And then his hand was back, covering her wet center. He didn’t test her or stroke a few fingers through her lips. She didn’t need that anyway. Instead, he plunged into her with three fingers at once.
Emily screeched, a sharp noise that filled the room with its echo as she bucked her hips up into his touch.
Rider fucked her hard with his fingers. His thumb landed on her clit and rubbed. There was nothing gentle about the way he forced her to heel to him. “You’re mine, Em.” His voice was stronger now. “Do you understand?”
She didn’t break his gaze. It wasn’t allowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lower lip.
Rider thrust his fingers deeper and held them there, his thumb pressing into her clit with agonizing force. “Say it, Em,” he said, louder this time.
“I’m yours, Rider. Please…”
He released her completely and jumped from the bed. As he tore off his clothes, he kept his eyes on hers. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Religiously?”
“Of course…Sir.”
“May I?” He gripped his cock with one hand and stroked it from the base to the tip like he always did when it was finally free.
She nodded.
“Emily, talk to me. Use words. May I please fuck you without a condom? I’m clean. I have medical records to prove it.”
“Yes, Sir. Please, just do it.” She reached out a hand even though there was no way she could touch him from where she lay on the bed.
“Flip over, Emily. Get on your hands and knees.”
She struggled to get her limbs to obey, but finally managed to follow his instructions.
He climbed back onto the bed and stroked his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He gripped the flesh there hard, molding it roughly with his palms. And then he was between her legs, forcing them open wider and lining his cock up with her entrance.
She’d never wanted anything so bad in her entire life. She swayed toward him, pleading with her ass for him to fuck her.
And Rider didn’t disappoint. He thrust into her so fast, he knocked the air out of her lungs. The force of his cock caused her to lean forward, away from him. But he hauled her back with his hands on her hips and pulled almost out before entering her again.
Emily was completely consumed. All she knew was the way his cock rubbed against her channel, the feel of his fingers digging into her hips, and the noises coming from his mouth with each thrust.
She moaned into the mattress as her arousal grew. She needed more.
“Touch yourself, baby. Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
She easily extricated one hand from where she gripped the sheets by her face and lowered it to stroke her needy nub.
“So good, baby. God you’re amazing.” Rider didn’t ease up. He continued to take her with more stamina than she could imagine possible.
Emily pinched her clit between two fingers and let it roll against her skin. She wanted to come so bad. And she was so close.
“That’s it, baby. Feel my cock inside you. Keep stroking yourself.” He moaned then. “Your pussy feels so damn good against my bare skin. I’m not going to last.”
She wanted to come with him. She knew he was waiting for her, even though he didn’t say so.
His hand joined hers, stroking around her clit, spreading her moisture. And then his touch disappeared, just as fast. A moment later she knew why when his wet fingers hit her tight hole and circled the entrance.
She squirmed, but he held her tight with his other hand on her hip. “Let me in, Em. Relax for me. It will feel so good.”
She heard his words and took in their meaning, knowing it would be good just like he said, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Her rear hole wasn’t accustomed to allowing entrance. It balked at the idea.
Rider slowed his thrusts. He pressed his finger against her hole and held it there. “Trust me, Emily.”
She did trust him. This wasn’t something of her choosing. It was her body’s reaction, not chosen by her brain.
He increased the pressure, and she held her clit firmly with two fingers, pinching it. Suddenly she wanted him inside her so badly she released her clenched butt cheeks and loosened her muscles.
Rider didn’t hesitate. He entered her with his thumb between one breath and the next.
Emily stiffened once against around the intrusion.
But when Rider increased his thrusts and stroked in and out with his thumb, her knees almost gave way. Her orgasm slammed into her so fast, she never had a chance to hold it back.
Rider picked up his pace as she came around his cock, her pussy and her ass grasping at him, pulsing around him, working to pull him deeper. He came then, right behind her, his come filling her pussy, reminding her how good it felt to have sex without a condom.
When he was spent, he eased her flat onto the bed, falling on top of her. His cock remained lodged inside her pussy while his thumb pulled out to make way for his torso. He kissed the side of her face, nosing her hair out of the way. “Mine.”
She moaned. It sounded so right when he said it. It also scared the fuck out of her. He spoke as though he possessed her. And in a way he did. She couldn’t stop it from happening. But that didn’t change the fact that she was scared out of her mind about the implications.
“Rest, baby,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.” His hands were all over her, rubbing up and down her body. He slowly pulled his cock free of her and lowered himself to her side, one leg tossed over her and one hand spread across her back.
Emily could do nothing but concentrate on breathing. How was it that he stole her brain cells every time he fucked her like this?
After several long minutes, Rider whispered in her ear. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get you something to drink and clean you up.” He kissed her cheek.
She couldn’t move a muscle to confirm she understood.
The next thing she knew he was next to her again. He gently rolled her onto her back and pressed her legs apart. A warm washcloth hit her sensitive skin, making her flinch and attempt to close her legs.
