Riptide (A Renegades Novel)

by Skye Jordan

  Grant pressed a kiss to her throat, then murmured at her ear. “Let go of my hand and grip the edge of the table.”

  She obeyed.

  “Next time you touch me without permission,” he rasped, “I’m pulling out and taking all this pleasure with me.”

  No, no, no. She closed her eyes and swallowed, preparing herself to be patient.

  But Grant started moving again. Moving inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Strokes, shallow thrusts, and pressure. Lots of pressure. The kind of pressure that made her want to move and beg. The kind that made her insane.

  “I want...to come...” The words just fell from her mouth.

  “You’re so impatient. We’re going to have to work on that.” He pulled from her body and she felt so empty. But then he was back, pushing in with what felt like two fingers, bringing more pressure.

  “Fuck, yes. Oh, God...” He did something that made her burn and ache and crave.

  “You like that?” he murmured, thrusting deep and slow with thicker penetration.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned and cried out and whimpered her pleasure. “Yes, yes, so good.”

  “You’re tight, baby.” He pushed then circled, stretching her body until she burned while rubbing places that made her want to scream. “You’re gonna clamp down on me like a siphon. I’ll loose it on my first plunge.” Another moment of excruciating torture and he murmured, “Okay, baby, give me some juice.”

  He stepped back, bent and pressed his mouth to her silk covered clit. The shock of it vanished when the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed her sex. She released the table to grab his head, but realized what she was doing and slapped it down on the wood again.

  Grant pulled back enough to stroke the throbbing silk-trapped flesh with his tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth. She cried out and bowed. The touch was whisper soft and warm, shocking her body with shards of intense pleasure and flooding her sex with languid heat. While inside her, he continued to do something that created a delicious pressure that kept rising and growing and intensifying. The way he watched her moan and writhe, knowing she was helpless to do anything but absorb his assault, taking what he gave, the way he gave it, added a dark, edgy intensity to the thrill, and nearly drove Faith out of her skin.

  “Please, please, please...” She panted, openly begging. “Oh, God...please Grant...”

  Instead of licking her clit, he dragged his teeth over the silk. Bursts of electric pleasure stabbed her sex and made her whole body jerk. Then he came back with slow, smooth, warm pressure from his tongue and Faith bowed backward, dropping her head, letting her mouth fall open on a moan. Grant rewarded her with a long moan that vibrated over her sex.

  He repeated the scrape. The lick. The moan.

  Faith’s fingers were numb on the table’s edge.

  Scrape.

  Lick.

  Moan.

  “Fuck...” Her entire body trembled with the need for climax.

  Scrape.

  Lick.

  Growl.

  “Grant—“ She opened her eyes, lowered her head and found his eyes on her.

  She watched his mouth move over her in the scrape.

  She flinched, trembled...

  His tongue stroked her, slowly. But this time, with his eyes locked on hers, he continued to lave her in a lazy, hot back and forth. And he pushed deeper with his fingers. Did something that created more pressure.

  A sound of surprise ebbed from her throat as she rose to the edge. Grant used his free hand to spread her sex and took her silk-covered clit between his lips, sucking and licking. Sucking and licking.

  All the pressure and heat coalesced and the orgasm roared forward, breaking in a full body explosion. Every muscle contracted, bowing her back, twisting her waist, contorting her arms. Flash after flash after flash of ecstasy blasted through her body finally releasing her only long enough to draw air before another wave of blissfully decadent tremors wracked her body.

  Grant drank in the wild sight of Faith’s beautiful body twisting and convulsing with pleasure. He always took satisfaction in a job well done. But this... There was something different about this. Something fierce. Something intense. He didn’t know what, exactly. He just knew he’d never taken any woman’s pleasure as seriously as he took Faith’s. He’d always been aggressive on the ice and assertive with women, but in the bedroom, he laid back, let the woman do her thing and find her pleasure.

