Sweet Ride

by Moores, Maegan Lynn

  “Bath time,” I mutter against her lips. I feel her breath puff against my mouth and her naked body shivers as she presses against me. My hands glide across the hot, smooth skin of her back, and I wrap my arms tightly around her waist, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. I lower her down into the old-fashioned claw-foot tub until she’s completely immersed in the bubbles.

  “Joining me?” she asks, arching her eyebrows and biting on her lower lip.

  “Not this time, baby. I’ve got something to do. Lie back and relax. I’ll be back in a bit,” I say and can’t help but laugh as her teeth release her lip, and she pouts at me. Fuck, she’s stunning. I place a soft kiss against her pouted lip and reluctantly retreat from the bathroom.

  In the bedroom, I light a fire in the fireplace, turn off the lights, and head back to the living room. Knowing Payton’s wet, ready, and waiting for me in the bathroom, I’m going to make this call and head back to her as quickly as possible. Digging my phone out of my jeans pocket I hit speed dial and wait for an answer.

  Dag’s been MIA for over a week now. How surveillance could lose him, I’ll never fucking know, but with him gone, we’re no closer to finding the missing gun shipment. And knowing that he’s still interested in Payton doesn’t make me rest easy. Fucker’s lucky that D.W. ordered me to back down, or I’d probably be rotting in prison right about now.

  “We got nothing,” is the response I receive from Devon.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me. We finally find out who the fucking supplier is, and ATF loses him after less than a month. How the hell did he give them the slip when there’s a team practically sitting on him?” I hiss.

  “Fuck if I know,” he responds.

  “I’m out of town for a couple of days. Keep me posted if any news comes in,” I tell him.

  “Jack, don’t have a coronary if I say this, but are you sure Payton doesn’t have anythi—”

  “Don’t even finish that fucking question,” I snap at my soon to be ex-partner, if he doesn’t fucking cut this shit out.

  “I’m just saying that it’s pretty fucking obvious that he knows he’s being tailed. Just making sure she’s not using you to send info back to Diego.”

  “Jesus Christ, how often am I going to have to go over this with you, Devon? Payton’s innocent. Leave her the fuck out of it. Got it?” I growl. I don’t get a response. “If I hear any more shit from you about her, I will not hesitate to have our partnership dissolved.”

  “You can’t be serious. We’ve been partners for eight years, Jack. You’d really throw that all away for pussy?”

  “I’m dead fucking serious. Do not test me, Devon. She’s not just pussy, she’s my fucking everything, and I won’t stand back while you tear her apart. She’s been through enough in her life. Back the fuck off,” I warn him before hanging up.

  I log on to my work email through my iPhone and see a message with the subject ‘Boston Trio.’ Opening the attached file, I quickly scan over the info that was forwarded to me. Those fuckers have been busy since high school. They better enjoy their freedom while they can. I smile at the thought of being the one to take them down.

  A creaking sound coming from the bedroom captures my attention. I’m guessing bath time’s over. I walk back toward the bedroom, and when I walk through the door, my heart literally stops beating. All the blood is currently heading straight to my cock at the sight before me.

  Payton’s naked and kneeling on the bed, her hands resting on her spread upper thighs, looking sexy as fucking hell. She’s still wet from her bath and the light flickering from the fire reflects off of her still damp skin.

  “How do you want me?” she asks, breaking me out of my daze.

  “What?” I ask.

  “How do you want me? On my hands and knees, bent over the bed, or maybe riding you? The possibilities are endless, Jack baby. You can have me anyway you want me. The choice is yours,” she purrs seductively.

  Any other day, I’d probably fuck the shit out of her if she said those words to me, but not tonight. I want to make sweet, slow love to her, and I want to feel her underneath me when I make her fall apart.

  “Under me,” I tell her. The sultry smile on her face instantly drops.

  “Any way, but that way,” she chokes out. She looks like she’s on the verge of breaking down.

  Not wasting any time, I undress and stalk toward the bed. She backs away as I kneel on the mattress and crawl toward her. “Jack, please not that,” she pleads, sounding panicked.

