WILD RIDE (6 page)

Oh,
God.

Nate’s
body
.  He was so
big
.  So incredibly
powerful
.  And I
could feel the defined shape of his
immense
erection against my bare stomach. 
Oh, my God.
  Hot and wet and fiercely hard.  My heart was thudding in my
chest, and I felt the strong, glowing pulse of it where his body touched mine. 
Warm sensation pooled and gathered.  A little fire of slick arousal smoldered
between my legs.  Nate’s
touch
was the most maddening experience I’d
ever had.  I felt like, until now –
right now
– I’d been starved.  I
wanted to rub myself all over him, to feel more of this magical effect he was
having on me.  I wanted to eat him and drink him and
taste
him.  To take
him into my body.

Nate
was holding onto me.  His hands were on my arms.  His touch was like nothing I
had ever felt on this earth.  Just the sheer strength of him was stunningly
erotic.  His grip, forceful yet controlled, practically hummed with the power
of him. 
He’s so much stronger than you.  He could hold you against his
body, pin you down, force that big, straining cock deep, deep inside you.

He
gently placed me next to him, where there was a little ledge under the water,
like a seat.

“Fucking
idiot,” he mumbled towards Riley, who was now swimming around like a madman. 
“You all right?”

The
effect of Nate’s touch was more than electric.  Something in me had shifted.  Some
new, freakishly-strong craving had taken over.  Like he’d imprinted me with the
echo of his heat and I’d never be able to think about anything else until my
hunger had somehow been eased.  By him, for him, with him.  I was almost too
awe-struck to answer.  “Yes,” I managed.  “I’m fine.”

He
was even more good-looking, up close like this.  With his dark hair wet and his
brown skin jeweled with water-diamonds.  His face, without his hat and
sunglasses, was striking.  Mesmerizing.  Violet-blue eyes were rimmed with
thick eyelashes.  His features were bold and imperfect yet somehow perfectly
assembled, from the wide nose to the full, sensuous mouth.  He looked like a
Greek god, all tanned and sculpted and shimmery in the star-flicked night.

Nate
was watching me watch him, and his gaze was just as intense as my own.  He was
studying my face.  My mouth.  His eyes followed the wavy strands of my blond hair,
which hung down to barely cover the fullness of my breasts like a wet, lacy
veil.

“You
look like a mermaid,” he said softly, and that deep, velvety tone of his voice
caused the light pulse of my sex to swell and flutter even more.  I felt almost
uncomfortably aroused, tingling and hot.  Open.  “So beautiful,” he said, his
voice rasped.  Was it possible to come without even being touched?  If I’d
suffered from a lack of arousal my whole life, I was now having the opposite
problem.  If Nate were to touch me now, just the lightest, feathery touch,
anywhere on my body, I thought I would melt.  I was riding a mellow wave that
would crash violently, with passionate surges of beauty that would rock my
world in directions I’d never gone.  I could tell.  But I didn’t need to rush. 
It would happen.  It
was
happening.  His gaze was hot and hungry and he
was saying something else.  “Flawless.  The most exquisite vision I’ve ever
seen.”

So
the brooding, stoic Nate Walker was a romantic.  A sweet-talker.  For some
reason, I
loved
this.  It was a little unexpected.  And God knew I’d
never been talked to like
this
before.  Cal’s come-ons had always
sounded more crude than sexy.

Riley
was close by.  He was floating on his back, looking up at the sky, giving us
some time, splashing lightly.  The warm current of his movement washed gently
around us.

“You
sure about all this?” Nate asked me.

In
fact I’d never been more sure about anything in my whole life.  I felt more alive
and more feminine than I ever had.  I wanted to
show
him this, to
pleasure him with it, with
me,
to
give
as I took and felt and
basked in the pleasure he was already feeding me – such a strange, amazing
feeling.  “I’m sure,” I said.  But the question cast a wider net around our
circumstance.  It made me wonder about them, where they’d come from, who they’d
left behind.

