Ride (Alpha Male Romance): In Between the Covers (Carolina Bad Boys #3)

by Rie Warren

  She stared at me for a heartbreaking moment before she reached up to cup my cheek in her hand. “I’m whole with you, Jase.”

  A thick choking sound preceded me crushing her to me.

  “You are so . . .” Ave’s words ran out for once as she kneeled down.

  “Stupid?”

  She pressed small kisses all over my face, lastly on my lips. “So honorable.”

  My gut clenched. All those women. Night after night. Premeditated fucks. Dollar signs and decimal points instead of names and phone numbers was what they added up to.

  “I’m not. Those women, they’re jobs. I don’t have fun. I fuck and get off ’em, get out.”

  Ave winced but stayed wrapped around me.

  “I’ll stop. It’s just you, it’s only ever been you, Ave. Just forgive me, forgive me, please.”

  “Yes. Always yes, Jase.” On her feet, she extended her hand. “Let’s clean you up, bruiser.”

  After she’d cleansed my hands in the bathroom, she unbuttoned my shirt. I shivered when she traced the muscled slabs of my pecs, a lone finger trailing through the line of brown hair that bisected my abs.

  Ave breathed a laugh when my stomach muscles contracted under her touch. Half-lidded and heavy, her blue gaze found mine. “Will you?”

  “Stop? Yeah, I said I would.” I shuddered through a long groan as she pushed the shirt from my shoulders.

  Ave stood back in her white shirt, which was my white shirt. Dropping her hands from me, she removed her pants and panties. My ears hummed. Blood rushed to my groin, engorging me. Her heavy, round breasts filled out my shirt in a way that made the masculine cut insanely fucking sexy.

  Ave touched the buttons of my jeans beneath which my cock stretched the faded fabric. “No, I meant, will you make love to me tonight, Jase?”

  Avery popped the top button free, and that time her hands were sure.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Avery

  JASE PICKED ME UP, which was a good thing because my knees gave out. In the bedroom—our bedroom—he set me on my feet.

  He sat on the edge of the bed. “Finish what you started.”

  A moan skipped from my throat. I kneeled between his wide-open thighs and thumbed the last three buttons of his jeans free.

  In a harsh voice, Jase said, “Take out my cock, Ave.”

  Oh God, this was what I’d wanted. Opening the jeans, my hand burrowed inside. He didn’t lift his hips or shift a muscle. He wouldn’t help me, I realized.

  Anticipation tightened my nipples into hard points and curled inside my belly. He groaned when I made contact, circling my fingers around his base. Oh my God, my fingertips didn’t meet around that thick shaft. Lying on his belly, his cock was irresistible.

  The backs of my fingers glided up and then down his long throbbing cock while Jase watched, his lips parted, his breath ragged.

  “Stop. Stop, Ave, or I swear to fuck, I’ll come right now.”

  With sudden violence—the best kind—Jase snapped forward and ripped my shirt open down the middle. “Better.”

  He bent me forward and sucked my nipples with long endless draws of his tongue and mouth.

  My hips circled in time with his teasing, biting sucks. I threw my head back, moaning uncontrollably. Jase released me. Riding his shaft within his fist, he wriggled free of his jeans. He flitted two fingertips across the clear liquid on the head of his cock and pushed them into my mouth.

  The taste, his taste was indescribable. Salty. Sweet. Musk and man. Addictive. It exploded on my tongue until I craved more.

  He returned to stroking. “Show me your cunt.”

  Those words alone tied me in tight knots only he could release. I brought one leg up, placing my foot on the covers beside his hip.

  He sat forward, his face nearly at the juncture of my thighs. His breath spilled across me, followed by teasing licks of his tongue up the insides of my thighs.

  “So wet. For me?”

  I nodded.

  A hungry groan tripped out of Jase’s mouth and across my flesh. He fell back on the bed, bringing me with him with my thighs in his hands. I landed on my knees, spread over his face. His thick brown hair hung in his deep brown eyes. He stared between my legs.