  My arm spans the distance between us as my hand grips her wrist, pulling her body against mine—skin against skin. Sitting back on my haunches, my calloused hands glide down her curvy sides to her thighs and shift her body so that she’s straddling my thighs. I grip the base of my cock with one of my hands and my other arm returns to her waist, keeping her in place.

  “Are you on birth control?” I ask. Please God, saying fucking yes, I think to myself.

  “Yes,” she mumbles.

  “Wanna take you bare,” I tell her. “Don’t want anything separating us. I need to feel you, beautiful.” I see a momentary look of panic again, but thank fuck she nods her head.

  “I’m scared, but I need that, too, baby,” she responds through a raspy breath.

  Gazing down her body, I watch as I guide my painfully hard cock into her tight, wet heat. She whimpers from the sensation of the slow slide of my cock rubbing against her swollen clit. A low rumble escapes from deep down in my chest when I’m completely buried inside of her. My hips still, and I nestle my face into the side of her neck, taking a few seconds to calm myself down. If I don’t, this is going to end before it even begins.

  Payton doesn’t give me the chance to move because she beats me to it. She starts raising and lowering herself onto my shaft. I fight the urge to piston my hips up and ram into her body, but that’s not how I want this to go. As she grinds her hips against my groin, my fingers tug at her pebbled nipples. I dip my head down and suck one of her hard tips while my fingers continue to toy with the other one. Then I switch it up. She lets out a throaty moan against the top of my head, and her fingers tangle in my hair. Oh shit, I’m going to come if I don’t stop her. My fingers dig into her hips stopping her from moving.

  “Look at me,” I softly command. Her lustful eyes lock onto mine, and our lips brush against each other.

  “Do you trust me?” I whisper against her mouth. Her head nods slightly, but I can still see the doubt in her eyes. “I will never hurt you, baby. You can trust me,” I say, trying to ease her doubts.

  She looks me dead in the eyes and responds by whispering, “I trust you.”

  With that, I manage to flip her on her back without our bodies losing contact. Her legs automatically fall farther apart so that I can rest comfortably between her thighs. My hands grab her calves, bringing her legs up so that they’re tucked to my sides. A small whimper escapes from her lips.

  When I look back up at her beautiful face, I feel like doing something I haven’t done in a long fucking time—and that’s crying. My heart breaks when I see the fear in her eyes looking back at me. The tears slowly falling from her eyes, down her temples, into her hairline. Underneath me, I can feel the muscles in her body tense.

  “Shh, Payton. It’s okay,” I say soothingly, kissing her throat, jawline, and cheekbones.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” she cries out, tears still flowing. My thumbs swipe at the tears falling.

  “Don’t be afraid of me.”

  “I’m not afraid of you. It’s the weight of your body on mine that’s scaring me. My first memory after being drugged was waking up with this heavy weight on my chest. I couldn’t do anything while they pinned me to the bed. I was helpless. I don’t think I can handle…”

  “Sei tutto per me,” I whisper in her ear. “Senza di te non sono niente,” I softly say against her lips, pulling back I look her dead in the eyes and continue with, “Ti voglio, bella.”

  Her bo
dy starts shuddering with a quiet laughter at the same time she’s crying. “I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded beautiful. Not only am I scared, but now I’m confused and turned on,” she admits. Here I thought I was being all romantic by speaking in Italian. Well here goes nothing. English it is.

  “You are my everything,” my lips glide along her mouth. “Without you, I am nothing.” Her tongue lashes out, nervously licking her lower lip. I place a soft kiss on that exact spot and say, “I love you, beautiful.”

  “You love me?” she asks, doubting my declaration.

  “When I first saw you, I wanted to kiss you. When I first kissed you, I wanted to claim you. When I first claimed you, I wanted to love you. I have fallen so deeply in love with you, I’ll never be the same man again. You have effectively ruined me.” Please get the picture, baby. I really need you to understand that this is it for me, I think to myself.

