WILD RIDE (8 page)

I
started giggling again.  I couldn’t help myself.  I was enjoying my hedonism
too much, maybe.  Who knew what tomorrow would bring?  I was going to make the
most of this.  Of them.  Of all of it.  I leaned back against Nate, resting my
head against his muscular chest.  The angle of my new position caused him to
slide deeper into me.  He still wasn’t fully hard again but I felt like he was
occupying most of my insides.  I was stretched so tightly around him that it
was almost uncomfortable.  But not quite.  Just
full
.  Possessing me in
a way I had never before been possessed.

“Whatever
the lady requires,” Riley said, dipping a shrimp into the cocktail sauce and
feeding me a bite.  He handed Nate a steak sandwich.  No one seemed perturbed
by the fact that Nate and I were still moistly locked and slowly but surely
gaining momentum.

I
realized I was actually very hungry.  Riley fed me until I started feeling
full.  Then he dipped his finger into the cocktail sauce and dabbed a drop of
it onto my nipple.  He did the same to the other.  “Oops,” he smiled.  “Let me
clean you up a little, sugar.”

Riley
leaned forward and started sucking my breasts, his vigor returning to him.  He
licked me clean until my nipples were pink and supple.  Each stroke of his
tongue reminded me that Nate was getting bigger.  Sitting like I was, each tiny
degree of expansion was amplified, like he was ballooning inside me, expanding
into a million sweet points of pressure.  I felt everything.  And I felt the
compounded surge when he gently thrust upwards.

If
I didn’t know better I might have thought they were trying to make me come
again.  Without them.

“Oh
no you don’t,” I said, glancing at both of them.

“What?”
Riley said innocently.

I
could see the mischief in him and felt a profound sense of joy that I could
read it. 
They were
.  They were conspiring against me.  To sneak another
orgasm in there while I was hardly looking.

“Just
sit back and relax, honey,” Riley said.  “Go on.  It’s gonna feel real good.”

“I
want you to feel good, too.”

“We
do feel good,” Nate murmured.  “More than good.”

Well,
three could play at this game.  I squeezed my inner muscles around him, once
and again.  I started a slow, cyclical pace, clenching, rocking, gently
impaling myself with his now-rock-hard cock.  Nate swore under his breath,
holding onto my hips.  My climax was there, fringing.  Starting to take hold.  But
I pulled carefully away, rising to all-fours.  My pussy was fluttering already
but I held off the rising spasms.  I didn’t want to go it alone.  I wanted that
shared intensity again, with them.  It was perverse, maybe.  Wild, definitely. 
But I wanted Nate to
see
me.  I wanted him to see the half-sated,
half-aroused state of me.  How close I was.  How
used
I was.  By his hard,
punishing cock.  And I wanted him to punish me again.

I
lay down on the bed, on my side with my legs together, my body bent into an
almost-fetal position.  A wanton one.  I knew the lips of my pussy would be
visible to him, still pink and swollen from his powerful possession.

Riley
could see me, too.  The way my breasts were plumped together, my nipples hard and
pink from his attentions.

“I’m
not coming unless you do,” I said, almost sulkily.  Nate was still within my
reach.  I pulled at the reservoir end of his condom, which was full of milky
liquid.  “Take this off,” I said.  He did, and as I watched him do this, I
wished I could have him inside me like that.  Bare.  Skin to skin.  But I
probably wouldn’t get that chance.  By the time I had enough money to go to a
doctor or a pharmacist to get a new prescription for my pills, Nate would be
long gone.  And so would Riley.  I’d be on my own again, hitch-hiking my way
along a lonely Texas highway.  Getting lifts from the likes of Mr. Pontiac. 
The thought subdued me.  I lay my head down and closed my eyes.

Nate
scooched down so he was lying next to me, facing me.  I was trying hard not to
cry, and not having much luck.  I didn’t know what I was crying for.  The last
orgasm had been so intense, maybe, that it had shaken something loose.  I could
feel the presence of Riley behind me, laying down and spooning me against his
warmth.  And his length.

