucking hell, woman.” He grabbed his crotch and stroked his cock through his pants. “Seeing you naked is gonna finish me before I start.”

She let her legs splay, exposing her wet pussy.

“Now you’re trying to kill me.” He sank to his knees.

“I want you to see what’s yours.” She slipped her hand between her legs and spread her folds. “Now. Then. Whenever you want it.”

“Mine.” He licked his lips and unbuckled his belt.

“Always.”

Dash groaned and closed his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to look any longer. He dropped down on his elbows and slid his hands under her ass, lifting her begging flesh to his mouth.

Simone gasped and sank her fingernails into his shoulders when his tongue touched her clit. “Oh God, I love this! I love you.” He teased her with fleeting licks, darting from one sizzling spot to another. Sparks raced to her toes, curling them as she shoved his pants down with her feet.

“Mmm…your pussy,” he whispered between sweeps. “I licked it so it’s all mine.”

She giggled as his tongue wiggled inside her. He reached up and tugged her nipple to a stiff, throbbing peak, then he stroked lazy circles with his thumb, sending waves of don’t-ever-stop goodness washing over her and pooling between her thighs. In no rush, he licked her slit from top to bottom, lingering now and then to nibble or suck. Her body tightened—too much.
This is Dash. You can let go with him.
The spiral coiled, poised to spring, but the release held fast, waiting to be unlocked.

Chapter 13

Dash moaned on her flesh but refused to stop his leisurely exploration, feasting on her with an insatiable hunger. Slow. Tasting every sweet morsel. Craving more, but giving her everything he’d never had the chance to before.
Why did I leave her?
Pain drove him away, and pride kept him from coming back. He’d been too young and inexperienced to see it then, but now with her naked and quivering under him, all the lies he’d once believed crumbled, leaving his heart unprotected for the first time in years. Could giving it to her again get back the volatile romance they’d shared?
Do I want that again?

Simone tensed beneath him, arching up into his mouth. He denied her nothing. Making up for thirteen years would take time and patience, love and understanding, raw sex and unlimited fucking. He slipped two fingers inside her and stroked while his tongue flicked over her clit.

“Oh God, yes. Please.” She begged and pleaded, thrashing on the hard carpet.

They’d managed to pull his clothes off. One quick move would plant his cock in her pussy, but he waited, reading her body’s signals with the experience he’d gained since their last high school tryst. They’d settled into a practiced routine: blow job for him, fingering her, and then fucking. He’d been planning to lick her sweet flesh like this on the night before he left for college, but it never happened. Nothing would stop him now.

Simone rose up on her elbows. “Stop, damn it.”

Oh, hell no.
He pulled his hand free and braced himself on either side of her hips, using his mouth and his nose to fight off whatever seemed to be holding her back.

She dropped to the floor and shuddered. “Mmm…please.” She draped her legs over his shoulders and pulled him in.

Don’t give up.
He focused on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, then sucking, fully intending to stay there all night. His cock protested, but a sudden convulsion from the naked woman under him settled the argument. “Come for me, darlin’.” He breathed the words on her hot flesh.

“So close!” She jerked at his hair, but he corralled the pain and used it to drive his efforts. She’d never been able to withhold anything from him. Once they’d learned how to give her an orgasm, she’d come every time he touched her with his hands or his cock.
Is something missing?

He pulled back from her clit to kiss her quivering thighs, soft but insistent. Then he moved to her wet lips, licking in circles while she sighed. His tongue slipped inside her and she gasped. He remained there, fucking her with firm licks until her legs slid from his shoulders and she bumped his head with her knee.

“Stop! Just fuck me.”

Well, damn it.
He rose up on his knees and stroked his rigid cock in his fist. “You want this?”

She nodded and reached for him.

“It’s yours. All you have to do is—Whoa!” He gasped as she threw her body into him, knocking him back against a bookshelf.

“Take it.” She climbed on his lap and impaled her hot pussy on his cock.

“Damn right.” He grinned and let her ride him. Her hair spilled into his face as she leaned close to him, angling her hips as she thrust down. He gathered the shiny black spirals in his hands and kissed her. “Oh God, I missed you!”

She swept her fingertips across his cheek. “I missed you too.”

“I missed your breasts.” He bent and mashed his face between them, sneaking his tongue over a stiff peak while he nuzzled the soft, warm mounds.

“I missed your mouth.” She moaned and arched closer.

He caught her nipples in his teeth, and her flesh tightened around him. “I missed your tight pussy.”

“You always treated it right.” She reached behind them and stroked his balls.

Heat shot through his dick to the roots of his hair. “Fuck me! I missed your hands too.” He grabbed her hips and pounded into her.

“I missed your cock.” She grabbed his shoulders, falling on his chest. “You did such sweet and dirty things with it.”

“Do you remember the time…? Fucking hell.” He gasped and clung to the memories as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. “The bonfire after prom. You sat on my lap with your skirt spread over us.” Heat cascaded over his thighs like her skirt had that night.

