Ride Me

by Rebecca Brooke

  His eyes held mine captive. This was the chance I’d been waiting for, so why did the small voice in the back of my head scream bad idea over and over again. Reagan talked about lust not love, and yet there I sat ready to jump in with both feet. What if he could fall in love with me? What if this was my one chance?

  I wanted to take the risk, to tell him yes, I’d do anything for him. The fear of what might happen held me immobile. The silence stretched on, his eyes never wavering from mine, and he moved them to my lips. I knew what was coming and still stayed frozen. He lowered his head and before I could stop him, his lips were pressed to mine. His hands cradled my cheeks as his tongue traced a path across my lips. The blood raced from my head, heat coursing through me.

  Our tongues tangled together, our bodies molded from our thighs to our heads. In that moment, I knew, even with the risk of fucking disaster written all over it, I’d give this man anything he wanted. For some reason, I enjoyed finding ways to make my life harder. He’d been my first and only love. No matter how many times I tried to build a wall around myself and bury my feelings for Reagan nothing worked. Even without him knowing it, he’d buried himself deep in my heart.

  He lifted his head to look at me and I was lost. Nothing in this world meant anything without Reagan in it.

  “Don’t screw with me,” I whispered.

  “I won’t.”

  He dropped his head again, tilting it to gain better access to my mouth. This time I let myself enjoy it. This was everything I’d ever wanted and if Reagan might only be here for the experiment, it would kill me, but I would enjoy every second while it lasted. His body ground down into mine and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Even through his jeans, I could feel the way his dick slid against mine. What I really wanted was to feel it without any clothes on, but I had no idea if he was ready for something like that and I wouldn’t push him. Everything was so much more with him. All the pent-up desire for the man rushed to the surface.

  I planted my feet on the mattress and shoved my hips up to meet his. This time the groan left Reagan’s lips. I slipped my fingers down to the waist of the jeans he still wore, working my hand between the fabric to touch the smooth skin of his hips. Not like I hadn’t already had his dick in my mouth, but I didn’t want to push too far too fast. The muscles in his stomach flexed under my touch. The strong, defined muscles of his chest begged me to run my fingers along them. I used my other hand to caress the hard wall of chest above me. Each time my thumbs grazed his nipples, his hips shot forward. It seemed as if we both wanted more than kissing and simple petting. Bracing myself for him to stop us, I moved my hand to the opening of his jeans, pushing it aside with a quick flick of my hands. He broke the connection of our lips and I mentally cursed as it seemed Reagan had finally come to his senses.

  “You’re right, too much fabric.”

  He batted my hands away and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, yanking both them and my boxer briefs to my ankles. Could this really be happening? I had to be dreaming. To make sure I wasn’t I leaned up on my elbows and gave my side a quick pinch.

  Ow.

  Nope, not dreaming.

  Heaven.

  I was in fucking heaven. That could be the only explanation for why I lay there watching as Reagan slid the waistband of his jeans down and dropped his pants to the floor. His boxers quickly followed behind. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I thought about the way his gorgeous thick dick tasted on my tongue. Someday I wanted to have it in my ass or my cock in his. For today, I’d be happy with touching it again.

  Reagan climbed back onto the bed, crawling up my body. He lowered his head and captured my lips again, sucking my tongue into his mouth. Groaning, I reached between our bodies to wrap a hand around my cock. If I didn’t get some friction and soon, I might self-combust right there. Every nerve ending and muscle in my body was wound tightly, ready to explode.

  The back of my hand grazed along his shaft, making him shudder. “Touch me again,” he begged against my lips.

  My fucking pleasure.

  I held his gaze with mine. “Do you trust me?”

  “Always,” he whispered. He had no idea how much that one simple word meant to me. If I could record him saying it, I’d replay it at least ten times a day.

  “Sit up and straddle my thighs.”

  He quirked a brow but did as I asked. I took him in my hand. When I realized he wasn’t close enough, I grabbed his ass, bringing him closer to me. Our dicks sat, leaking and perfectly aligned. I wrapped my hand around both of us and pulled off a single stroke, the pre-cum helping to smooth my way up and down.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. That feels good,” he moaned.

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. His heat seeped into my skin, setting my blood on fire. “Give me your hand.”

  He reached out and I guided his hand to join mine around our cocks. Together, we started stroking up and down. Fast then a little slow before picking up the pace again. Every part of me ached with the need to come. Not yet. This time I planned on waiting for us to come together. Reagan’s mouth got filthier and filthier as his hip slammed forward, fucking our hands. His eyes were squeezed shut. The muscles in his thighs tensed as he came closer to the edge. I couldn’t help but pick up the pace.

  “Come on, baby,” I whispered. “I wanna see you fall apart for me.”

  “Fuck,” he yelled as spurts of hot fluid hit my chest, making the glide of our hands easier as I continued stroking.

  The orgasm hit, stealing my breath as I came all over both of our hands. Reagan dropped down, covering my body with his. Mixing the mess between us. I was sweaty and sticky, being crushed under Reagan’s full weight, and I never wanted to move again.

  I’d been right earlier. This was fucking heaven.