  “Oh, Jack, I love you, too. I have for a while now, but I was afraid you’d leave me when you found out how messed up I am.”

  “Baby, you can’t get rid of me that easily. You’re stuck with me,” I say, kissing her again, this time she kisses me back. “I need to make love to you, Payton. Like this, and I promise I won’t hurt you. Just give this a chance. That’s all I ask. Trust me to make it good for you.”

  “I need this, too, and I really do trust you, Jack,” she mutters against my lips before devouring them. I feel the vibration of a groan from the back of her throat as I gently start to rock into her warm, welcoming body. My arms wrap around her torso, hugging her body close to mine. I crave the feeling of her soft skin against mine.

  I pull out leisurely and push back in, over and over again, deliberately rubbing my shaft against her sensitive clit. She trails her mouth down my neck and gingerly bites at the skin between my neck and shoulder. My movements begin to ramp up in speed and I can feel my climax approaching when her bite becomes harsher. Who knew that biting would turn me on so much? I feel her inner muscles flutter as she clamps her teeth down on my neck breaking the skin. Knowing that in her own way she’s marking me excites me to no end. The combination of the erotic bites and her pussy gripping my cock sets me off like a rocket.

  “Oh God, baby!” I shout out against her breast. Her back’s arching against the bed as she rides out her orgasm. Payton only releases a quiet whimper as she hits her release. She’s surprisingly quiet, considering I know she can get pretty vocal when she comes.

  I push my torso up off of her, resting on my elbows on either side of her body. I watch her and notice she has her eyes closed, a smile spreading across her face. She looks like she’s finally at peace with herself. Once recovered, she graces me with the appearance of her chocolate brown eyes as she slowly opens them, staring back at me.

  “That was beautiful, Jack,” she murmurs. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and so loved.”

  “I plan on doing that every day,” I say, rolling on my back and taking her with me. She throws her leg across mine, wraps her arm around my waist, and lays her head against my chest. As my hand strokes the soft skin on her back, I can hear her breathing start to slow and steady. She’s going to fall asleep. “Sleep, baby,” I whisper against her head.

  “’Kay,” she mumbles quietly, so quietly I almost can’t hear her.

  I lay there for hours just reveling in the fact that I’ve found a woman to love again and that she returns my love. Life couldn’t get any fucking better. I fall asleep to the soft sounds of my girl’s breathing.

  Chapter 20

  Girl’s Night Out

  We arrived home from the cabin early this afternoon. I really didn’t want to leave because I couldn’t stop making love with Jack now that I know how it can be. He managed to turn one of my worst fears into one of my new favorite past-times. Sex was always something I just did, going through the motions, but now it’s something I feel, and I can’t keep my hands off him and he’s the same with me. God, but I love this man.

  Jarring me back to today is Ella’s ringer.

  “Hey, chickie,” I answer.

  “Hey, Payton. How was the cabin?” she asks. I don’t really know if they care that I used it or not.

  “It was amazing, Ella. I’m sorry I went there without asking you first. I know that was a dick thing to do, but I remembered that I had the key, and I just had to go. I needed to get away from everyone, but I should’ve asked you.”

  “It’s fine. We were all so worried about you when Jack woke up and you were gone. Luckily, Jack’s a cop and had the resources to find you. But I guess if he didn’t, at least your mom called and told us where you were. Is she coming out here?” she asks.

  “She can’t get time off of work. Apparently there’s some kind of big case going on at the law firm, and all the support staff has to be around to help. But she said that as soon as it’s over, the whole family will be out,” I tell her. Honestly, I can’t wait to see them all, especially my mom. I miss her so much, and I know she’s concerned about me.

  “Really! Yay! I can’t wait to see all of them, too!” Ella squeals into my ear.

  “I know. I can’t wait to see them. I really miss her and Daddy-O. Have you been talking to Evan? How is she?” I ask.

  “When I was talking to her, she was doing really good—just worried about you. She understands why you did what you did, Payton. She also wants you to know that he never forced her to do anything; it was consensual. Your mom said she’s more grossed out with herself for sleeping with him after finding out what he did to you.”