She ground down on his throbbing cock. “You unzipped your pants.”

“You were wearing a thong.” He’d never seen it, but he’d caressed the flesh it left bare. “So easy to slip inside you.”

“Did anyone know we were fucking?” Simone changed to a rocking motion.

The shift in rhythm fried a few brain cells. “I talked to Micah the next day. He never saw or heard a thing.” Her cousin would’ve given them hell if he’d caught them. “How did you manage to keep quiet?” The woman could get loud when she came.

“How did you?”

He grabbed handfuls of her ass and buried his face in her neck. “Your hair muffled me.”

She moaned as his tongue swirled along her collarbone. “I bit my lip.”

“I remember that now.” He looked up and dragged his thumb over her lower lip. “It was swollen for a couple of days. I couldn’t kiss you.”

A sudden tremor seized her and she rose up on her knees, teasing the tip of his cock while he tried to wrestle her down again. He needed to possess all of her, take her deep and completely.

Dash wrapped his arms around her waist and shifted, lowering her to the floor and rolling on top. He rocked into her, plunging fully into emotions he’d put out of reach, including the fear he’d never been able to hide from her.

“Hold on.” Simone locked her legs behind his ass as he tightened his grip, but then she reached for his hand and laced her fingers with his.

“I’ve got you.” He grabbed her other hand and did the same, crushing her against the floor.

She gasped for breath. “Don’t let go.”

He pushed up on his knees and slid their entwined hands above her head, stretching his body atop hers. Naked, joined, nothing between them—not even the past. “I want this—you.”

She moaned and squeezed his hands while their sweat-sheened bodies slid and stuck. Her pussy clenched and heat flashed over her skin.

His cock stiffened and throbbed.
This is gonna be good.
“Come with me, darlin’.”

“Daschle Herbert Ryder! Watching your bare ass bounce on top of—good God, our boss!—is
not
in my job description.” Flynn’s indignant words brought their building climax to a crashing halt.

Are you fucking kidding me?
Dash’s brain screamed for him to put his pants on while his cock retreated like a frightened turtle.

“Back away from the bookshelf, Flynn.” Simone issued orders from underneath him as her body turned cold. “Turn around. If you look, I’ll dig your eyes out.”

Dash didn’t even look.

“He’s gone.” She pushed him up and grabbed her jeans.

“Where did he come from?” Dash jerked his pants on and reached for his shirt.

“The cruelest place in hell.” She pulled her shirt on, then jammed her arms into her jacket. “And that’s where I’m gonna send him.” She darted around the bookshelf and yanked the cowering assistant from his hiding place.

“Don’t kill the messenger!” Flynn crossed his arms in front of his face. “Save me.” He flailed as Dash moved behind Simone.

“No, I’m gonna let her deal with you.” Dash cackled with no humor while Simone slammed Flynn against a shelf.

“What message?” She snarled in his face. “Somebody better be bleeding or on fire.”

Flynn cringed. “Really? Don’t you think that’s in poor taste given the circumstances?”

“The message! Or I will make you bleed.” Her grip on his collar tightened like a vice.

“All right!” He pulled free and rubbed his throat. “A lawyer from the governor’s office is on my phone on Skype. He wants to talk to both of you.”

“We’re doomed.” Dash slapped his hand over his face. “This is worse than I could imagine.”

Simone scowled at him. “What’s worse than a lawyer?”

The smooth-talking, mind-fucking specter from their past. “My brother.”

“Mal works for the governor?”

“Lead counsel. We’re fucked.”

“I noticed.” Flynn clapped his hand over his mouth.

Simone’s fingers curled. “Transfer the call to the computer lab and put him on a monitor. I’m not afraid to face that bastard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Flynn scrambled down the hall.

Simone started toward the door, but Dash pulled her back. Flynn had caught them at the worst possible moment. If he hadn’t walked in, would they have come together? Or at all? “Why couldn’t you come…again?”

“You’re still thinking with your dick?” She tried to pull free, but he held her arms and moved closer.

“My brain isn’t exactly firing on all pistons at the moment.”

She gave up struggling and sighed. “The first time we fucked—the angry sex—I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop it. The second time…” She shuddered against him. “Lord have mercy. I wanted to, but I couldn’t get past the obstacles in my head.”

“They’re gone now, aren’t they?” He stroked her cheek.

“Your ex-girlfriend is, but…” She hugged her shoulders and shivered.

He pulled her close again. “What are you afraid of?”

She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, then pushed back and met his gaze. “Tomorrow. We put the past behind us, but what’s left? Mind-blowing sex…almost. But is that enough?”

“It’s a start.” Could they build on that?

“You haven’t told me that you love me.”

He puzzled over that, recalling his exact words. “I said I loved…” His words trailed off as their meaning became clear.

“Past tense. Now I know how you felt.” She brushed by him and walked out the door.

“I do love you.” But why didn’t he tell her before she left the room?