“You
tired, honey?” Nate asked me.

“No,
I’m not tired,” I said, opening my eyes, stunned as always by the violet-blue
hue of his eyes, rimmed as they were by those thick lashes.  His wild new look,
with his dark hair all unruly from my hands, was almost more than I could take. 
“Nate?”

“Yeah,
sugar?”

“I
think you’re beautiful, Nate.  So beautiful.”

He
paused, as though disarmed by my small confession.  “I think you’re beautiful,
too, honey.  So fucking beautiful it breaks my heart.”

I
was crying but it was okay.  I might have been crying with happiness.  I was
touching Nate’s hair, fingering the thick strands of it.  “I feel better when
you’re inside me,” I whispered.

“I
feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven when I’m inside you,” Nate told me.

Nate
reached for a fresh condom and rolled it on.  He seemed to get my mood, and
tune in to it.  I wasn’t sure how he understood exactly what I needed, but
every move he made, every glance and every touch was, in some unknowable way,
perfectly in sync with my tumbled emotion and my sultry desire.  I gently
pushed Nate onto his back and he allowed this.  He pulled us both up the bed
until he was propped on a pillow and I was straddling him.  Riley was there
too, behind me, pulling my hair back, touching my skin.

I
sat up onto Nate, fitting his mammoth, glorious cock to my entrance.  I felt a
little overcome.  I already knew that Nate’s possession was practically a
religious experience and I was psyching myself up, riding the thick tip of him
as he began to push himself into me.  His hands were on my hips but he held me
loosely, letting me control the depth.

I
slid further down onto him.  In this position, he felt enormous.  Painfully
so.  But I was needy, and so was he.  We were both working the slow slide.  My
tightness prevented an easy progression, but the pain was sweet-edged.

Nate
pulled out a little, then thrust again.  And again.  Nate the magician.  Nate
the beautiful.  I was moaning and my eyes were still leaking, but he somehow
managed to get my small, tight body to accept him.  To moisten and open and
take all of him, until I was seated fully onto him.  I clenched around him
lovingly.  Happily. 
God
, how good he felt.  Like I’d always been empty
and now I was whole.

Cold,
gliding fingers touched me from behind.  Very cold.  Slippery.  Riley was
putting the lube on me.  And more.  Caressing the secret hollow, getting me
ready.

Oh,
God. 
Could I handle this?

The
thought of them both, of what Riley was about to do, flooded me with tentative
excitement.  With fear and with lust.  “Lace,” Riley murmured.  “You want
more?  You want us both?  I’m only gonna do this if you say so.”

I
did
want this.  Already I could feel my own wetness, easing the snug tightness of
my body around Nate’s.  Nate’s grip on me was fierce, almost aggressive.  Reflexively,
I arched my back as Riley applied more of the cool liquid, pushing a finger
deeper into me.  “
I do.
  I do want you.  I want you both.”

I
heard the rip of foil, then felt the pressure of Riley’s cock
there
,
against the tight pucker of my ass.  Pressing.  Pushing into the tight passage
made slick by his slippery fingers.

“Oh,”
I gasped.

“Oh,
fuck,”
Riley added, as the head of his cock gained
entry.

“Wait,”
I breathed.  It was too much.  The pain was spiked, with little darts of
pleasure at the very tips.

“Just
tell me when,” Riley said, grasping for control.  “I’ll take it slow.”

I
arched again, testing my body’s limits.  And as I moved, the pain began to turn.
 The ache was so deep, so shaded. 
So good.
  “More,” I managed.

Riley
pressed himself deeper.  “
Fuck
, you’re tight,” he slurred.  “
Oh, holy
fuck, I can’t hold this.”

I
almost liked that he was losing his control.  It made me feel like I could find
mine.  And the fullness was indescribable.  I arched and swiveled forward,
barely, feeling the full, staggering immensity of Nate.  Then I eased back,
receiving more, and more, as Riley eased forward, in and in, until he was
deeply seated inside me.