  “I feel awful. I know it’s not my fault, but she’s my baby sister. If I didn’t leave Boston, this would’ve never happened.”

  “That could’ve happened if you lived there or not. This is why you need to start talking to someone, too.”

  “I know. Jack’s made an appointment for me to see a therapist today. She’s apparently the best money can buy.”

  “You’ve got a good man there, you know that, right?” she asks.

  “Yeah, I do, and I love him,” I finally tell her and wait for her reaction.

  “About fucking time you admit it. Have you told him?”

  “Yeah, and he loves me.”

  “OH MY GOD! This calls for a celebration! Seeing as we didn’t get to do our last girls’ night out because Harley got a stomach bug, how about doing it this Thursday? What do you think?” she squeals.

  “Fuck yeah, I’m game for that. Where do you want to go?” I ask.

  “How about Wilde Ride? Is Jack working? Ryder will stay home with the kids, especially if I’m going to our bar.”

  “I think Jack might be working Thursday night. It’s a date.” I freaking love girls’ night out and it has been so long since we had one.

  “Okay then, Thursday night at Wilde Ride. I should go. I can hear Hendrix crying. Love you, Payton,” Ella says.

  “Love you too, Ella,” I return, hanging up the phone.

  I look at my watch and realize it’s almost time for my appointment. I run into the bathroom and start getting ready. I’m really nervous about this—having to tell someone you don’t know all of you deepest and darkest secrets. Jack says she won’t judge me, but I think she will. I promised him I would try this, and I intend to because it’s what I want. I need to get better. I want to go back to being me. With that in mind, I’m going to do this, and I’m going to work hard at it.

  I start laughing when I hear my phone playing Jack’s ringer. It makes me recall the day that he brought me to his father’s fishing spot and how he kept calling my phone just to hear my ringer. Realizing I need to answer it, instead of thinking about him, I pick it up.

  “What took you so long to answer?” he asks, chuckling.

  “I was thinking about the day you kept calling my phone everywhere we went,” I say, laughing back.

  “Yeah, well that ringer turns me on thinking about you touching yourself. I’ve seen you do it, but trust me, it’ll never get old to watch. Back to the point, though,
before I come over there and love you to death … are you ready for your appointment? I thought I’d take you to your first one, and then if you’re comfortable with that, I can take you to every one after. I want you to know I’m here for you as you’re going through this whole process.”

  Wow. I love that he wants to be there for me like that, but right now, I think I love the whole love me to death idea more. Fuck, now I’m horny, and I have to go and see some stuffy doctor.

  “How about you come here first, and we have a quick love-making session before you bring me to my appointment? I don’t think I can last until after the appointment because you’ve got me all worked up again,” I say seductively.

  “Is anyone home?”

  “No, just me. What do you have in mind, big boy?” I ask.

  “Take off all your clothes and sit on the edge of your bed. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he says then hangs up. I run to my room, strip off all my clothes, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him. After a minute or two the need is almost too much, and I can’t wait any longer.

  I lick my fingers and start playing with my painfully hard nipples, rubbing circles and pinching them. When that doesn’t alleviate the throbbing desire between my thighs, I take one hand and place it on the focal point of my ache. I start rubbing slow and tantalizing circles, panting and moaning—so close to my release.

  “Holy fuck, baby, I almost came in my pants just watching you like that,” he says with his shirt off and jeans undone. Yum.

  “Get over here, Jack. I needed the beast like five minutes ago,” I moan out.

  He walks over to stand in front of me, and I pull his faded light blue jeans down over his hips and take him in my hand. I love his cock. I see the bit of pre-cum on the tip, and I lean in and lick it off.

  “Fuck, Payton, we don’t have time for that. You know I want to stay here and fuck you all day,” he grits out.

  Pulling away from me, he pushes the top half of my body back on the bed, then pulls my legs to the end and lifts them in the air, spreading them as far as they can go before slamming into me in one amazingly hard thrust.