Hard Ride, Part 3

by Opal Carew

  “Fuck, that was intense.” Wild Card kissed her cheek and gave her one final squeeze before he stepped back.

  Then Magic stepped behind her. “My turn, love.” He pressed his cock to her and pushed inside before she could react.

  Since she was still in the zone, the feel of him inside her sent a haze of pleasure through her. He drew back and glided in again, then kept on in slow, steady thrusts. Within seconds she felt the familiar wave, and another orgasm washed through her. She moaned and he drove harder and faster, trying to keep up with her. Then he thrust deep and held her tight, his cock twitching inside her. Her intimate muscles tightened around him and he groaned.

  Finally, he drew back, his cock falling from her. “Sweet, love. Thanks.”

  Then Dom stepped behind her. “It’s my turn now, babe.” And before she could breathe, he drove in deep. “Oh, fuck, you are so hot and tight.”

  Rather than shock at his sudden invasion, she felt a heady desire for more.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said against her ear.

  When she didn’t respond right away, he tugged on the nipple clamp, sending pain jolting through her. Sweet, pleasurable pain. Then he squeezed it tighter on her nipple and she gasped.

  “I asked you if you want me to fuck you.”

  He kept squeezing and she groaned, then nodded. But she knew that wouldn’t satisfy him, so she sucked in a breath. “Yes,” she said in a hiss, wanting the pain to stop, but at the same time, to continue. “Fuck me.”

  He chuckled, then drew back and rammed into her again, then again. His thick cock stretched her and she cried out at the intense pleasure of him invading her over and over.

  Her fingers stiffened against the wooden table, her body quivering in need. “Oh, God, yes, fuck me harder.”

  He drove deep, then pounded into her faster and harder.

  “Say it again, baby.” He grasped her throat, pulling her head back against his shoulder. “I want to hear you fucking beg.”

  “Please fuck me!” Her voice sounded desperate, demanding, and full of need all at the same time.

  With a deep groan, he jerked forward as he released inside her.

  Pleasure cascaded through her, sending her to blissful heights. She was arched back against him, taking his seed, and cried out in pleasure, while bliss swept her away to ecstasy yet again.

  When Dom stepped away, Rip took his place, mounting her and then gliding inside. He rode her gently, building her pleasure until she was moaning in his arms, riding the wave to heaven.

  When Steele stepped up to her, she was a bit nervous about the size of him.

  Shock stepped up behind her. “Sweetheart, now it’s time for something special.”

  “What?” she asked breathlessly. But she knew what. She was sure both men were going to take her at once.

  She felt his hands glide over her ass. Then he applied something slick to her opening, sliding it around. When she felt his fingers press against her, she concentrated on relaxing. He pressed one inside her, and stroked her tight canal. After a few seconds he slipped in another finger. Then another. He was stretching her, getting her used to the invasion.

  When his cock head, also slick, bumped against her, she stiffened. He pushed forward slowly. Her opening stretched around him. A little painfully, but he was slow and steady, giving her body time to adjust. After what seemed like forever, she’d stretched wide around him and his cock head was inside her.

  He eased deeper into her and she moaned at the unaccustomed but pleasurable sensation. He kissed the back of her neck. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart.”

  Finally, he was all the way inside her. He held her tight against him and they stayed like that for a few moments. Then he drew her back and turned her around. He leaned against the table and Steele stepped forward.

  “That’s … pretty big,” she said, eyeing Steele’s enormous hard-on.

  He chuckled. “It’s okay. I’m sure you can handle it.”

  Then he was pushing into her vagina and she groaned at the intensity of it.

  He slid in, deeper and deeper, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched, and filling her deeper than any cock had done before.

  Then he was tight against her body, staring down at her. He smiled and kissed her lightly.

  “Are you ready?”

  Ready? She had a cock in her ass and another in her vagina. Sandwiched between two hot, hard, masculine bodies.

  She locked onto his steel-blue gaze. “Yes, I’m ready. Fuck me.”

  Shock chuckled behind her and Steele pulled back. Just before he would slip free, he pushed forward again, in a long, slow stroke. Then back.

  Shock grasped her hips and pressed her forward a bit, his cock sliding out a little, then he glided forward, filling her. At the same time, Steele filled her from the front.

  Both men pulled back again, then drove forward together. They found a rhythm and pummeled her with pleasure. Two cocks gliding in and out. Deeper each time.