“Shh, baby. Let me take care of you.” He held her open and continued until he was satisfied. And then he tossed the cloth to the floor and climbed up her body. He kissed her lips so reverently, she almost cried. “Okay?”
She nodded.
“Thirsty?”
She nodded again.
Rider slipped to one side, grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table, and held her head up so she could take a sip.
She felt helpless. He drained her of all ability to function when he fucked her like that. It was unnerving. “Why?”
He set the water down as she watched his movements. When he was once again settled at her side, his limbs wrapped firmly around her, seeming to blanket her entire body, he brushed her hair from her face and smiled. “I’m not sure which of about a dozen things you’re asking about. Why did I come here? Because I couldn’t stand another minute without you. I was a jerk for insisting I didn’t need or want you. Why does your body and soul respond to me the way it does? I have no idea, but I’ll thank God every day that it does.” He leaned closer to her ear. “Why are you so worn out after I take you hard like that? Because your body needs to recover after an intense submission. It drains you. It’s totally normal.” He lowered his voice more. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”
And then she slipped into the night…
Chapter Fourteen
Rider stared at Emily for so long, his eyes burned. She was so beautiful at rest. Her hair spread out around her like a halo, her lips parted just enough to let deep breaths slowly work their way in and out. Her limbs relaxed so completely she didn’t seem to realize he was caressing her skin. And he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
At some point he must have drifted into sleep himself because the next thing he knew the sun was in his eyes and h
e was alone in Emily’s bed.
He blinked against the light, unable to move more than his head yet. He could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of coffee wafted through the entire house. He needed some of that coffee so bad, it motivated him to lift his body off the mattress and sit on the edge. It was a start.
Suddenly, Emily filled the doorframe, stopping his heart. She was gloriously naked and held a steaming cup in both hands. The smile on her face made him want to freeze frame the image for the rest of his life. When she moved, she broke into his perfect world and made it better.
He smiled back at her. “God that smells divine.”
“Thought you might think so.” She handed him the mug.
“I hope you have more than this because one cup will maybe bring me to stand, but I won’t be able to leave the room.”
“There’s a whole pot, and if that’s not enough, I can make more.” She spread her legs and straddled one of his knees, inching closer to him as he sipped the coffee. The heat of her pussy branded his thigh.
He shifted the mug to one hand and wrapped his other around her waist, hugging her closer. “Mmm. That’s good. Bless you.”
“You’re welcome.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You showered.” Her hair was damp and she smelled like whatever girly soap she used.
“You slept hard.”
“You wore me out.”
“You nearly killed me.” She giggled, and he loved the sound so much, his cock hardened.
He leaned back to meet her gaze. His heart beat wildly. For the first time in his life he wanted to possess a woman as his own. This one in particular. The one staring down at him with love in her eyes.
Finally, she broke the moment. “I have some things I need to tell you.” She eased out of his embrace, leaving him exposed.
“Okay.”
“In the living room.” She backed up as she spoke. He followed her every movement, her breasts jiggling with each step. “You coming?”
He nodded and pulled himself to standing, taking another deep gulp of coffee. “I think I can walk.” He stepped forward. “Let me take a quick shower?”
“Of course.” She left him there, turning to saunter from the room. Her scent remained, filling the air and making him take deep breaths.
Who knew it could feel like this to give himself up to a woman’s wiles?
Rider took a few strides to the bathroom and flipped on the shower, eager to make his way to the living room to hear what Emily had to say.
He chuckled as he used her shampoo and soap, wondering what the guys at the gym or the station would say if they smelled him. He really should have gone to the gym, but it was already too late to avoid a ribbing from The Fight Club, even if he left now, which he had absolutely no intention of doing.
When he was done in the bathroom, he tugged his jeans over his hips and zipped them up, but left the button hanging open. Hopefully at some point in the near future he would find a reason to kick them back off.
Emily stood in the kitchen when he came around the corner. She was on her tiptoes, reaching for something on a shelf above her head. And she wore his black T-shirt.
She took Rider’s breath away for the millionth time, her sexy legs extending out from the hem of his shirt, her glorious long curls hanging down her back.
He approached slowly, not wanting to break the moment and spoil the view.
She either didn’t hear him, or she chose to pretend she didn’t. Either way, he managed to slip up behind her after she’d planted her feet back on the floor. He wrapped one arm around her middle, set his mug on the counter, and nuzzled her neck. “I like you in my shirt.” He paused. “I like you better naked, but if you must wear something, this works.”
He reached below the hem to cup her ass with his free hand. “What? No panties? Did you run out?”
She giggled again. “Nope. Saving a few pairs back for another day. I’ll chose a day when I want to torment you mercilessly.”
“Torment me? Woman, if I catch you wearing panties, all the tormenting will be on you.” He kissed her neck, trailing a line up to her ear until she shivered. “You liked having your ass spanked, didn’t you?”