I’d
suspected, in the past, that Cal might have cheated on me once or maybe more. 
There was nothing concrete about the evidence.  No lipstick on his collar or
receipts for dinners out.  Cal didn’t
do
dinner out, first of all.  And
he mostly wore t-shirts.  But I’d had a feeling a couple of times, that
something was up.  There had been one night when he’d been out late and didn’t
come home until the morning.  His phone had been turned off.  He’d smelled
different.  He’d
seemed
different, on some un-pinnable, existential
level.  Quieter, for a day or two.  More guarded.  He’d assured me he’d only
been drunk and stayed over at a friend’s place so he wouldn’t get DUI’ed.  I
believed him, mostly.  But it was something I wouldn’t have put up with and I
told him so.  I needed to be able to trust.

All
that barely mattered here and now.  But as much fun as I might have been
having, I really didn’t want to do that to someone else.  I didn’t want to be a
wife-stealer or a bit on the side.  Anyone who’d stepped into my life this morning
might have picked me for a slut or a whore.  In actual fact, I was anything
but.  All through my adolescence and young adulthood I’d been almost too prim
and proper for my own good.  I’d never even had sex until I was nineteen, even
though plenty of boys propositioned me.  I’d thought Cal might be different to
all those jocks who were only interested in one night stands.  It was that
offer of stability that had been too good to pass up.  Little did I know,
stability wasn’t all I thought it was cracked up to be.  Not Cal’s version of
stability, at least.

Clearly,
I’d chosen this day to step off the deep end of every normal consideration,
just once.  To live and lust and have fun for once in my goddamn life. 
Tomorrow I could go back to being neat and good and stable and hard-working. 
Or at least trying to be.  Tonight my wild abandon was a gift to myself.

But
I wondered.

“You
two don’t have sweethearts back in Sugar Land who are sitting at home waiting
for you tonight, do you?  Checking their cell phones, wondering what you’re up
to?”  It seemed almost impossible that they
didn’t
have some sweet
little thangs pining for them, or a whole slew of them, all across Texas,
crying into their pompoms.

“Nate’s
a –” Riley began in his light-hearted way, but then he caught himself, as
though registering that the topic at hand was anything but light-hearted.

I
didn’t push it.  We were getting into emotional territory now.  Until this
point, everything had been purely about the physical.

“It’s
all right,” Nate said.  “Go ahead and say what you were going to say, Riley.” 
But Nate was looking at me, and it was a look of steadiness, and admission.  He
was about to be honest with me, I could see that.  And, even though we were
strangers in the night with nothing between us but a good buzz and a very sexy
attraction, I appreciated it.

“Nate’s
a freebird, is what I was going to say,” Riley continued.  “As of two weeks
ago, when he walked out his girlfriend of two years.  As for me, there’s plenty
of girls checking their cell phones, wondering what I’ve been up to.  But not
one of them is expecting me to call.  They wish I would, but they know it
probably won’t happen.  Because I was up front about it from day one.”

All
right, so Nate was a one-woman man on the rebound.  And Riley was a
free-wheeling playboy.  I guess that would work for me.  Who was I kidding, I
could hardly ask them for their résumés and credit reports, and I hardly wanted
to.  But I liked that they’d been straight up about what was what.

“You
ever do anything like this before?” I asked them, and my question came out
quiet, shy-sounding.

Trust
Riley to forge through any awkward topic like a charging bull.  “You mean have
we ever been with the same woman?”

“Uh,
… yeah,” I said.

“Not
at the same time.”  Riley found the question immensely entertaining.  “But were
not averse to the idea tonight.  We’re young, we’re hot – and we’re rich,” he
smiled at me, laughing.  “And
you
, darlin’, are a fucking goddess.”  He
rolled a little, looking at the sky.  “It’s a full moon tonight.  And it’s
Lacey Callihan’s twenty-first birthday.  Let’s roll with it.”

That
made me smile a little.  The weight of what we were intending to do settled in
around me.  It was so crazy, so
taboo
.  But as the cool currents of
water caressed my naked body, and as I drank in and savored the outrageous
masculine beauty of the two of them, I knew I could trust them.  I knew I
wanted them, in whatever way they were prepared to give.

