“We’ll rein it in,” I say with confidence. “Let’s get her back to her normal self and see where we go from there. I don’t want to see her get hurt any more than you, but, babe, I truly have no idea where this soul mate idea came from. We were close friends, yes, but never did I think those words would be falling from her lips.”
A memory hits me, and I push it away. That’s not something I want to deal with, because if it comes to light it’s going to bring a shit storm along with it. I squeeze Jo’s thigh and move my hand down to her knee.
“There’s also the cop-and-biker thing to deal with,” she adds, sighing.
“One problem at a time,” I say, then ask, “Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m good. Are you?” she asks, staring at my profile.
“Not for food,” I say, pinning her with a hungry look before returning my gaze to the road.
She shifts on the seat, then reaches her hand out to rest it on my pec. “What exactly are you hungry for, then, Ranger?” She purrs in that hot-as-hell voice of hers.
I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, wishing she was in a skirt instead of jeans. Still, I run my fingers over the material covering her pussy. She spreads her thighs for me. I like a woman with a little bit of wild in her, and I’m fuckin’ thrilled that she’s not telling me to get my hand off her right now. If she were wearing a skirt I’d slip my finger inside her panties, and slide it inside of her. I’m about to undo her jeans button and see if I can get her to pull her jeans down a little bit when she stretches over and does the same to me, undoing my zipper slowly and then reaching inside to grab my cock.
“Fuck, Jo,” I grit out, glancing down as her hand starts to stroke me, then raise my eyes back to the road. By the time I park the car at the hotel I’m so hard it’s actually painful to put my cock back inside my jeans. I manage to get it in there, hard against my leg, and practically run to the elevator. When the doors close and we’re alone, I push her against the mirrored wall and kiss her hard. I’m past the point of caring where we are, or who sees, I just want to be inside of her at this point. I cup her face and press myself against her, wanting her to feel how she makes me feel. Her hands go under my T-shirt, running up my back slowly. I lift her up, and her legs wrap around me just in time for the elevator to come to a stop. I walk with her in my arms to my room, sliding the card in and then opening the door. No one saw us walk through the hallway, but even if they did, tough fuckin’ shit.
I kick the door shut, then practically throw her onto the bed. She bounces twice, laughing, watching as I put down my restricting jeans, which are currently my enemy, almost tripping on them as I try to get them off my ankles in haste. Jo starts laughing, which I ignore, removing my boxer shorts and lifting off my T-shirt.
“You won’t be laughing in a second,” I growl, grabbing her ankle and pulling her down the bed so her legs are hanging off. I undo the button of her tight jeans and start peeling them off her legs until they join mine on the floor, then slide off her white panties. I lick my lips as I take her in, lying on the bed, her bottom half bare. Her eyes are heavy as they watch me, silently letting me take my fill. I hope she feels beautiful right now, because all I see is her beauty. Her shapely legs, her pretty pussy that is just begging for attention, and the simple, sensual beauty in her face of a woman who is about to get pleased and knows it.
When a woman gets turned on, she forgets the usual things running through her head. The insecurities and the doubts. She doesn’t think—she just feels. At least if the man is doing his job right, and trust me, I’m going to. I cover my body with hers and kiss her deeply, our tongues tasting each other, our skin pressed against each other. I lift up her top, exposing her breasts covered in a white cotton bra. I don’t give a fuck that it’s not some fancy shit. Jo looks sexy in anything. I gently bite down on a nipple through her bra and reach my hand down to play with her pussy at the same time.
I’m just getting started.
TWENTY
Johanna
I WISH I’d brought some sexy lingerie with me, but seduction wasn’t on my mind when packing for a last-minute rescue trip. Ranger doesn’t seem to mind though, going by the way he looks at me, like he wants to eat me whole. His finger slides inside me then, up to my clit, and I gasp as he starts to rub it in a circle. I’ve never been with someone who knows exactly how I like things, and who actually pays attention to my body language and works out what I need without me having to give verbal commands. Ranger never misses a thing. I never even knew a man like him existed. I remove my top completely as he kisses down my stomach, the stubble on his cheeks prickling my skin, but in a good way. He spreads my thighs and flashes me a dark look before lowering his head, his tongue on my flesh. I remember how hard I’d made him in the car and wonder how he has so much restraint to take the time to go down on me first instead of just slamming into me. Suddenly he stops and lays back on the bed. I think he wants me to ride him, but then he says, “Sit on my face.”
I get up on my knees and move to straddle his face, facing the same way as him so I can take him into my mouth too. I want to please him as well; I want him to love fucking me and to always want more. I lean forward and take his cock in my hands, stroking before lowering my head and taking him into my mouth as far as I can. I bob my head up and down, licking and sucking, his moans turning me on even more. He grips my hips and holds me down onto his mouth as I feel myself come, removing my mouth from his cock so I don’t accidentally hurt him as I fall apart.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, as Ranger keeps licking my clit, prolonging my release.
When he rings the last wave out of me, I’m about to crawl down and take him back into my mouth when he lifts me off him and rolls me over onto my back. He lies on me and slides inside of me with one deep thrust, his mouth slamming down as he slides in and out of me, almost desperately, and it’s in this moment I know that his patience has come to an end. I score my nails across his back, not hard enough to leave any marks, then kiss down his jaw and suck on his neck. I want him to come, now, but I know he’s going to want me to come a second time before he succumbs to his own pleasure. I know I’m right when he brings his hand down and starts touching my clit again.