  He had no idea where this sudden need to possess her had come from. But it burned so hot, Grant felt like it was eating a hole in his gut. A hole that could only be filled by filling her.

  When she listed back against the wall, limp and panting, Grant kissed a path down the inside of her thigh, to her knee. He sat back on his heels, pulled out his wallet and dragged out a condom.

  All he could think about was pushing into all that wet heat. Driving long and hard into a pussy so tight, it would take everything Grant had to last until she came again. Later he’d fuck her until she’d had more orgasms in one night with him than in her whole relationship with Dillon. Later he’d show her the array of orgasms awaiting her until she was so wrung out, she begged for mercy. And before the sun rose, he’d be introducing her to some rougher, edgier play sure to fire her up for the rest of his time in town.

  With the condom in place, his jeans clinging to his hips, Grant dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs. He left them on the floor with the rest of her clothes and dragged her upright by her arms.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and melted into him with a long, deep, wet kiss that flashed fire back into is veins. Her mouth was loose and soft, her tongue searching and hungry. Her hands threaded in his hair and her head tilted to take the kiss deeper while her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in.

  Grant stroked her body, memorizing the curves while heat and pressure continued to build at the base of his spine. He trailed his hands down her sides, over her hips, clasped her thighs and lifted her from the table. With one turn, he pressed her back up against the wall and rocked his erection against her pussy.

  She moaned into his mouth and pushed a hand between them, circling and stroking his cock. Sensation ripped a path through his pelvis and up his spine. He broke the kiss on a curse and covered her hand with his.

  “You want this?” he asked.

  She licked her lips. “So bad.”

  He moved her hand from the tip further down the length where his girth took a significant turn, and watched her eyes widened. “You want it all? Because it’s all or nothing, Faith.”

  “I want it all,” she said without hesitation.

  The girl was ballsy. He released her hand and gripped her chin. Anticipation made Grant’s mouth water. “Then take it. And look me in the eye while I fill you with every fucking inch.”

  Lust sparked in her eyes and her lids lowered another fraction. She was the most unique combination of sweetness and seductress. She liked the dirty talk. Liked the rough stuff. Let him have control then played by his rules. She took her share of discomfort to get to the reward of extreme pleasure.

  She was very close to winning Grant’s complete respect.

  But those thoughts vanished as Faith rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy, settling him at her entrance. She pressed her hand to his abdomen and licked her lips again. Grant didn’t waste a second, he rocked his hips and pushed his head into her heat.

  She inhaled sharply, and her eyes glazed over. Another wave of pleasure flooded Grant’s body and he gritted his teeth around a groan. But that didn’t control the need to move. And after controlling himself so completely while delivering pleasure to Faith, he let go now, withdrew and thrust again, still just a couple of inches.

  “Oh, fuck...” he rasped. She was so goddamned tight. And hot. And slick. And soft.

  She was fucking heaven. And he was so fucking high on her.

  “More,” she murmured. “Feels so good.” Her hand clutched at his gut, her nails scoring his skin.
“More, more, more.”

  Her little pleas in that cloud-nine voice was as effective as her pussy around his cock at making him give her exactly what she wanted. He tightened his hand on her face as if that would give him a deeper connection and held her gaze as he thrust.

  “Ah...”

  Her little high-pitched sound of pleasure and surprise, spurred him and he rocked back, contracted the gluts he worked on all year and thrusts again.

  “Oh, God...” Her head tipped back, pulling from his grasp, and hit the wall. “Again, again, again.”

  “Look...at me,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like something from Lord of the Rings.

  She lowered her gaze, but her head listed sideways and ended up resting in his palm. And that’s where she stayed as he thrust until he’d scored a path for his entire cock into her pussy and his balls slapped her flesh.

  Then leaving her shoulders against the wall, he took a step back, putting her body at a forty-five degree angle to his. Her chest rocked with quick breaths. Her skin was smooth and flushed. Her body toned and supple. God she was gorgeous. And all his.

  All his.