  My flesh was on fire. I felt empty. I needed something inside me. I was so wet I thought I’d drip onto his face.

  “Lower that sweet pussy slowly,” he gritted out. “I want to eat you. Want you to ride my face.”

  My stomach hollowed. My breasts thrust up. I pulled at my nipples, and Jase groaned. With slow undulations I brought my pussy to his mouth then sat up again.

  He snarled and swore.

  Using two fingertips, he lightly petted the thin blonde landing strip on my mound before he found the hood of my clit with the pad of his thumb. He pinched it and toyed with it. He lifted it to reveal the little pink nub bursting with feeling.

  He slathered the wetness from my slit up to my clit until it was berry red and so aching hot, I threw my head back. Intense desire rippled down my tummy, landing just inside my body, where I wanted him most.

  My hips were jerky, my breath, too, as I lowered myself over his face once more. Jase’s eyes widened and he licked his lips in eagerness.

  “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “I knew it. Pretty and perfect and pink as the rest of you.”

  I arched my back and sank down to his mouth, clinging to the top of the headboard as I did.

  His tongue drove inside me with no preamble. He wiggled it, moaning. He withdrew to lick up one side of my labia then the other only stopping to flick my clit from side to side. Blood rushed everywhere he touched. I swelled, becoming wetter.

  Jase reached up and cupped my breasts while I straddled his face. He thumbed and pinched and rolled my nipples until I trembled in exquisite agony.

  With wet suction and loud laps of his tongue, he dived back to my cunt, feeding on it, kissing my clit, dragging his tongue through my slit, making me drip until I was absolutely on fire.

  Letting go of the headboard, I grabbed his hair in both hands. My thighs shook. My toes curled. I planted myself over his mouth, held him against me, and rode his talented tongue the way I needed to.

  “Yes, come on my face, in my mouth. I need it. I want to feel it,” he mumbled against my hot flesh.

  A burning bright spot coalesced inside me. It tightened into a ball that grew from his furled tongue. It released in dazzling white sparks that shook me until I screamed his name.

  Jase didn’t stop. He didn’t wait.

  He sank me onto his lap and covered my mouth with his. His was wet with the taste of me and his lips were redder than ever. Coarse brown hair rasped against my thighs. With his hands on my waist, his tongue trailing along my neck, he dragged me back and forth against the silky hot rod of his cock.

  Bending his head, he went back at my nipples, sucking them until they were bright red cherries. One more lash from his tongue and I’d come again.

  “I’m gonna fuck these with my cock, too. Later. I can’t wait.” He hefted my breasts in both hands.

  “Please now, Jase.”

  “Yeah? Need me now?”

  A whimper, that was all I could utter, but he knew.

  He pulled me down to him and rolled us over.

  “Is this okay?” Jase stretched above me. Perfectly man.

  “Yes!” I cried out when his cock—the hard hot brand—thumped against my thigh.

  He quickly sheathed himself in a condom with an endearing quirk of his lips before he drew back. On his knees between my thighs, he slid two fingers inside me.

  “Want me here?”

  I curled my back off the bed with the need for more. I followed his fingers with my hips. “Yes.”

  His hair flopped into his eyes and I pushed it away. My head rested against the pillows, my legs spread. Our kisses were deep and drugging. When Jase lowered against me, I dug my fingers into his back and dragged them down to his flexing ass.

  He took me with
his thick, long cock at a slow pace that immediately put me on edge. He slowed even more, gazing into my eyes.

  “You feel so good.”

  I drummed my heels against his thighs, and he chuckled.

  “Slow, precious.” His hand fell to my hip.

  I could see, I could feel the way he entered me was with tenderness so vast it drew from a well of deep emotion, not just desire and need.

  “Feels like this should be my first time, Jase.” My lips strayed from his jaw to his mouth.

  He stretched all the way over me, filling me deep. “Then it is. I’m your first. Your first lover. And you are mine.”

  His words catapulted heat and hope inside of my heart.