Their
hands were on me.  Clutching.  Communicating their quiet frenzy, their
near-death. 
I
was their vessel.  It was a strangely powerful
realization.  The overload of sensation was almost otherwordly.  An out-of-body
experience of sorts.  There was pain, but the pain was layered with a
bliss-edged decadence.  I adjusted, learning the hotspots and comfort zones. 
And I began to use my body to hold them gently, sweetly, tightly, to lure them
and caress them and pleasure them.

They
were both mindless.  Blinded by their pleasure.  Working to stave off the
release.  And I could feel the tide of my own deeply-buried rapture beginning
to rise.  I rocked, very gently, arching my lower back to swivel my hips in a
back-forth sway.  I worked Nate on the forward sway, squeezing my inner muscles
even more tenderly around him.  Then I took Riley deeper on the backward shift,
pushing against him, taking everything I could of him, of them both.

They
began to respond, swaying along with me.  But as soon as the rhythm took hold,
the climax locked in, as a three-way swell.  We worked it, groaning, sweating,
swearing, gripping.  My hair was wet from the exertion and the lust.  I was
half broken and half resurrected.  My body was being fully, wildly possessed
and I welcomed all of it.

The
orgasm was almost too much to bear.  I was outside it, riding the high surf as
my body convulsed with profound, endless pleasure.  I pulled the bliss from
them, I could feel that.  I could feel their grunty rapture spooling into me in
golden, magical bursts.  And we came together, as one writhing mess of lusty, bonded,
beautiful life.

***

Nate
carried me to the shower.  He held me as I sat on a cedar shower bench and he
washed me from head to toe.  I was limp and sore.  I felt like I’d run a
marathon or climbed goddamn Mount Everest.  I couldn’t have moved to save my
life.  And I didn’t need to.  Nate supported me completely, holding me on his
lap as he washed my body and my hair.  My head lolled on his shoulder as he
worked, my eyes half closed.

So
many things about Nate surprised me.  At first I’d taken him for a cold, impenetrable
type.  He’d seemed quietly dangerous behind those sunglasses, his big fist
clenched around the steering wheel, saying nothing.  Now I knew better.  He was
gentle as only a big man could be.  He was infinitely careful with me and his
strength allowed him to handle me as though I was made of glass or fine china. 
He was meticulous, scrubbing my skin with a soft sea sponge, running it over my
breasts, my stomach, gently between my legs where I was, at this point, very
tender.  He scrubbed some shampoo through the long locks of my hair.  Then he
took the detachable shower head and rinsed me thoroughly.  Everywhere.

Then
he dried me with the fluffiest towel I’d ever felt and carried me naked to the
second bedroom.  He tucked me in like I was a small child, kissing my hair, my
closed eyes, my lips.  He murmured words to me.  Soothing words that were
almost nonsensical.  Sweet words.

Then
he left me.

I
was drifting but still awake.  My mind was retracing the day’s journey, of body
and soul.  I felt like a different person entirely.  Like I’d woken up this
morning as a wayward, drifting, down-trodden wretch and somehow through the
course of the day been reborn, again and again, as a luck-touched angel,
flying, riding high.  It didn’t matter that I was, in fact, no better off than
I had been twenty-four hours ago.  My
spirit
was better off, God knew
that.  I’d been broken apart and reassembled as someone stronger and more
powerful, that’s how it felt.

Before
sleep overtook me I could hear the two of them talking, their voices low.  It
was strange: it sounded like they were exchanging words.  Arguing, almost.  But
why?

I
was too exhausted to find out or to worry about it.  The last flicker of
awareness told me that someone was crawling into bed with me but I couldn’t
open my eyes to see who it was.  I could feel him, though.  I could feel that
warm, sculpted chest and the flex of those big muscles as he wrapped his arm
around me and cocooned me in his iron nest of safety.

Nate.