As
though sensing my unease, Nate held out the bottle of champagne and I reached
for it.  But he wouldn’t give it to me.  “Let me,” he said, sliding closer. 
Until his long, muscular thigh was flush against mine.

Oh.

The
heat
, the
hardness
.  Leeching into my body like a drug.   He fed
me the sparkling drink, touching his thumb to my bottom lip, like I’d done to
him.  He took it further, sliding his thumb just a little further into my
mouth.  I closed my lips softly around him, touching my tongue to him as his
eyes burned with a low, fierce heat.

“What
do you want, Lacey?” Nate said softly.  He was leaning closer, and my desire
flared.  The center of me was on fire.  I was throbbing from my knees to my
neck, wanting so much.  Too much, maybe, or not nearly enough.

“I
want you,” I whispered.

“You
want me to touch you.”  He said it like a calm, assured fact.  In his eyes I
could see his hunger but also a tenderness that was ten times more beautiful
than the lust.  “Show me where.”

Shyly
– which was probably a little ridiculous at this point – I touched my nipple. 
I fingered myself.  I gasped lightly as our eyes met.  The wave was building,
the sweet throb between my legs was rising.

“Touch
them both,” he commanded gently.  “Play with yourself.  Then offer yourself to
me.”

Oh,
God.
  His voice had some insane effect on me,
especially when he was barely stern like that.  I wanted to please him, and do
whatever he said.  I wanted to submit to him, in every way.  I played both
nipples, pinching the budded peaks until they were warm.

“You’re
so fucking pretty it hurts,” he said.  His breath thickened as he watched me.

I
cupped my full breasts, offering myself to him, as he’d asked me to do.

Slowly,
his large hands settled on my breasts, caressing the round weight of them,
brushing his thumbs against the hard peaks of my nipples until I could barely
breathe.  Even in the water, I could feel that my pussy was slick and hot,
almost uncomfortably engorged.  The throb was overwhelming, pulsing and
infusing my body with spreading, liquid warmth.  I leaned closer to him,
spreading my legs a little to ease the sensation.  I could smell him, the pure
masculine heat of him like an exotic elixir.

“I
want to kiss you,” I whispered.

“So
kiss me,” he said, pinching my nipples lightly.  His lips were parted.  His
breath was heavy.  And his mouth was so close to mine.

Oh,
God.
  I was almost there.  Already.  I was on
the cusp.

I
leaned closer and Nate’s strong hands slid down my hips to my thighs.  He
gripped me, supporting me as he eased me against his body.  I almost hesitated,
relishing the anticipation. 
I’m going to taste him.  He’s so achingly
beautiful.  So big and sexy.  So mind-numbingly male. 
My lips touched his
in a light, sensual brush.  He groaned and sank his tongue into my mouth.  I
sucked him deeper, sliding my tongue against his, so damn hungry for him I
could hardly stand it.  The soft sound he made was low and savage.  His eyes
were closed.  Slowly, deeply, he feasted on my mouth, like the taste of me was
almost overwhelming to him.  Like he couldn’t get enough.

It
was then I felt Riley’s hands sliding across my skin.

Oh,
my God.

Riley
was behind me, his chest against my back.  He leaned closer, so I was pressed
up against Nate, my breasts cushioned against the broad, hard surface of Nate’s
chest.  My nipples were so sensitive that the light abrasion of Nate’s
hair-roughened body caused me to moan and gently sway.  It was stunningly erotic,
being touched and pressed between these two hot, wet, magnificent men.

“You
are so fucking sweet,” Nate murmured into my ear.  “I want to taste you
everywhere, Lacey.  Do you want me to taste you?  Do you want me to kiss every
inch of that luscious, creamy little body?  To make you squirm and cry out and
come so hard?”

Nate
Walker was some kind of goddamn poet.  I kissed his mouth again, licking the
soft plumpness of his lips.  “Yes.  Yes.  That’s what I want.”

“That’s
a girl,” Riley said, leaning me back against him, smoothing my hair from my
face.  “Relax.  I’ve got you.  We’ll take care of you.”