She sucked in a breath.
He grinned against her neck. He didn’t need an answer. Finally, he pulled away reluctantly. “Talk to me, baby.” He stepped back.
She took a deep breath and turned around. “Okay.” She nodded toward the living room. “Let’s sit down.”
He motioned for her to lead the way with one hand and followed her to the couch. Emily took a similar position as she had last night when he’d arrived, tucking her legs under her and crossing her arms at her chest. This must be serious. “What is it, baby?”
She sighed. “About six months ago my sister died. She was a drug addict. She overdosed alone in her apartment.”
“Oh, God, baby. I’m so sorry.” He reached for her, but she held up a hand.
“Let me get this all out. It’s hard for me.”
He relented, setting his hand back in his lap and giving her space.
She plowed on. “I don’t like to talk about what happened. In fact I haven’t talked to anyone except Virginia about anything related to Claire since she died. Not even my family.”
Rider let his gaze skip toward the mantel. “Is that her in the picture?”
“Yes.”
“You look alike.”
“We did. Yes. But we weren’t similar. Claire was always a free spirit. She drove my parents nuts with worry. She’d been using for a few years.”
“Is this what you were discussing with Dave last week?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. Apparently there was more. “Originally when I went to Extreme it was under the pretense of figuring out what happened to Claire. I was on a warpath, determined to find out who sold her drugs.”
“Wait. You thought someone at Extreme sold her drugs?”
Emily nodded. “Just listen.” She licked her lips. “Virginia was the one to help me clear out Claire’s apartment after she died. We went through her things and sold or donated most of it. I kept all the paperwork from her desk, stuffing it in a box to bring back here. I found her day calendar under a stack of papers in her drawer and read through it. She had the name Extreme penciled in to several days every month.
“I had no idea what kind of club it was until Virginia Googled it and told me. That still didn’t eliminate Extreme as the most likely place in my mind Claire must have been getting her drugs.”
Rider nodded, encouraging her to go on.
“V agreed to go with me. She’s more outgoing than me, and once we got there I was glad to have her with me. She was far more successful at mingling and getting to know people. I was—”
“Planted in that booth as though it needed your assistance so it wouldn’t float away.”
“Exactly.”
“There’s no way your sister was getting drugs from anyone in Extreme.”
“I know that now.” She nodded. “Hell, I knew that the first time we went there. It was immediately apparent the place was dry. No drinking. No drugs. No one could come in drunk or high.”
Rider nodded. “That’s right.”
“Anyway, Virginia asked a few people if they knew Claire. No one responded in the affirmative, but your friend Dave apparently happened to be one of the people she questioned.”
“What did he do?”
“He kept an eye on me, worried about what I had in mind.”
“Rightfully so. Baby, that’s dangerous territory trying to play detective when you have no training or a gun.”
“I know.” She nodded. “And if I had any doubts, Dave set me straight last Friday. He remembered Claire and looked her up both at the police station and then at the club. She was there the night she died, earlier obviously, but she’d shown up high, and Harper turned her away with a warning.”
Rider nodded. “He would.”
“So, I
guess she went home, did several lines of coke, and stopped breathing.” Emily took a deep breath. “That’s about it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s complicated, but it’s not something I like to run around advertising. ‘Hey, my name’s Emily and my sister died of an overdose. You wanna hang out?’ It’s embarrassing and personal and scary and sad all at once.”
Rider lifted himself and moved across the couch until he was touching her. He took her face in both hands. “Baby, I can see where you would want answers, but playing detective is not the way to get them. Let the cops handle it.”
“You know as well as I do the cops have shelved her case and have no intention of looking into the death of a known drug addict who died in her apartment.”
He hesitated and thought about his next words. “You’re correct, to a certain extent. The police aren’t out roaming the streets to find the dealer for a dead woman. However, they do keep a log of every person who crosses their path, dead or alive, noting where they’ve been, where they were found, and when. They add all those parts together over time in hopes to narrow the area where the dealer must be located.
“In addition, most of those dealers are already under surveillance while the police gather as much intel as they can to take them down. It won’t do any good to snatch them off the street if all they’re going to do is release them again in a few hours. They want to take them out permanently when they pick them up. And to do that, they need a mountain of evidence first. Claire would be part of that evidence.”
“I see.” She hardly blinked as he spoke.
Rider’s chest hurt for her. He pulled her into his embrace. “I’m so sorry, baby. That sucks royally. I’m sure you miss her terribly no matter how close you were.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for telling me.” He pulled her back to meet her gaze once more. “Is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you let me look through the box of papers you brought back, and I’ll see if anything stands out to me?”
“Would you?”
“Of course.” He furrowed his brow. “I’m a cop. I’m your cop. And I’m a pretty good guy most of the time. If your sister died of an overdose and I can help, I’ll do everything I can to ease your mind.”
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