A Wild Ride (Thompson & Sons Book 4) (6 page)

Troy swallowed hard, hips rocking into her as if he had no control over the impulse.

A shiver rippled over her entire body. Nine inches was a low estimate. She knew from personal, intimate detail he was a handful and a half.

They stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, sexual tension rising by the second. Her date was waiting to be rescued from her evil, cruel brother. People could wander in at any second, and still the most urgent need rushing her was the desire to rip open Troy’s zipper, reach in and pull out his cock.

Maybe drop to her knees and…

Not happening.
Not
happening.

Damn, but she wanted it to.

Troy leaned against her, the front of their bodies touching as his lips brushed her ear. “Come with me.”

The words were clearly an order, and she shivered again. “
Troy
.”

“Troy,
yes
?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He caught her by the hand, pulling her out of the kitchen and down a short side hallway. He jerked open the nearest door and guided her into the dark space ahead of him, one big hand a brand on her lower back.

The scent of cleaners hit her the same instant she spotted mops and cleaning supplies in the meager light from the hall, then the door was closed and she was being pressed against the back of it.

All around them was utterly dark and infinitely dangerous as Troy lined up his rock-solid body against her, taking command of her lips and kissing her as if he were starving.

A week ago he’d had her in this position, and here they were again, but this time she wasn’t going to stop him.

She needed this, and only Troy could ease the craving.

He cradled the back of her head, angling her until he could deepen the kiss. His tongue possessed her even as he pulled her shirt free from her jeans, slipping up a hand to curl possessively around one breast.

His thumb and forefinger closed over her nipple, pinching lightly through the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned into his mouth, pleasure streaking through her as he bent lower. Kissing his way down her neck, nibbling and licking until goose bumps rose.

Troy broke away long enough to strip away their shirts and her bra. Their breathing echoed loudly in the darkness, and she reached forward with eager hands to stroke his firm body.

“Yes. Fuck
yeah
. Use your nails,” he ordered, catching her wrists so he could press her hands harder to his chest. Nic dragged her fingers over his ribs and the firm muscles on the sides of his body as his groan of pleasure rang in her ears.

He moved back until he could cup her breasts, and a moment later his tongue was teasing her. Circling one nipple over and over before switching to the other side.

She dragged her fingers over his shoulders and up his neck until she could bury them in his hair. Then she tightened her fingers to fists, fighting to keep him in one place for long enough.

“Stop teasing,” she begged.

For once the bastard listened. Lips closed around the aching peak, he sucked hard. A lightning bolt shot from his mouth to intensify the heat sizzling between her legs.

Suddenly his hand was there, over her jeans as he cupped her intimately. He continued to torment her breasts, but his fingers were opening her pants, sliding down the zipper. Pushing the fabric from her hips so he could jam a hand under the elastic of her panties.

He eased a finger through her curls, lightly floating over her clit as he separated her and pressed the tip of his finger into her sex.

His ragged breath shuddered over her skin. “You’re so damn wet, Nic. So soft, and hot, and I want to sink into you over and over.”

“Oh God,
yes
.” Nicole slid her legs apart as far as the pants bunched around her knees would let her.

That tempting, annoying, not nearly enough touch between her legs vanished as Troy removed his hand. She would’ve whimpered in dismay at the loss, except seconds later he was jerking down her panties, pulling off one of her boots and freeing her from her pant leg.

When he put his hand back and pressed his finger into her again, Nic sighed happily. “Do it,” she whispered.

His mouth settled over hers, not as frantic as before but just as demanding. Kisses that stole her breath and sent her heart racing as she rocked futilely against his hand.

One finger barely teased her opening. Around and around, with gentle swoops upward to steal a gentle brush over her clit. Not nearly enough pressure. Not nearly often enough.

When he pulled his mouth away from hers, Nic clung to his shoulders for balance, the solid wood door behind her back the only thing keeping her vertical. “Cock tease.”

He chuckled lightly. “I think you’ve got your terms wrong.”

“You’re a freak,” she muttered. “Now fuck me.”

“Not yet. But I’ll do this.”