Chapter
Six

I
woke to the scent of coffee.  Sweet wafts of cool air caressed my naked body,
entwined as it was with the luxuriously soft sheets that were coiled around me
as though I’d been restless in the night.

I
couldn’t remember any dreams and felt like I’d slept for a long time.  I could
sense immediately that I was alone.  And that my body felt sore as I flexed and
tentatively stretched.  I opened my eyes to full daylight, softened by the draw
of white, gauzy curtains that danced in the breeze.  The doors to the balcony
were wide open and the day looked, as usual, like it was hot as sin out there.

Not
in here.

It
took me a few seconds to realize where I was.

Dallas.

A
hotel.

With
the two hot cowboys in the red convertible Mustang.

Oh,
my God.

It
all came flooding back to me.
 
I’d left Cal, my car had broken down, I’d
guzzled a generous helping of whiskey, and I’d gotten a lift … and then
proceeded to get down and dirty with my all-American cowboy escorts like
nobody’s business.

Holy
hell.
  I’d had sex with two gorgeous strangers. 
At the same time.

I’d
had not one orgasm
– finally! –
but what, three?  Four?  
Five?

And
as I recalled the events of the day in exacting detail, my hands feathered
across my skin, remembering every touch.  My breasts were pink from being suckled
and attentively manipulated.  The muscles of my stomach and thighs were tight,
as though I’d been engaged in a round of particularly strenuous gymnastics. 
And between my legs, I felt swollen and sweetly sore.  Beatifically used. 
Impaled and pounded.  By those big –

Oh,
God.

Wow.

I
was a little surprised with myself.  For not feeling even an inkling of
regret.  My body was sated and my soul felt …
happy
.  Like being
properly made love to – at long last – was as much of a spiritual experience as
a physical one.  Now, it seemed the cowboys in question were nowhere to be
found.  I never wore a watch but guessed it must be almost noon.  The sun
seemed high in the sky.  They’d had meetings, I remembered.  Business to attend
to.

But
then I heard soft, heavy footsteps, out on the balcony.

I
eased myself off the bed – carefully – and wrapped the sheet around me.  I walked
out to see who was there.  The slanted light of the day looked strange, after
all that had happened.  It looked
stunning
.  Muted rays and clean
opulence, edged with possibility.

I
was a different version of myself, with new eyes.

I
approached the scene slowly, but not shyly.  My bare feet padded across the
plush carpet without sound, and I liked it that way.  I’d taken the wildest
ride of my life with the two men I was about to face and they were, in actual
fact, complete strangers to me.  I knew almost nothing about them except they’d
both been quarterbacks in a Sugar Land high school, now ran a couple of
businesses and were in the process of getting obscenely rich.

And
that they were
exceedingly
gifted in the ways and means of pleasing a
woman.

There
was a bond there, though, that was forged in steel.  It didn’t really matter
what happened next.  Or if I never even saw them again as long as I lived.  The
night I’d spent with them was going to take its place as one of the shining
jewels in my secret crown.  If I ever felt dull or down, I could call on it and
remember how beautiful they’d been and how damn
good
they had felt. 
Taboos and regrets were as useless to me as my lonely past.  I was going to use
what they’d given me – that feeling of being alive and young and free and as
femininely powerful as it was possible to be – every day for the rest of my
life.

Before
I reached them I internally braced myself for whatever their reaction might be. 
They were headed in one direction and I was bound for something else, we all
knew that.  We’d had some fun and now it was time to get on with the real
stuff.  Like getting to Austin with no wheels on a hundred bucks.  Attempting
to find an old acquaintance who may or may not even
be
in Austin, let
alone willing to let an unannounced visitor crash on her couch for the
foreseeable future.

I
pushed all that to the back of my mind.  There would be plenty of time to
immerse myself in the reality of the daunting road I had ahead of me, with too
many pitfalls to name.  For now, I was here, wrapped in Egyptian cotton and
holed up in what was probably a $1,000 a night suite.  Might as well enjoy it
while it lasted.

I
walked towards the balcony, and I stood near the open sliding-glass doors.