  She began to moan, then the moans turned to wails. The men, relentless, kept filling her. Rock-hard shafts stretching her. Pushing her pleasure higher and higher.

  It swelled through her like a tsunami and she wailed louder still as an orgasm broke through her with such intensity, she feared she would faint.

  But she didn’t want to miss a thing, so she held on to consciousness and rode the pleasure to the heights of forever and beyond.

  The men grunted, both driving deep as hot liquid filled her and she cried out in exquisite bliss.

  The three of them collapsed against the table, gasping.

  “That was fucking incredible,” Shock exclaimed.

  She rested against him, loving the feel of the two men still inside her, their big bodies cradling her in a protective cocoon of masculine flesh.

  Shock stroked her cheek. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She gazed at Steele, who was smiling down at her, and nodded in answer to Shock’s question. “Oh, yeah. In fact, I was wondering when we can do it again.”

  Steele laughed. “Fuck, man, you definitely have a keeper here.

  * * *

  Liv sighed as Shock set her down on the love seat in the bedroom and pulled off her shoes. After the wild lovemaking with six men in the backyard, he had swept her into his arms and carried her here. She felt his fingers playing along her skin, unfastening the buckles holding the harness together at her back. The straps loosened and he stripped it away. Then the cuffs around her ankles and wrists, until finally all she wore was the collar.

  He flicked the dangling chains holding the gems hanging from her nipples. She’d forgotten about them.

  “The clamps cut off the circulation, so when they come off, the blood rushes back,” he said, kneeling in front of her. “This will hurt a little, but I’m going to help. Okay?”

  She nodded. He slid the little ring along the clamp to loosen it and took it off.

  Pain jolted through her sensitive bud, but he quickly took her nipple in his hot, moist mouth and licked tenderly, making her forget about the pain. He suckled lightly, sending her hormones into a spin. Then he drew back.

  “Better?”

  She nodded, wanting his mouth on her again. “Now the other one?”

  He chuckled, then gently removed that one. His mouth covered her right away, easing the pain shooting through her. She moaned softly as he licked and suckled.

  Her fingers glided through his hair and she held him tight to her chest. “Thank you.”

  He eased back and settled on the love seat beside her, smiling warmly. “For helping with the pain?”

  She laughed. “Yes. And for giving me that experience. It was incredible.”

  She rested her hand on his cheek and gazed into his warm brown eyes. “You know, you’ve already helped me in so many ways. And now I know I can be with other men, so I don’t have to be afraid of getting on with my life, sexually, once this is done.”

  He slipped his a
rm around her and drew her close.

  “Yeah, about that …” He took her hand in his, his thumb stroking her skin. “I told you I have feelings for you.”

  She frowned and pushed herself straighter on the leather seat. “Yes, I remember, but I don’t know why you’re telling me this. It doesn’t change anything.”

  His eyebrow arched. “What do you mean it doesn’t change anything?”

  She drew in a deep sigh and pursed her lips. She couldn’t keep this pretense going any longer. “Shock, I know you’re married.”

  He frowned. “How do you know about that?”

  Her chest constricted. Oh, God, it really was true. Although Steele had already confirmed Shock’s marital status, a part of her had clung to a small hope that maybe it wasn’t true.

  “It doesn’t matter. But I know you’re married, and I know you’ve done these contracts with women before.”

  He frowned. “That’s not true.”

  Her gaze shot to his. Had she heard him wrong the first time?

  “Are you saying you’re not married?” she asked.

  “No. I’m saying this contract with you was special.”

  Her heart ached, knowing he belonged to another woman.

  “Who’s been telling you these things? It sure as hell wasn’t one of the guys, right?”

  “No, it was … someone else.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Fuck, it was Amy who told you, wasn’t it?”

  She looked down at her hands.

  “Fuck, of course it was. Amy works at the law firm Yvette and I use. Amy is Yvette’s friend. She probably found out about the contract when I had it drawn up and decided to intervene. She certainly wouldn’t be happy that I’m seeing someone.”

  Liv was a confused. “Because the two of you had an affair?”

  He arched an eyebrow. “An affair? I never had an affair with her.”

  “But she said you had a contract with her and she started to fall for you, and she was devastated when it ended. She said she wanted to warn me that the same thing would happen to me.”

