Oh, that was dangerous.
“With all respect to you and to how fucking hot that sounds,” I said, “I am not walking in with Connor sitting on the couch, watching us go upstairs, and then banging on the door to stop us.”
“He would protect you, wouldn’t he,” Rachel said with a laugh, but the laugh faded at the alternative—me going to her place.
It was going to take another level of courage from her.
“If you’re not ready for me to go—”
“No, it’s fine,” Rachel said.
That genuinely felt like a lie.
“You’re not telling the truth.”
“It’s not true that I think I can just move on with it, no big deal. But it is true that it’s fine in the end. I’m going to have to break past this at some point. Better I do it with you than someone else.”
I still did not feel great or even decent about this.
But as crass as it may have sounded, I did want to fuck Rachel. I would never say a thing aloud, and I would treat her right, but at some point, lust and desire overpowered any precaution. That was doubly true when the woman was even more adamant about tossing caution to the wind.
“All right,” I said, “but I’m counting on you to stop it if it gets to be too much.”
Rachel smiled and pulled me in for the most erotic, passionate kiss we’d had yet. It got arousing enough that I thought we could just go at it right there. Alas, I was a sexual beast, but that was different than a monster.
We went back to our vehicles with our arms around each other, poking and prodding and playing with each other’s bodies. I thought of offering Rachel a spot on my bike once more, but I had no idea where her place was and knew trusting her to give directions if she’d never been on a bike before was a bad idea. I didn’t even say anything this time as I revved my engine to life and followed her home.
I swore to God, if the Bandits did anything to pull me away in the next hour or two, I would go in kamikaze-style and destroy every last fucking one of them. At least I would have died having gotten laid with someone I really cared about and not just more or less using some random pussy to come. It would be quite the unexpected way to go out, but one that would make me feel like a fucking champ.
When I finally did get to her place, some rundown apartment complex on the north side of Santa Maria, actually somewhat close to Hannah and now,fuck me,Garrett, it was not a surprise we hadn’t seen her at all. Though it was not like Albuquerque to Santa Maria, it was far enough removed that one could easily go even further north for basics like food and gas and never have to come down to this part of the city. She could have avoided us for the rest of her life if she wanted.
But as I got off the bike and saw that grin of hers and her finger wagging at me, telling me to come to her, I got so damn excited I could barely contain myself. I hugged her from behind, my bulge pressing into her ass, as we made our way to the door. By this point, I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was just acting on instinct and power.
Rachel half-fumbled with the keys before she finally opened the door.
“So this is my place,” she began. “It’s—”
I stopped her right there and pulled her back in for a kiss. I’d get the tour later, after we’d finished pleasuring each other. I let her guide our stumbles and passionate kissing until we got to the bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed, stood before her, and lifted my shirt off.
This was going to fucking happen.
And if I’d had any doubts about it, well, that had passed dozens of minutes ago.
I was going to make love to Rachel Reid.
Rachel
Isat on the edge of the bed, watching Mason take his shirt off.
He was truly a sight to behold. His age actually worked in his favor—he wasn’t some pretty boy with a young body, but a grizzled man who’d seen some dark times and some violent nights. Of course, he looked muscular and ripped and great, but you could just tell that he’d had some experience, for better and for worse.
He came over to me and kissed me, pressing my body to the bed. My legs curled around him. So far, so good.
Well…
Yeah, so far, so good. No bad flashbacks, no—
Eduardo’s face. Laughing—
