Wildfire Hurricane (A Ryder Boys Novel Book 1) (17 page)

Chapter 17

Simone and Dash leaned back against the hard wall, holding hands and waiting. Hot needles pricked the backs of her thighs and her knees throbbed. Some people got up and walked around, but she stuck close to Dash, holding him and shifting positions whenever a limb fell asleep. She’d wanted to keep making out with him, but Forrest would have none of it. The man actually told them to get a room.
Newsflash, asshole, no getting out of here.

Dash tilted his head close to her and whispered. “I keep wishing for more time with you.”

“Me too.” They’d missed out on so much, not only in the past thirteen years, but their future appeared to be over already.

“We only knew each other as horny teenagers. We never got to learn all the adult things couples should know about each other.”

“You mean like mature adult movie rating things?” She leaned close on one hip and tucked her legs beneath her.

His gaze followed her movements, traveling from her bent knees to her pressed-together thighs. “Exactly.” A wicked light danced in his eyes.

Her lower abs fluttered. “Go on.”

“Like how you taste.” He licked his lips.

An image of his face nestled between her legs popped into her head. “You tasted me last night, and just a few hours ago.”

Dash’s eyes narrowed. “Work with me here. These are things we never did in high school, things we should’ve been doing together if life hadn’t ripped us apart.”

She hadn’t meant to argue with him, but damn if that scowl hadn’t made her panties damp. “Okay, got it.”

“I mean, hell, I’m a pro at eating pussy.” The wickedness took over his grin. “But I’d much rather be an expert at making yours drip for me.”

She shifted, allowing the hot wetness to escape. “You’re making progress.”

“I know.” He peeked over her shoulder at Forrest snoring a foot and a half away. “I planned to do it the night Mal played his prank.”

Her simmering lust turned to rage, and she jammed her fist on her hip. “Is that what he called it?”

“Forget about him.” Dash clamped his hand over her mouth and lowered his voice. “I had a sleeping bag in the back of my truck, unzipped and spread out like I’d planned to do to you.”

Simone made a mental note to throat punch Mal if she ever saw him again. “I’d planned on giving you a blow job you’d never forget—hands, tongue—for as long as you wanted.”

“Don’t distract me.” He grunted and parted his legs to accommodate his swelling cock. “Where was I?”

“Unzipped.” The idea filled her mind with possibilities, heating her skin.

“Oh, right.” He stretched out beside her and tucked her hand between his. “We never learned how many times I could make you come.”

“One was all we could manage.” They’d had time for little else.

His gaze swept her body, touching her breasts, then lingering at the V of her thighs. “I’m guessing four.”

Tingles rolled along the path his eyes had taken. “Is that all?” If he kept this up, he’d have her coming until…the end.

He slid closer, nestling her against him, his words hot in her ear. “I never felt how hot your pussy might get after I’ve pounded you all night.”

Her heart skipped, leaping into her throat and choking the smart-ass reply she’d thought of.

“I wanted to see all the ways your body responds to me.” He slid his hand across her cheek, into her hair, and gazed into her eyes. “I spent all my time watching your face when you came, but I wanted to see your nipples get hard, your breasts swell, your chest heave.”

She reacted exactly as he described with the added benefit of a throbbing clit. “We never got all our clothes off. Never got to fuck in a place that gave us complete freedom.”

“I never got to see you fully naked, stretched out on my bed, waiting for me.”

A fresh memory protested. “Last night—sideways—kinda awkward.”
Don’t argue with him!

“I’ll carry that image with me forever.”

Her heart pounded with his, and they fell silent for a few moments, breathing together in a heavy rhythm. “We never got to sleep—actually sleep—in each other’s arms.”

“Naked.” His eyes twinkled. “Remember that time we fell asleep in my truck after prom?”

She remembered well. He’d wanted to strip her dress off, but she’d complained about the cold. “You’re obsessed with nudity.”

“Only yours. When I finally got to see all of you last night in the bunkroom, I almost lost it right there. And again in the library. Jesus, I felt like an inexperienced virgin. I couldn’t believe my luck. Couldn’t believe you were mine to take and touch, lick and suck. Mine to fuck like nothing else in the world mattered except your pussy and my dick meeting again.”

His poetic proclamations sent ripples of pleasure down her stiff spine. “Oh God.”

“I never got to know what it was like to hold you afterward, feel your body settle into mine, all slick with sweat and smelling like sex.”

“We never got to share a shower.” She’d imagined it a thousand times. “Hot water trickling over our naked skin.”

He groaned and rubbed his nose on her neck. “God, yes.”

She closed her eyes and let the imagery take over. “Getting soapy and slippery.”

“Fucking you against a steamy tile wall.” He leaned close, and his erection brushed her hip.

“Ripping the shower curtain down when I make you come.”

He moaned as if he might’ve done it right there. “Drying you off, rubbing the towel over your nipples, dragging it between your legs.”

“Starting all over again.” She giggled and curled against him.

“You’re relentless.”

They shared a flickering tongue-kiss.

Dash wiggled an eyebrow at her. “I never got to fuck your ass.”

“You’re not going there.”

He laughed. “I never got to undress you slowly, peel silk lingerie off your body, pull your panties down with my teeth.” He leaned in and nipped at her neck.

She stretched her legs out to relieve the ache in her knees, but the throbbing sensation rushed upward along her thighs and teased her confined clit.
Damn it! I need to fuck him.
But the crowd of refugees offered them no privacy.

“I never got to lick you from one end to the other, nibble your toes.”