It
was Nate sitting there.  Alone.  He didn’t notice me at first.  His earplugs were
connected to the iPad he was scrolling through.  He was wearing jeans … and only
jeans.  And those aviator sunglasses that gave him a badboy edge, a vibe which
his very-dark two-day stubble accentuated.  His dark hair was back to its usual
order.  It had a barely-there wave to it and caught the lightest hint of
off-gold in the sunlight.  His deep-bronzed, powerfully-built chest was dusted
with dark hair.  The quilted muscles of his six-pack were clearly defined, drawing
my eye lower, to the tantalizing line of hair that led south, hidden below the
waistband of his low-slung jeans.  My gaze lingered on the strong solidity of
his thighs.  His ankles were crossed and his bare feet propped on a low table.

He
was, in a word,
spectacular
.

I
wanted to sink my teeth into all that beefy beauty and feast on him. 
Again.

Only
then did he notice me.  He looked up, taking a minute to run his eyes over my
face, my long, mussed-up hair, the long sheet I had wrapped around most of me. 
He removed his earplugs and set his iPad to the side.  He folded his
ridiculously manly arms across his ridiculously sculpted chest.  “Hey,” he
said.  “You’re awake.”

His
voice funneled hotly into every shadowed corner of me. 
Damn him. 
I
thought I might be immune to all that in the bright light of day, without the whiskey
buzz or the acute sense of desperation.

“Yeah.” 
I guess it might have been natural to feel foolish.  Embarrassed, maybe, after
all that had gone down the previous day and night.  I felt neither of these
things.  I was too busy appreciating the view.  A weird echo of a song we’d
listened to yesterday chorused somewhere in the back of my mind. 
Wild
horses couldn’t drag me away.

The
inaccuracy of the sentiment wasn’t lost on me.  Wild horses
could
drag
me away.  A light dismissal was probably the next order of business, once he’d checked
his investment stats or whatever.  Within a couple of hours I’d be back on the
side of the Texas highway, thumbing my way to the next town.  Then again, his
Texan chivalry might kick in. 
Let me drive you down to the bus depot in my
shiny red Mustang.  Ticket to Austin’s on me, sweetheart, since it’ll barely
make a dent in this big-ass roll of Ben Franklins I’ve got stuffed down my
pants.

Oh,
hell.  Absolutely avoid
all
thoughts of
every
big thing stuffed down his pants.  Immediately.

“How’d
you sleep?” he asked, pulling a second chair closer to where he sat.  He patted
it.  A friendly gesture.  Inviting.  Chitchat and coffee before eviction was
gentlemanly.

“Very
deeply.”

His
mouth quirked at one corner.  I wasn’t sure why this might have been funny to
him.  My hand ghosted to my hair and I realized only then that I might have
checked my look in the mirror before confronting them.  Or him, as it turned
out.

“I
like it,” he said, and that quirk at the side of his mouth was downright
wicked.  “Coffee?”  He’d already placed an extra mug on the table, next to the
coffee pot and his own cup.  Again, the gentlemanly thing to do.

“Sure. 
Thanks.”

He
poured me a cup and held it out to me.

“How’re
you feeling?” he said, and I sat down in the chair next to him.  The sheet slid
from my legs and I adjusted it, covering my thighs to my knees.  I wasn’t sure
why I felt all demure this morning.  He’d already seen, touched, tasted and
penetrated me several times over.  Weirdly, I felt triumphant at the thought. 
Without the buffer alcohol provided, Nate Walker was even more impressive, if
such a thing was possible.  There was a ferocious alpha quality to him that, if
I’d happened to meet him in a bar or at a party, would have intimidated me like
crazy.  Quarterback material for sure.  His look was sort of fighter pilot
meets CEO.

