Clutched (Wild Riders) (21 page)

“Everything and more,” he said, scooting back on the bed and kicking his legs free of his pants. He grabbed my hands as he lie back. I followed his direction and climbed on to the bed with him, keeping one knee on each side of his body. “I want you to ride me,” he told me. “I want to feel you sliding up and down my cock,” he added, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his base. “I want to watch you come,” he added as I centered myself on his body. “And then when it's over, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.” As much as he was trying to take the control back, I knew that I still held it the moment I teased his tip with my pussy. Just as I started to lower myself onto him, I pulled up and leaned over to kiss his lips. I was thoroughly enjoying his dirty talk, but that didn't mean I was ready to just let him have his way with me. At least not yet.

“You're a sexy little tease, aren't you?” He grinned as he gripped my ass.

“I can be,” I replied before flicking my tongue against his lips. I sat up and gave him what he wanted. My walls stretched in delight when he slipped inside of me. Inch by inch, I lowered myself onto him. His fingertips bit into my flesh as he filled me. Tasting and teasing him before had me slick and ready for him. I placed my hands on his chest and started to move.

I rocked and swirled my hips as he watched me. His hands moved from my ass to my breasts and back as I worked myself into a frenzy—my breathing became more and more erratic with each passing second. I wanted release, but I didn't want it to end. I wanted to draw out the way he made me feel forever, but the tight coil I felt in my lower belly was threatening to rip me in two. When his thumb found my clit and circled slowly, I lost any control I had.

He pulled my body to his as my orgasm racked through my body. Even with the quakes rippling through my body I felt him throb. He lifted his hips, thrusting into me as he came with a grunt. Between fighting for air and moans of pleasure, our mouths found one another once again. His arms wrapped around my body as we both tried to get our breathing back under control.

“I'm never going to be able to let you go,” he whispered.

I
'd tried to remember that we weren't supposed to be together. That we weren't supposed to be lying in each other’s arms or touching, kissing, or having crazy good sex, but it didn't seem to work. All the remembering and reminding in the world couldn't stop us. It didn't stop me from losing my mind the second I knew she'd left the bar with another guy. It didn't stop her from telling me exactly what I needed to hear. And, it certainly didn't stop me from what happened after that.

As I ran my hand down her back and listened to her catch her breath, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Chayse McCade stole my rational thinking the second I saw her. The past few months had been a whirlwind of training, arguing, giving in and falling in love.

Did I love her?

I didn't know, but it certainly felt like I was leaning in that direction. She was the first woman that I didn't mind being pushed by. She made me want to fight harder for the things I wanted. She made me want to step out of my comfort zone and throw caution to the wind. She made me want to live and love and a whole bunch of other things that were going to cost us our jobs.

“Stop,” she said softly with her head resting on my chest. When we'd finally untangled ourselves from one another, she'd pressed herself against me and we'd pulled the covers over our bodies.

“Stop what?”

“Thinking,” she said, tracing a lazy circle over my skin with the tip of her finger.

“What are you talking about?” I tried to cover the truth with a chuckle.

“Your chest is tight and I can hear your heart racing,” she said, rolling over to look up at me. “It's going to be okay. We're not going to get fired.”

Damn it
. She was getting really good at reading me.

“Why are you so sure?” I asked, slightly amused and a little bit terrified at how calm she was.

“Because Nick can't fire us,” she said matter-of-factly. “We make him too much money.” She smirked. “And you know how much he loves money.”

“He does.” I couldn't argue with her. “But there was a contract and—”

“Then we won't tell him,” she said as she pressed her lips to my cheek. “Our little secret.” I welcomed her kiss, but I was still worried. Mostly for her. I'd be okay, but she was just getting her footing and I didn't want to be the reason she lost it. “The contracts are only for a year, Hoyt,” she reminded me. “We'll just be careful. Surely we can make it the rest of our contract year without getting found out. Right?”

It wasn't a terrible plan, considering we were already lying in a bed naked together. We'd already crossed the line and I didn't want to go back to the other side. She smoothed her hand down my chest and inched her body up mine. There was no way I was going back.