  His thrusts gathered speed, and I shouted his name. I broke apart and came back together in Jase’s strong arms as his muscles rippled and his neck strained. He pumped into me, driving me higher than I’d ever been before. We came with wails and roars ripped from our throats, and bodies that hammered together and held on.

  My lips pressed to his, I breathed, kissed, gasped, “First love.”

  “Only love, Ave. My only love.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jase

  THE NEXT MORNING AVE’S bottom pushed against my hard-on. Because I hadn’t fucked her three times last night. She wriggled closer to me until her hair tickled my nose. She did it every morning without knowing it. I loved it.

  Her warm form, her naked body pressed against me as she scrunched her nose. Morning person, she was not. I loved the grumpy side of her, too.

  “Ave? Precious?” I spanned her waist with my hand, making sure she was completely cushioned against me as the throbbing curve of my cock laid between her thighs.

  “Hmm?”

  She rolled toward me. Her honey-gold hair was half over her face. I smoothed it back. She twitched her nose.

  Ave looked so perfectly peaceful in my arms, in our bed. Like an angel, with a seriously foxy side. I hated to rock the boat but I needed her to be sure. I needed her to be right with herself. We both had to start with clean slates.

  “I really think you should press charges against Duncan.”

  “I can’t.” She was instantly awake and struggling to cover herself with the sheets.

  I folded the blankets over her shoulders and her arms, arms that I caressed. “You can hide away from me any time you need to, Ave. I understand.”

  A path of tears slid down her cheeks as she looked at me, hugging the blankets closer, the way I wanted to hug her. “I don’t want to hide from you.”

  “It’s breaking my fucking heart to see you cry.” I pulled her hands between mine and brought them to my lips.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t. Jesus. Don’t. Never apologize to me.” I slid closer to bring her against me. “Is this okay?”

  “You don’t have to ask, Jase.”

  “Right now, I do. It’s what you deserve.”

  “I’m a mess.” Another bout of tears wracked from her.

  She’d been through the worst fucking thing anyone could survive. She’d done it alone.

  “I’m a mess, too. So we fit. A little fucked up, a little crazy, a little off-kilter, a whole lot in love.”

  “You’re ridiculous,” she sniffled.

  “In love.”

  “Yes. In love,” she sighed.

  “Remember what I said about your name?”

  “Again. Ridiculous.” Ave sat back on my lap. Her fingers feathered through my hair.

  “It’s not. You’re not. You are brave, Avery. You need to press charges against him.”

  “And what if he takes legal action against you for last night?”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I care. I care about you.”

  “Well, right back at you.”

  “Jase, I really don’t think I have the guts to go after Duncan like that.”

  I clasped her face between my hands. The blanket parted down her middle and she let it stay that way. “Yes, you do because I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  “I’ll do it, if you promise to stop selling yourself for money.”

  “That’s not even a question. It’s a done deal. I told you.”

  “How will you cope without them?”

  “Oh trust me, you’re more than a handful already.” I playfully squeezed her ass.

  “I’m not kidding, Jase.”

  Falling to my back, I stared at the ceiling. “It’s not about the sex, if that’s what you’re asking. It was never about the sex. I get off because I have to. Ah fuck, you don’t need to hear this.”

  “And you didn’t need to hear about Duncan, but I needed to tell you. And you need to let this go just like I did. I can take it, Jase.”

  “I let Cole drag me to some boring political function his mother hosted a couple years ago. It was filled with power-hungry people. A woman approached me. She made an offer. Sex for cash, money my father cut me off from. Easy money for an easy lay. It grew from there.” I rolled toward Ave. “I’ve always been safe. I always get tested. I never ever felt anything for them. The only person that matters is you. You have to believe me.”

  “I do. I believe you.” Sliding down beside me, Ave pressed her lips to my cheek, then my forehead, my other cheek, and finally my mouth. “I love you.”