“A
little sore.  And pretty damn fine,” I couldn’t help admitting.  I’d been
blatantly honest with him, and both of them, all the way through so far, and I
figured I’d just stick to that paradigm.  He was too perceptive to play games
with anyway.  We barely knew each other but we were already way past pretenses. 
In a way, this was liberating.  And, oddly, connective.  I was both meeting him
for the first time and greeting him as a lover who’d shared more searingly intimate
moments with me than any other person on the entire face of the planet.  Cal’s
shortcomings were too numerous to list, now that I knew better.  Even Riley
hadn’t touched me the way Nate had.  As deeply and … thoroughly. 
Twice. 
And that thing he did with his mouth and his tongue, too, my God.
  “I guess
I slept in a little.”

“You
were tired.”

“Yeah,”
I agreed.  “Big day.”

My
eyes met his through the reflective barrier of his sunglasses, and he smiled. 
An unassuming smile.  Reserved, even.  And that little note of sincerity and of
quiet sensitivity when he could have been smug or self-satisfied was …
unexpected.  My stomach did a weird little flip.  I liked the shape of his
teeth, too: square and straight.  And white, but not that eerie, manufactured
white that seemed to be all the rage on TV.  A clean, natural-looking white.  He
couldn’t have been anything other than American.

“Where’s
Riley?”

Nate’s
smile faded at the question and I almost regretted asking it.  “He’s meeting
with some clients today.”

“Right.” 
He continued watching me as I took another sip of my coffee.  “And you?  You
didn’t have to meet with the clients, too?”  From memory, that had been their
plan, but I might have been wrong about that.

“I
decided to sit this one out.  We’ll meet up with them for drinks tonight.  And
dinner.”

We’ll.
 
I pushed that little glimmer of hope right back down into my soul where it
belonged.

“I
wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said.  Again, unexpected.  That edge of
protectiveness that made my spirit want to unfurl, to open up and reach out to
him like a flower seeking sun.

“I’m
okay,” I said, pausing at his attentiveness, his genuine curiosity and concern. 
I wasn’t used to it.  Cal wouldn’t have noticed if I’d been struck down with
the plague, never mind suffering from an emotional vulnerability of one kind or
another; he just didn’t have that kind of gauge built into him and I’d become
accustomed to the bland, neglectful indifference.  I’d come to think such a
thing was normal.  Now, under the watchful gaze of Nate Walker, I felt myself
fall just a little deeper.  But I brushed it off.  Useless, giddy daydreams
would not help me dig in and get myself where I needed to go.  “You just go on
and do whatever it is you need to do.  I’ll – ”  I almost said something like,
I’ll
just get my stuff and be on my way
, but I couldn’t quite do it.  Not yet. 
And I was distracted by the little furrow between his eyebrows that had
appeared as soon as I’d brought up the subject of Riley.  I remembered the tone
of their voices last night, as I’d fallen asleep.  They’d been arguing about something. 
“Is everything okay –” I almost felt it was too personal a question to ask, but
then a crazily intimate visual flashed through my mind – “with you and Riley?”

He
was more honest with me than I expected.  “He’s a little irritated with me. 
He’ll get over it.”

I
waited, taking another sip of my coffee, watching his face.  He’d tell me if he
wanted to tell me.

“Last
night was a one-off,” he finally said.

I
agreed with him, without voicing it.  Very soon, we would go our separate ways.

“Generally,
I don’t share,” Nate said.  He ran a hand through his hair as though the topic
was putting him on edge.  The motion mussed his hair up and the sight of its
unruliness reminded me of how it had felt in my hands. 
Grabbing fistfuls of
the coarse silk of it as I cried out in the cataclysmic throes of an ecstatic,
whole-bodied release.

I
started to offer my understanding but he interrupted me before I could begin.

“I
told him I don’t want him touching you again.”

I
just stared at him, a little dumbfounded, if you really want to know.

No,
Riley
wouldn’t
be touching me anymore.  Nor would Nate, Cal or anyone
else.  I’d be too busy working three jobs as I tried to get myself through a
few college classes –
if
I even got in – and scraping together enough
cash to pay the rent on the couch I’d be sleeping on –
if
I was able to
locate it.