“Yeah,” I replied. One year. Not even that. We'd already been working together for a while. “Eight months.”

“Seven and half,” she countered. “I'll make a countdown calendar.” She laughed. Seven and a half months and I'd be able to tell the world that I was with her. I'd be able to kiss her whenever I felt like it. I'd be able to hold her hand in public. We could be a real couple. Jesus, I felt like a sappy ass for even thinking about it like that. But, damn it, I wanted everyone to know how I felt about her.

“Let's get a few things straight,” I told her, rolling her on to her back. I worked myself between her legs and pressed my chest to hers. “If we are going to do this then we really have to be careful when Nick's around. He already thinks something is going on.”

“So, pretend like I hate you,” she said, letting her eyes drift up like she was making a mental note. “I think I can do that.”

“Funny girl,” I said before I leaned in to kiss her.

“And no more riding home from bars with other guys,” I insisted, remembering exactly how I'd ended up at her hotel in the first place. “Especially guys like Beau.”

“Check.” She rose up to press her lips back to mine. “Omigod! Get up!”

“What?” I had no idea what had just happened, but her face lit up like a Christmas tree as she wiggled beneath me.

“Get up! I completely forgot!” She jumped up out of the bed and dropped to the floor to find her pants. “You distracted me,” she said with a smile, knowing full well that if anyone was the distractor it was her with those lips and that body and... my mind started to wander its way back to being distracted.

She grabbed her phone and dove back into the bed with me. Her dark hair spilled out across the pillow as she worked her fingers over the screen of her phone. I braced myself on one arm and stared at her. She was crazy. Certifiable even.

“What is the matter with you?” I finally asked, humor laced in my voice.

“Just wait,” she told me. So I did. And then she looked over at me and I heard something coming from the speaker of her phone that had my undivided attention.

“Thanks for giving me a ride,” her voice was the first one I heard.

“No problem,” Beau Gregurich's weaselly tone was completely recognizable.

“No thanks,” I said. “I don't need to hear this. You were right. I was jealous.”

“Stop. Just listen,” she insisted. “You're going to want to hear this.” I bit my tongue as I listened to the two of them talk and laugh. It was nauseating. If this was her idea of pillow talk we were going to be having a long conversation about why it didn't work for me. The longer I listened the more I started to wonder if I knew the woman lying in bed next to me at all. She flirted. She told him she liked his truck. I even heard her say that she could tell he worked out.

Who the hell am I listening to?

It was not the same spitfire I was lying next to in bed that was for damn sure. Just as I was about to put a stop to the entire thing it started to get interesting.

“So,” Chayse said on the recording. “What's the deal with you and the Travers? I saw you all glaring at each other.”

“You want the long or the short version?” Beau asked.

“Long,” she said. “Might as well make the most of this drive.” She giggled.

“For starters,” he began. “Reid Travers is an arrogant asshole.” If that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black, I didn't know what was.

“He really is,” I heard Chayse agree. I looked over at her and she shook her head as if to say she didn't mean it. “You know I beat him in a race at an exposition a few weeks ago. Felt good to put him in his place.”

“That probably really pissed him off.” Beau laughed.

“It sucks having to be on a team with a guy that you can't stand,” she told him. “The fact that I had to come back to this town for his wedding was bullshit, but the higher ups said it would be good for the team image.”

“That sucks.”

“It really does,” she agreed.

“He needs a reality check every now and then.” There was a pause and then he continued. “Son of a bitch had the nerve to come back to my town and steal my girlfriend. He needed a reality check then too.”

“Oh?” Chayse said.

“Yeah,” he replied. “He almost got one the last time he pissed me off. It didn't go exactly as planned, but I think he got the message.”

“What happened?” she urged on the conversation, sounding eager for the details. I felt a grin start to spread across my face. If this was what I thought it was, I was going to kiss her. I was going to kiss her regardless, but still.

“Let's just say there's a set of fuel lines under this seat that I keep to remind myself how I'll always be smarter than that son of a bitch.” He paused. “It's too bad he wasn't the one riding the bike that day, but he'll get his...”