  Time passed and both of our breathing slowed to a normal level. I didn’t want to, but I knew if I didn’t move, eventually I wouldn’t be able to breathe at all. I rolled us to our sides, our faces at the same level. My chest tightened as a million questions ran through my mind. All with answers I wasn’t sure I would like. That didn’t stop me from asking the most important one.

  “What do we do now?” I asked, terrified of what he’d say.

  “Give me thirty minutes and I can totally go again.”

  I shoved his shoulder. Reagan had a habit of deflecting tough conversations with jokes, which made my palms sweat.

  “Be serious.”

  He locked gazes with me. “Sorry. I’m being serious. Honestly, I don’t know. I can tell you right now, I’ve never come so hard in my life. And while I don’t have any explanation why, I know it’s crazy, but I’m not ready to walk away from whatever this is until I understand.” He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Let’s see where this goes. I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said I wanted to explore this with you. Jump in with me and see where it leads us.”

  Reagan had handed me exactly what I wanted on a silver platter. I could tell him no and wonder for the rest of my life if I made the right call or I could give in and I hope I wasn’t wrong.

  Even with the danger of drowning exceptionally high, I threw off the life vest and jumped in with both feet.

  Hopefully Reagan would catch me.

  CHAPTER 21

  Reagan

  My hands shook as I walked into the recording studio after court. I knew I’d done all I could to get my client the best judgment possible. That wasn’t the problem. This would be the first time I spent time with the rest of the band since Sawyer and I had become more than friends. A decision I’d never regret. My life had already been completely entwined with his. I was actually surprised I hadn’t felt the connection before. I guess it had to do with always seeing Sawyer as being straight. Either way, I still had to spend a few hours with the band and somehow pretend I hadn’t crawled out of Sawyer’s bed earlier that morning. I’d probably have to shove my hands in my pockets to keep them to myself.

  Since we’d gotten together, we spent
most of our time at Sawyer’s since Heath already knew. It was easier than trying to deal with Harrison at my place. It was frustrating having to hide, but I knew there was no way around it. Not if we both wanted to keep our jobs. The partners at my firm were definitely not going to be supportive.

  When we went to the movies or the bar, we made sure to keep a safe distance from one another. Didn’t mean I liked it at all. By the time we got home, all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off.

  When we were alone we had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves. Each time, I felt a little braver, a little more daring to try something new. I hadn’t worked up the courage to fuck him yet or for him to fuck me. I figured it was only a matter of time before that happened. Not once in my life had I imagined finding a man’s body attractive. All the smooth lines and hard planes called to me. Begged me to touch his golden skin.

  In the back of my head I wondered how I would keep my hands off him today. Last night he asked if I’d come watch him record the songs he finished. Being the inspiration for one of those songs, there was no way I could miss them recording it.

  After I parked in the garage, I sent a text to Sawyer. Getting backstage of the arena had been easier than getting past the gates of this fortress. He’d already warned me I’d have to go through at least two security checks and that was with him escorting me back to the room.

  I stepped out and leaned against the hood of my car to wait. The elevator sat directly across from the space I’d parked in. What I really wanted was to see him emerge from this elevator on his way toward me. The way his jeans would hug the lean muscles of his thighs with each step, and the sexy smirk would pull up the right corner of his lips. And if I was being honest, I wanted a chance to get my lips on his before we went inside for a few hours and had to follow a hands off policy.

  The ding of the elevator caught my attention and I looked up right in time to see the door slide apart to reveal Sawyer lounging against the back rail as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He looked around until his gaze connected with mine. There was that smirk. He’d always had a warm smile, but this one was different. It was full of lust and desire. From the first moment he turned it on me, I couldn’t stop the blood from rushing south.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said the moment he reached my side.

  “I could say the same thing about you.”

  He nodded toward my car. “Let’s sit and talk for a second before we go inside.”

  With the garage full of cameras, I couldn’t blame him for wanting to make us kissing less obvious to anyone who might be watching. I sat back in the driver’s seat and watched him move around the front to the passenger seat. I didn’t give him more than a second after the door closed. I fisted my hands into the front of his shirt, yanking him forward and capturing his lips with mine.

  I pushed my tongue past his lips and swallowed down his groan. The taste of cinnamon invaded my senses, making me dizzy. Or that might have been the fact there was no blood left in my head. Sawyer slipped his hand up my chest and around the back of my neck to tighten his fingers in my hair, holding my mouth to his. Eventually, breathing became a necessity and I moved back. His chest heaved with each panting breath and I suddenly had the desire to strip him naked in the backseat and have my way with him.

  Luckily, the rational part of my brain still had enough control to rein me in. Fucking around in the backseat of my car in the garage of his music studio was sure to get us both caught. On top of all that, I still hadn’t talked to him about telling the rest of the band about us. Mari and Heath knew, and if I was ready to tell my parents, he needed to be ready to tell his friends.

  I couldn’t stop my eyes from following his hand as he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. “The things you do to me,” he whispered.

  “I could say the same thing about you.” My eyes were still fixated on the hard-on in his jeans. “Now let’s go inside before I forget where we are and maul you in the middle of the parking garage.”

