Page 54 of The Last Ride


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I wasn’t sure who moved first. But we came together like two storm fronts. I leaned down, pulling his face up to mine, just as he moved up my body to tangle our tongues together. I tasted myself on his lips, and it gave me an erotic thrill.

But then he was there, at my entrance, filling me, stretching me. Driving deep through my swollen tissues until he bottomed out inside me. God, his cock was so big. I felt like I was overflowing with dick. But it was different this time, because as he pressed infinitely deeper, I felt complete, as if I’d finally discovered the missing piece of my puzzle.

He was the piece.

An intoxicating haze descended over us as we wrestled for dominance. Shifting and rolling across the bed as we loved each other. He was working out his frustrations, and even his grief, on my body. And I let him, intrinsically knowing it was healing him, forging a stronger connection while being therapeutic at the same time.

And it felt fucking amazing.

He withdrew and flipped my body until I was on my hands and knees. Before I could protest or beg for more, he was there, pushing inside, taking what he wanted. Oh god, from this angle, he was even larger. His hips beat a steady, driving rhythm. He wrapped a hand around my throat while he pummeled my heat.

I’d never been a woman who wanted to be owned. I’ve had men offer me the world just for a night in my bed, for a chance to have me as their mistress. But Ben made me feel as if this was where I had always belonged.

He drew my torso flush against his back. He wrapped his arms around my torso. One hand cupped my breast while the other turned my face to claim my lips as he pumped inside me.

God, I was so close, but I never wanted this to end.

But he had ghosts driving him as he screwed me blind. One moment, I was on edge, my body coiling tighter with each thrust. And in the next, a supernova of a climax created a cataclysmic explosion that ripped my body to pieces.

I wailed into his hungry mouth as he followed me over with a loud roar. My body felt like it had disintegrated. I leaned against his powerful body, dazed by multiple climaxes.

He pressed a kiss against my neck. “You are a fucking goddess.”

My heart squeezed at the unexpected compliment. He withdrew from me, and we slumped onto the bed in a tangled, sweaty heap. Ben pulled me into his arms so we were spooning before shutting off the light.

With the solid strength of him at my back, my body floating in ecstasy, I knew I was falling for him. When he left, he would do something no other man had ever done. He’d take a piece of my soul with him.

22

The following day, Ben and I were on the way to the gun range when my phone rang. Madame X flashed across my phone screen.

“I need to take this,” I told Ben.

“Put it on speaker,” he instructed.

I answered and hit the speaker button. “Hello.”

“Hey, boss.” Phil’s baritone filtered into the SUV.

“Phil, how are you?”

“I’ve been better. We’ve got a problem that you need to see. Can you come in?”

Dread settled in the pit of my stomach. “Let me check.” I put the cell on mute and turned to Ben. “Can we run by the club?”

“Yep. Fuck, I don’t like the sound of this.” Ben changed lanes. Then he pulled a U-turn at the next stoplight to head back toward the club.

I didn’t like the sound of it either. Unmuting my cell, I told Phil, “I’m on my way. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“You need to see this, boss. And just to warn you, it ain’t pretty.”

“All right. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.” My hand shook holding the phone. Just how bad was it?

“Got it. See you shortly,” Phil said and hung up.

“You need to prepare yourself for the worst,” Ben warned with a frown, taking my hand in his and squeezing.

“I know. Do you think it’s the stalker? God, I never thought I would wish for a plumbing mishap again. When it happened, the club was closed for almost two weeks. I had to hire a special crew to come in and clean up the shit, literally.”

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