A shuddering sigh escaped her as his voice turned husky.

“I never got to rip your clothes off.” His fingers tugged at her sleeve.

All the times they’d torn into each other, she might’ve lost a button once, but the memory had faded. “We never did?”

“Nope. I loved the way you used to pretend to fight me. You’d push at me, pull at me, you even slapped me once. That’s when I knew you were playing.”

“If I meant it, I would’ve punched you.” She suspected he’d seen through her protests, especially when her fingers conveniently tangled with his belt buckle.

“And all of a sudden, my pants would be down around my knees, your panties stretched sideways, and I’d be pounding that sweet pussy until you came like a hot summer storm—thunderous and wet.”

A rising flood lapped at her thighs. “You need to write this stuff down.”

He grinned. “My next book will be erotic poetry.”

“Word sex for the depraved.”
Oh hell, he’s gonna get fucked right in front of all these people if he doesn’t stop.

“I think you meant
deprived
.”

She considered using Forrest’s back as a headboard. “No, I didn’t.”

“I never got to eat your pussy until last night.”

The memory assaulted her, pinning her back to the wall and stealing her breath. Her nipples peaked, sending a desperate cry for attention to her fingers. Simone brushed her arm across her breasts as she reached for his hand, hoping the fleeting touch would satisfy the demand, but only succeeded in agitating the need.

“God, I need to do that again.” His voice turned into a low rumble. “I need to taste your cinnamon sugar, nibble your warm flesh, suck on that throbbing bud. I felt it—”

His words stopped short as a shadow fell across them and Tom walked by. Simone held her breath while the man placed his hand on the door and stuffed another shirt under it. He paced a couple of times, checked the vent, and then went back to his seat across the room.

Dash groaned in her ear. “I felt it pulse under my tongue.”

Her heartbeat went wild and she released a trembling breath.

“Hot and slippery. I wouldn’t have stopped, you know. I wanted to make you come with my tongue in your cunt.” He drew his finger down her cheek. “I’m sorry I couldn’t. I’d give anything to have another chance.”

A lump welled up in her throat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to hold back a sob.

His eyes darkened and he ground his stiff cock against her hip. “You were so fucking tight when I slid into you, just like my high school virgin.” His body heated and he clamped his mouth on her shoulder. “Damn, that’s dirty. I shouldn’t be thinking like that.”

Sweat beaded on her skin and trickled down the back of her neck. “Don’t stop.”

“I never got to tie you up—”

“Say again?”
And again, and again!

“And gag you. That’s the only way I’ll ever win an argument. Now hush, I’m on to something here.”

She clamped her lips shut and closed her eyes, listening as his lips teased her ear.

“I never got to tie you up and use you like a man should. Spread your legs from one bed post to the other, or turn you over and bind your ankles with my belt. Damn it! All the positions we could’ve tried.” His breath turned ragged on her neck. “I’d let you ride me, watch my cock own your pussy. I’d fuck you from behind and watch your ass bounce while I pounded you. I’d crush you against a wall, wrap your legs around my hips and pick you up.”

“That could be dangerous.” As dangerous as losing control here. She sat up and crossed her legs in front of her, opening the quivering want under her jeans, begging for his touch, just a single stroke would set her off.
Damn, I can’t do that.
She shifted and clamped her thighs together, hoping to hide the building need.

“I don’t care.” He lowered his voice and slipped his arm around her waist. “What else could we do? Oh, spooning. All night with my cock buried inside you.”

Her nipples throbbed and her wet pussy demanded possession. “God, yes.”
I need your cock!

“Hell, we’d invent our own positions. I’d crawl on top of you, all clingy and tangled, and slow grind against your clit.”

She gasped, drawing glares from the people sitting around them. “Slow at first, then pick up the pace, harder, hotter.”
Oh God, I’m going to come right here.
Really? She hadn’t been able to do it when they’d had the chance, but now?

“The Simone Wrap. That’s what I’d call it, and it would be our favorite way to fuck.”

“Please…” She curled up against him, seeking shelter from the oncoming storm.

Dash brushed his lips over her ear. “We never got to make love…always nervous and rushed. Afraid we’d get caught. We started in the library, but then we did get caught.” A harsh chuckle escaped him. “Wish we got to finish.” He buried his face in her neck.

There’s no stopping it.
“I’m finishing now.” Her body lay directly in its path. No escape. Only surrender.
Ride it out.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Do it.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Come as hard as you can. Don’t hold back.”

The orgasm struck with hurricane force. Rolling thunder and furious lightning electrified her body and flooded her senses with a surge of pent-up pleasure. She held on to her anchor, clinging as wave after wave battered her against the shore.

***

Dash’s hand throbbed as her grip tightened. He gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain. Simone needed this. She deserved it, and he refused to give up when she’d given in. Her teeth ground into her lower lip while her back arched. She let out a long sigh and settled against the wall. Her fingers relaxed, and he pulled his aching hand free.

“I love you.” She nestled against his shoulder.

“I know, darlin’.” He rubbed his hand and did his best to ignore the complaints in his pants.
I’m gonna die with a hard-on.
“I love you, too.”

He held her close as her body settled into him, soaked with sweat and smelling of sex…and campfire. Damn it. His gaze drifted toward the ceiling where smoke had begun seeping in through the vent. Only a matter of time before it filled the room, choking the life out of them, if the fire didn’t get to them first. His stomach churned and he grunted.

Simone sat up. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, why?” He slipped his arm around her.