Chayse hit the pause button and looked over at me.

“Did he just confirm that he was the one who messed with Reid's bike?” I asked, kind of in shock that he'd admitted it.

“He did,” she replied. “He also showed me the fuel lines like they were some kind of trophy.”

“What a piece of shit,” I fell on to my back and looked up at the ceiling. As great as it was that she got him to admit it was him there was still a problem. “It's too bad we can't use this in court. He obviously didn't know you were recording him.”

“No he didn't,” she confirmed. “But it’s something.”

“It is.” I turned back to face her. “Is that why you went with him? To get him to admit it?”

“Why else would I?” she asked as if I was stupid for even asking. “You think I really like his stupid truck?”

“You're something else.” I shook my head and pulled her on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tight. Her hair fell down around her face and brushed against my shoulders as she smiled down at me. “Thank you,” I told her. We always knew that Beau was responsible for Brett's accident, but it was good to have confirmation straight from the ass's mouth. “I'm not sure how we can use it to get him convicted. Maybe my brother or Brett will have an idea.”

“We'll figure something out,” she replied. “There has to be someone who will be interested in this information.”

“They are going to lose their minds when they hear it,” I told her. Brett and Reid were going to be just as flabbergasted as I was.

“I'll forward the recording to you,” she told me.

“You don't have to do that,” I told her. “You can play it for them.”

“I'm not going to see them for a while,” she argued. “I can just send it over to you. Let's get the ball rolling on making him pay.” She was right. In a few hours, she'd be on a plane back to Texas and I'd be in the Florida Keys for two weeks. The idea of having to say good-bye to her was not sitting right. We'd just decided to be together. It didn't seem fair to only get one night to celebrate the fact. Secret or not, I wanted her with me. If we could trust anyone to keep our relationship a secret it was my family. Reid, Nora, Brett, and Georgia weren't going to tell anyone that we were dating. Hell, they'd probably ask what the hell took so long. There was no way I was letting her get on that plane in four hours. We both had two weeks off and we were spending it together.

“You got any bikinis in that suitcase of yours?”

I
was beyond thrilled that Hoyt had invited me to join him in The Keys. I'd let Nick know that was taking two weeks off. It had always been an option for me, but seeing as though I had nothing better to do I'd decided to stay at Mill Valley. I told Nick I'd decided to go visit my mother. Luckily, he hadn't even questioned it. I exchanged the ticket back to Mill Valley for one to Reno just in case. Hoyt and I had to be careful if we were going to keep our relationship a secret.

I wasn't looking forward to saying good-bye to Hoyt after we'd finally confessed the way we felt about each other. And now I wouldn't have to. I'd packed my suitcase for winter in Illinois and had to stop by the gift shop of our hotel to pick up a couple swimsuits and cover-ups, but it was money well spent. Seeing Hoyt's face when I stepped out of the bathroom of the beach cottage we were staying at in the blue and white striped bikini I'd purchased was worth it. I'd tossed on a sheer white tunic before we came to meet everyone at the hotel bar.

Our resort was nestled in a cove on the island of Islamorada—a cluster of small cottages and villas on a private piece of beach. It was the most incredible place I'd ever been. My family—or lack thereof—had never really been much for traveling. Up until today, the classiest place I'd stayed was a Best Western on Throttled's dime in Charleston.

Hoyt and I walked down a sandy boardwalk to the bar where Reid, Nora, Brett, and Georgia were waiting for us.

“This place is so beautiful,” I told him, looking out at the clear blue ocean and sandy white beach. There wasn't another island in site. Peaceful didn't even begin to describe our location.

“It is,” he agreed. “Not as pretty as you, but close,” he added, grabbing my hand in his and pulling it to his lips. He feathered a kiss across my knuckles.

“Who knew you were so cheesy,” I said with a smile. Truth be told, I loved it. He could have read me a sonnet under the moonlight and I would have eaten it up. The shift in the way we were with each other was so simple. Not having to bottle up the way we felt about one another was like having the weight of the world lifted off our shoulders. He held my hand in his until we arrived at the sandy-floored bar.