I notched her opening. And with a slow plunge, I sank inside her slick, heated wetness. I kept the tempo slow, drawing out the pleasure, invading the deepest part of her, grinding on her pubic bone, then rearing back and sinking into her again.
Cocooned beneath the blanket, we kissed and fucked. Sweat slicked our skin. Her tongue tangled with mine, and her juices soaked my cock. I gripped her hip, and with a surge of possessiveness, I crammed her full of cock.
With her breath coming fast, she arched into me, her back forming an S with her head pressing into the pillow and her hips lifting to meet mine. And then she wasthere, breaking apart, her body shivering, and her pussy gripping my cock.
She clutched my shoulders, and I swallowed her gasp with my mouth, kissing her hard as I reared back and surged into her again and again, riding out her orgasm and crashing into mine.
Her arms locked around my shoulders, holding me tightly to her. I crushed her to my chest, buried my face in her neck, and closed my eyes. More than my own breath, I needed her. For this moment, for this feeling,for her, I would even put up with the asshole asleep on the recliner.
McKelle
Mom’s rooster crowed at the early morning sun. My eyelids cracked open. Cruz still slept on the recliner, but I was alone on the couch.
Oh god. I’d slept with Ryatt last night. Oh god. A cyclone of conflicting emotions swirled inside me. I expected this wave of panic, but now that I was drowning under it, I didn’t know what to do.
Guilt twisted in my belly. I wouldn’t regret Ryatt, but I didn’t want to hurt Cruz. Last night shouldn’t have happened, not with Cruz asleep in the room. It was just so easy to lose myself in Ryatt.
It was still completely insensitive to Cruz, and unfair to Ryatt.
Oh god, Ryatt.
When I thought of the way he’d held me, and kissed me, and pushed inside me, a swirl of something special and uniquely Ryatt warmed me. His touch was soft while his kiss was hot and wild. And then I’d fallenasleep in his arms. Rising up on my elbow, I brought the room into focus.
Beneath the blanket, I still wore my panties and halter top. Quietly grabbing my jeans from the floor, I tugged them on and wrapped the quilt around my shoulders.
A shiver of apprehension skittered over my flesh. Cruz slightly snored as he slept with one arm draped over his head. His hair tangled around his shoulders, and his muscle-honed chest rose and fell with his even breaths.
My heart hiccupped. I was wrecked. This man had always been my everything. Nothing had changed, yet everything was different.
“Micki?”
I hesitantly met his gaze. Here was all the guilt. He didn’t have to say anything. He knew. Maybe he could see the guilt on my face. Guilt for falling for someone else while I was still in love with him.
I’d needed Ryatt last night, but how was I supposed to let go of Cruz? Another surge of guilt rose like a tidal wave, crashing over me. Not because I regretted sleeping with Ryatt, but because I was afraid of what it meant for me and Cruz.
“Did he leave?”
“Rizz?”
Bikers had names for each other. I could think of worse things he could call Ryatt. Words stuck in my throat, so I just nodded.
Cruz blinked sleep from his eyes and glanced around the room. “I don’t know if he left. He didn’t say anything to me.” He brought the recliner to the upright position and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Is his bike here?”
“I’ll check.”
“I’ll come with you.” He tugged on his jeans. “I need to pee.”
He followed me to the stairs. Breath caught in my chest. With his head bowed, Ryatt sat on the stool at my dad’s workbench.
As I started down the stairs, his gaze lifted and locked with mine. Cruz deviated to the bathroom.
“Hi,” he said as I approached.
The concrete floor was cold on my bare feet. “Hi.”
After last night, I should’ve expected the awkwardness. His gaze shifted to the path Cruz had taken.
“Do you want to take a walk?” he asked.