  His hand tightened on hers and his eyes grew intense.

  “That explains why, even though I did everything I could to show you how much I care, you still thought it would end.”

  He squeezed her hand. “Liv, I am married. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that, but there was no reason to.”

  She drew her hand from his. “Really? I think that’s a pretty important fact.”

  He leaned back in the love seat and sighed. “I know. I get it. Just let me explain. I met Yvette just after graduating college and we got married about a year later. Not long after that, the truth about my father and brother came out. That they were embezzling from the company. We lost all our shares in the company, and I lost all respect for them. It was tough going, both emotionally and financially, but Yvette stuck by me. She believed in me and supported me while I built a new business.”

  Liv’s heart ached. She sounded like a wonderful, loving wife. Just what Shock deserved.

  “But once I was back on top financially, I realized”—he shook his head, looking weary—“that’s not where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be around all these rich people who only cared about money and power. For my own sanity, I decided to walk away from the whole thing.”

  “And she didn’t want to?”

  Shock scowled. “I can’t blame her for that. I was rebellious and angry. I decided to take off on a motorcycle and live with bikers. She didn’t want to don blue jeans and a leather jacket. That wasn’t her style.”

  “Do you still love her?” Liv asked, afraid to hear the answer.

  He took her hand and his intense gaze captured hers.

  “No,” he said simply.

  Liv’s heart fluttered. “Why didn’t you divorce her?”

  “I guess it comes down to not wanting to be a failure. My dad divorced my mother when I was very young. And even though he was very wealthy, he left her with nothing.” He scowled. “My whole life I watched him go through women like tissues, and I swore to myself I wouldn’t do that. That when I was in a relationship, I would make it work.” He gazed at her, as if willing her to understand. “I couldn’t just ditch her. So I gave her the house and a regular allowance.”

  “Does she think you’ll go back to her someday?”

  “She probably does.” He shook his head. “But, believe me, that’s never going to happen. Even if I stop riding and settle down one day, she’s just not the right woman for me.”

  The way his warm brown eyes held hers made heat thrum through her.

  “She’s not?” Liv asked, mesmerized by the love shining in his eyes.

  “No.” His fingertip glided along her cheek gently, the tenderness in his eyes rocking her to the core. “You are.”

  At his words, joy swelled through her.

  “In fact, the reality is, my feelings for her always took second place to how I felt about you.” He stroked her cheek tenderly. “I never got over you.”

  He leaned in close. “I love you, Liv.”

  Then his lips swooped down on hers and he kissed her with passion. His tongue plundered her mouth and an intense yearning flared within her.

  “And in case you’re wondering, I’ve already set the divorce in motion. That’s what I was doing when we went into town yesterday.”

  Her heart flipped as joy blossomed within her. She gazed up at him and stroked his whisker-roughened cheek.

  “Oh, Shock. I love you, too.”

  He laughed, his face glowing. “Thank God we finally sorted that out. Then he drew her into another kiss, this one long, lingering, and oh, so sweet. When their lips parted, he stood up and walked to his jacket, which was slung over the back of the armchair near the bed. He pulled something from the pocket, then returned to her.

  Then this big, tattooed, tough-looking man knelt in front of her and held up the little box in his hand. He opened it, displaying an infinity ring studded with diamonds. The sparkling gems glittered even more through the tears in her eyes.

  “I’m not asking you to marry me yet. Not until the divorce is done. But this symbolizes my promise that I will.” He smiled. “And I hope, when I do, you’ll say yes.”

  She sucked in a deep breath, then let the exhilarating joy sweep through her. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Yes. Oh, my God, yes!”

  Still on his knees, he pulled her from the love seat and into his arms, both of them falling onto the carpeted floor, then he rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. Her heart thundered in her chest, happiness pulsing through every inch of her.

  He smiled. “You’ve already lost the ring I bought you.”

  She laughed and grabbed the blue velvet box, which had fallen on the carpet a foot from her head.

  “Not on your life. It’s right here.” She handed it to him.

  He opened it and found her hand, then slid the ring on her finger.

  “So you agree that from now on you will love me, and obey me. Right?”

  She grinned broadly, then grasped his raspy cheeks between her hands and kissed him again.

  “Yes, Sir. Always.”

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  About the Author

  Opal Carew is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sixteen previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com. You can sign up for email updates here.

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  Hard Ride: Part Three

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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