  His gut fluttered. He didn’t understand the thrill of that. Or the drive to exploit it. But he’d have to think about that later because his body was out of patience.

  He pushed Faith’s head upright and closed his fingers in her hair until she winced. “Are you ready to scream, Faith?”

  Already panting, Faith licked the seam of her lips. And nodded.

  Grant pulled out, engaged his gluts and thrust. And his first free, rabid drive into Faith Nicholas was more glorious than his best fantasy. Smooth. Soft. Warm. Slick. And so fucking tight. Heaven. Absolute heaven.

  Faith’s hips hit the wall. The head of Grant’s cock slammed Faith. And she cried out, half shock, half pleasure.

  His second drive was euphoric, ending in another cry of pleasure from Faith along with a tight squeeze of her pussy.

  Grant put all of himself into his work, his mission, and this moment. Faith on display and at his mercy. Her perky tits rocking, her abdominal muscles flexing, his cock impaling her sweet pussy. Their bodies in perfect sync, striving for the same goal—mutual ultimate pleasure.

  “Ah, God, Grant—“ Her fingernails dug into his forearms and the sting added an edgy excitement. “Grant, fuck... So good.”

  Sweat slipped down his temple. It felt amazing. This was great sex. The kind that worked up a sweat when you didn’t notice because it so good it hadn’t seemed like work at all.

  Faith lifted to meet him and Grant put more power behind his thrust until his balls stung with each hit. And fuck that was good. Everything about this was good.

  He gritted his teeth and growled, picking up speed to satisfy Faith’s demands, which drove his own. Faster than he preferred. Damn woman. She fucked up his control.

  “Oh my God... Oh my God...” He half-laughed, half-cried the words, arching, head dropped back, every muscle in her beautiful body stretched tight. A sight Grant wished he could memorize. “Ah, fuck, Gra—“

  Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy cranked down on Grant’s cock so hard, his throat closed. His body broke and his orgasm slammed through him like a lighting crack. He lost his balance and put out a hand to catch the wall, wrapping his other arm around Faith and steadied them as they both floated back to baseline.

  Once Grant’s muscles released the last orgasmic quake, they gave. Still, he reluctantly pulled from Faith’s body, making a mental note to take her to bed next time so they could both sink into a comfortable mattress after. Then set her down. She wasn’t any more stable, using the wall to keep her up.

  He wrapped the condom in tissue from a box he’d pushed to the floor earlier and tossed it in the trash, then looked around at the mess he’d made. He scratched his head. “I’ll...clean this up in the morning.”

  “Holy. Shit.” Her whisper drew Grant’s gaze back. She was scraping a hand through her hair and pulling it off her face. A face flushed and relaxed, with a look of awe and shock in her eyes.

  He slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her neck. She pressed her cheek to his chest and ran her nails lightly up his side, sending tingles over his skin.

  Warmth and affection swamped Grant out of nowhere. “I can’t remember the last time it’s been that good.”

  She lifted her heavy-lidded gaze to his. “So it’s not just me?”

  He smiled. “Oh, it’s you baby.” He kissed her. Softly. Slowly. And sighed. “It’s definitely you.”

  Eight

  “Baby,” Grant called from the ground, “this is a fantastic view of your perfect ass, but I gotta tell you, you’re freaking me out.”

  She laughed and dropped her hand from the roof’s eve to press a hand to her stomach, aching from all the laughing she’d done with him today. And all the sexual gymnastics he’d put her through the night before. “Would you stop? I’m almost finished and it’s getting dark.”

  “You’re not almost finished,” he complained. “You still have the whole front, which includes three more gables. But you’re right about it getting dark. I swear my heart’s not going to make it through this. If you hurt yourself, you won’t be able to set up for the Winter—whatchamacallit.”

  “Winter Wonderland,” she corrected him for the third time.

  “I don’t care. Get your beautiful self down here. I’ll finish the rest.”