  ****

  I’d cut off all my ties with my “clients”. I’d even tossed my cell phone and bought a new one. We’d contacted the Rape Crisis Center, and Ave and I had gone to the police to report her rape. Since there was no evidence, we didn’t know if charges would ever be brought against Duncan. At least not by the police, but we took the matter to the Student Conduct Office and hoped to get him expelled.

  We’d finished eating lunch a few days later and washed the dishes side-by-side. Ave did the drying while I did the washing. I flicked water at her. She dipped her hands into the sink and splashed me all down my front.

  “That’s it,” I growled. Scooping two handfuls of water, I made sure to get her nice and drenched.

  Her eyes narrowed. Mine widened. Unintentionally, I’d just made Ave look like the hottest contestant ever in a wet T-shirt contest. How happy was I she didn’t wear a bra that day?

  Fucking thrilled.

  Ave looked down at herself.

  I stalked to her.

  I wanted to bend her over and bang her right there so desperately my cock was instantly ready. She could tell. Her eyes sparkled as she stood her ground, and her cheeks flushed. But I stopped just short of making contact, returning to the sink to finish up the dishes.

  It was a Saturday, so we snuggled on the couch later, watching movies and eating popcorn when Ave switched off the TV.

  “Didn’t like that one?” I asked.

  “It’s not that.”

  I sat a little straighter. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Not quite.”

  Oh. I didn’t like the sound of that.

  “I need you to stop treating me like I’m fragile,” she said.

  “What?” I stared at her.

  “I’m not breakable. I’m not going to break. If what Duncan did to me didn’t destroy me then you can stop worrying about hurting me.” She moved her hand over mine and rubbed across my knuckles that had only just started to heal.

  “I didn’t realize I was treating you differently.”

  “You’ve been making love to me,” she accused.

  “What? Of course I have. You don’t like it?” I drew my hand away from hers.

  “That’s not it. I love it. I love the way you touch me, and move inside me, and make me come over and over . . .”

  Well, that was a relief. My cock thought so, too. It lengthened and filled out down the inseam of my jeans.

  “But I need you to treat me like you used to,” she continued in a husky tone. “A little rough. A lot dirty.”

  “I thought I was pretty dirty the first time.” I arched an eyebrow.

  “Hmm. Granted, but all those t
hings you said you’d do?” Then she began to tick off a list of all my fave Ave fantasies as I panted for breath. “You haven’t fucked my tits or bent me over the table or asked me to deep throat your cock.

  “Jase, I need you to fuck me.”

  I groaned low in my throat.

  She leaned in until her breasts pressed against my arm. I suddenly had trouble breathing, let alone thinking.

  “We’ve never fucked in the living room,” her voice dropped an octave.

  I nearly shot in my pants right then.

  “You know when I changed after you doused me in water earlier?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You should see what I’m wearing underneath now.”

  I stared at her with my lips parted.

  She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Would you like to see, Jase?”

  I nodded because that was all I was capable of.

  Ave slid off the couch and sashayed until she stood in front of me. With her hips swinging a little to the left, a little to the right—like a sex goddess in the flesh—she lifted her shirt over her head.

  I licked my lips.

  The bra, the one that barely contained her incredible tits, was very sheer, fire-engine red, and the cups were so low the tops of her nipples peeked out. I immediately leaned forward. Ave watched with a smile as I traced my fingertip over one aureole then the other. Her nipples tightened, and she laughed. I took two handfuls of soft flesh and squeezed.

  Ave moaned and tossed her head back. “You want to suck them?”

  “Yes.”

  “Go ahead, baby.”

  My growl was so hungry, but my mouth hungrier. I devoured her nipples one at a time with long deep pulls. Then I pushed her tits together and went to town on them both at the same time.

  Ave pulled back. “You almost made me come.”

  “Let me finish it, then.”

  “Don’t you want to see how wet you made me?”

  “Fuck yeah.” Did I ever. Was that a rhetorical question?

  Peeling off her jeans in graceful motions, Ave revealed her hips, her thighs, her long smooth calves but I didn’t get to see the sexy pièce de résistance until she kicked the jeans away and slowly straightened.