  “Give me a minute to calm down.”

  I chuckled. “You and I both know there’s no way either of us are calming down while sitting in this car. Now get out and let the fresh air clear your head before the rest of the band comes looking for you.”

  That seemed to sober him up pretty quickly. It made me a little sad that he still wanted to keep us hidden from everyone. One of these days, we were going to sit down and talk about that.

  By the time we made it to the floor where the band was recording they were restless. Sawyer hadn’t been kidding about the security. I was surprised they hadn’t asked for my first born child to get inside. The upside was now that I’d passed security, as long as my name stayed on their list I wouldn’t have to deal with as much the next time.

  “Where have you been?” Monty whined when we stepped through the doorway. “If we don’t get this song done soon, my stomach might eat itself to keep from starving to death.”

  “Please. You just shoved a pack of Twinkies down your throat. You should be good for at least an hour,” Heath said, getting to his feet. “Reagan, good to see you again.”

  He glanced over and Sawyer gave a brief, yet subtle shake of his head. The second the smile hit his face, I knew he’d forced it. Whatever might be bothering him, I’d have to wait until dinner to find out.

  I dragged my attention away from Sawyer. “Glad I could get a chance to see you guys record. I’ve always been curious about the process.”

  Mari practically jumped in my hands, wrapping her arms around my neck for a hug. “I’m super excited you’re here.”

  After almost squeezing all the air from my lungs, she stood back and gave me a wink. Mari had known about us from day one.

  Sawyer and I had only crawled out of bed long enough to order a pizza. We were enjoying each other’s naked company when a knock sounded on the door. Thinking it was the pizza, I tugged on my basketball shorts and went to open the door. What I didn’t expect was to find Mari on the other side.

  “Reagan, what are you doing here?”

  “I was hanging out—”

  “He’s hanging out with me.”

  Mari glanced over my shoulder and after taking in both of our states of undress, it was pretty obvious what we’d been doing.

  Mari screamed and bolted for Sawyer. She jumped into his arms, planting kisses all over his face. I had to admit I was a little jealous.

  “I’m so happy for you.”

  He set her down and suddenly she was in my arms. “I’m so glad you gave him a chance.”

  The green-eyed monster faded away. Mari was happy we were together. She glanced over her shoulder. “Why did you decide to tell him?”

  “Well, that’s a little more complicated.”

  In the end she forced us to give her the story. Afterward, she told Sawyer I told you so and made me promise not to hurt him.

  Jackson smirked. “Sawyer says you work in contract and business law. Who knows, maybe someday you be here all the time dealing with our shit.”

  “Yeah, and hopefully it’s not bailing me out of jail.” Monty practically doubled over at his own joke.

  Not everyone had the same reaction, at least not immediately. From what I gathered, Monty was a bit of a daredevil. More than willing to jump in any situation, consequences be damned. I couldn’t blame them for taking something like that seriously. One by one, they realized he’d been joking and laughed along with him.

  I lifted my hands up. “Not my area of expertise, but I’m sure a few of my friends might be able to help you out.”

  Heath walked over and clasped him on the shoulder. “How about we keep our shit together and never have to find out who can and can’t help? Besides, I thought you wanted to play so you could eat.”

  Suddenly, Monty forgot his joke but kept holding his stomach, whining about hunger pains.

  “For fuck’s sake, Monty. Pull yourself together.” Sawyer took hold of his shoulders and marched him back over to where his guita
r sat on its stand. “You wanna play? We’ll play.”

  Sawyer reached behind him to pull the drumsticks from his back pocket. Maybe I shouldn’t have stared, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from the way the muscles of his arms flexed with the movement. Slowly, everyone moved into position and I found myself sitting on the small couch in the room, getting my own private concert. I watched the way Sawyer’s whole body moved with grace as he switched from skin to skin while he played.

  Every once in a while, I’d catch his eyes on me. Unlike the other times I watched him play, he was close enough for me to see the raw heat and desire in his eyes. What I really wanted was to stand behind and run my hands over his sweat-slicked skin. Before, I never would have imagined those thoughts. Now I knew exactly how smooth each inch of him was. The way his skin tasted on my tongue.

  I shifted in my seat, hoping to hide my growing erection. Pushing away thoughts of Sawyer’s body, I tried to focus on the song they were playing. The words jolted me out of my fantasies.

  We’re on a collision course

  Reaching for each other

  Time and circumstances keep us apart

  A love I know is there

  A love we may never share

  They were like an electric shock to the system. My eyes snapped to Sawyer’s and I knew by the light flush on his neck and the way he avoided my gaze, that song was about me. When the music ended, I dipped my head slightly, letting him know I heard his words. Words that were no longer true and held no meaning between the two of us.

  For the hour, I sat and listened to song after song before it was their turn in the recording booth. Sawyer convinced their musical director to let me sit in the booth while they recorded two songs. By the time they finished, Monty was having a full-blown meltdown about food and I was more than eager to get Sawyer alone and ask about that song.

  They finished packing up their equipment, when I heard a voice next to my ear. “He needs to tell them.” I looked around to see Mari standing next to me, her hands linked behind her back.