  Grinning, she hooked the end of the light string to the corner of the gable, then twisted to look down at him. He was standing at the base of the ladder, holding it stable with one gloved hand, aiming the video camera at her with the other. He looked adorable all bundled up in his parka, a knit hat warming his head, his dark hair sneaking out from underneath the edges, and a few days of scruff darkening his jaw.

  “You may have gotten away with telling me what to do last night,” she said, “but don’t expect that to continue during the day.”

  He lowered the camera with a big, bright grin cutting across his face. “Is that right?”

  “Yeah, that’s right. And you’d better be able to dub over that tape like you promised or all this effort is going to be wasted.”

  “Someone’s getting bossy,” he told her as she climbed down the ladder. “Sounds like she needs a spanking.”

  As soon as she got within his reach, Grant slapped her ass. Hard.

  Faith gasped. “Ow,” she half-laughed the complaint and shot a scowl over her shoulder. “You little—“

  Another crack stung her cheek. Her sex clenched and flooded with heat, shocking her.

  “No name calling,” he told her.

  Faith gritted her teeth against the flare of desire. This had been happening all day—these sudden, intense bursts of lust, erupting out of nowhere like the strike of a match. She’d chalked it up to residual hunger from their wicked night, a desire awoken from hibernation and greedy for fuel. And after a day of close proximity and teasing, she was seriously ready to do something reckless for a fix.

  She continued down the ladder, stopping a couple rungs from the bottom to turn to face him, eye-to-eye. He circled her in his arms and stepped close until their jacket-clad bodies pressed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked her hand across his rough cheek. “I may be laying down a few of my own rules tonight, Saber. So don’t get too comfortable with all this control.”

  “Mmm.” He set the camera on a higher wrung and squeezed her butt, pulling her closer. “I like the sound of that.”

  And he kissed her.

  The move had become familiar over the course of the day. He’d hatched this plan to film her rigging—what Grant called—Dwayne’s Christmas Fantasia during lulls in their sexual activity the night before. And later, after the store had closed and he finished with the high school hockey practice, he’d promised to show her how to take the video from camera to YouTube.

  Before Faith had even stirred from their non-stop night of bliss, Grant had repaired the broken pipe
in her basement, then driven into Ashville, the next largest city, to buy a video camera and video editing software. And he’d followed her with that damn camera all afternoon, recording non-stop.

  He’d also been touching her non-stop, kissing her non-stop and smiling non-stop. Her passion had built and built, filling her with an ache she wanted him to ease. And the way he was adding to that fire with his teasing, talented tongue wasn’t helping her ignore her desire.

  Faith slowly, reluctantly pulled from the kiss and stroked his jaw, running her thumb over his bottom lip. “Have I mentioned you’re the best kisser in the entire universe?”

  Grinning, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Maybe, but I doubt anyone could hear that enough.”

  His lips trailed over her cheek and down her neck. Faith hummed in pleasure. “Have I mentioned last night was the best night of my life, and that I can’t wait to get you naked again?”

  “Maybe,” he murmured against her throat, gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her hips against his, making her groan. “But tell me again.” He lifted his head, brushed her hair off her forehead and cradled her jaw. “Tell me in a way you haven’t told me before.”

  She sighed. Her gut ached. Her body yearned. Faith met his eyes. “Last night...opened a new chapter in my life. You make me feel...strong and treasured and beautiful in a way I’ve never felt before. You make me realize there’s more to life than Holly and St. Nicholas Hardware. I was starting to believe I wasn’t capable of handling things on my own. You changed that.”

  His devilish smile had softened into a look of surprise. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just searched her eyes. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “I...don’t know what to say. No one’s ever...”

  She shook her head and kiss him lightly. “Don’t say anything. You asked, I answered. Now let me go, so I can move the ladder. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get you back to bed. And I’m dying to get you back to bed.”

  She stepped to the ground and turned toward the ladder. Gripping the sides, she pulled it carefully away from the house.