She gasped as that finger he’d been taunting her with became two, and they were no longer hovering at the edge of her body but pressed as deep as they could go. The shock of it made her clench around his thick fingers, which sent off another quivering tingle.

“So damn hot,” Troy murmured, catching her ear lobe with his teeth and biting down lightly. “You like this, baby? Or maybe this?”

Option one, he slipped his fingers nearly out of her body then plunged them back in. Option two, he stayed right where he was, fingers buried in her core but pressed his thumb on her clit as if he were setting off a trigger.

Oh God, she was going to die.
Both
. She wanted both at the same time.

The bastard stopped. Nicole opened her eyes, but it was too dark to see him. She could picture the expression on his face, though, cocky and demanding.

“Tell me, Nic, or I’ll stay right here.”

Nic let her head fall back against the door with a
clunk
. “I want your cock,” she whispered.

If it came down to having to say what she really wanted, she might as well be honest.

It seemed to be the right answer because Troy swore softly. He covered her lips with his and restarted the motion of his thumb. Pleasure, tight but growing, spiraled deep in her core. She held onto him, the heat of his naked torso passing to her palms as she stroked, undulating against him as best she could.

Little noises escaped her throat as she closed in on a climax, but right before she went over, Troy jerked his hand away.

The protest on her lips died as she heard a condom wrapper rip open, and faster than she thought possible, he had lifted her bare leg over his hip, opening her to him.

His cock pressed against her sex, and Troy rocked between her legs a couple of times. She balanced on one leg, reaching down to guide his now-wet erection to where she desperately needed it.

A second later he pushed forward, thick heat stretching her, desire rising fast. He was panting, strong fingers reaching to catch hold of her ass as he lifted her into the perfect position and thrust forward all the way.

“
Troy
.” How she held back from screaming, she wasn’t sure. Nicole wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight as he pulled his hips back.

Slow motion at first. Every inch of him sliding deep, every inch pulling away. Over and over, like he’d promised. The room was pitch dark, with the faint sound of music from the party drifting through the thick door. Far louder was the sound of their bodies slapping together as Troy increased his speed.

Their breathing echoed like the beat of a drum. The trembling moan of pleasure on her lips became a melody line. A low sound of satisfaction rumbled deep in Troy’s chest.

And over it all, pure, sweet pleasure hovered just out of reach.

Troy adjusted position, leaning her against the door again, but this time when he thrust, his body dragged over her clit perfectly, and Nicole saw stars against the darkness.

“
That
. Do that again,” she begged.

For once in his bloody life, Troy listened. He fucked her hard, and deep, and relentlessly until her whole world was reduced to the cock driving into her sex, and the white wall of pleasure breaking over her.

Her sex clenched. Troy gasped, shuddering to a halt. He jerked her leg even higher, pressing deeper. His cock seemed to grow thicker, wrenching another wave of climax from her body as she squeezed his heavy length.

Aftershocks struck in series, each one arching her toward him helplessly. Troy held her steady, whispering soft words as he stroked her heated skin. Careful fingers caressed the side of her face followed by the back of his knuckles trailing down her neck and over her breasts.

Silence rang in her ears.

The scent of cleaners grew heavier as their breathing slowed, and she was left in that satisfied and content postcoital state he was so good at getting her to. Troy carefully lowered her leg to the floor before pressing his lips to hers for a tender kiss, far gentler than they’d shared yet that night.

She held his neck and kissed him back, sighing sadly as he pulled away to deal with the condom.

He chuckled softly. “Damn, I forgot. There’s no light switch in here.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been in here before.” Nicole turned to the door and ran a hand up and down the wall beside it. “Weird.”

“Yeah, it’s on the outside. I remember playing hide and seek in the house when I was little. You okay to get dressed in the dark?”

“Well, I’m not about to haul ass into the hallway and get dressed out there,” she muttered, the reality of what they’d done sinking in.

Guilt arrived first, followed by disappointment.

As good as the sex had been, she wasn’t supposed to be fooling around with Troy. And the idea of going back out and making small talk with Darrell for the rest of the evening—

She yanked her clothes into place. Silently, because there wasn’t really anything she could say. It wasn’t Troy’s fault. It was her own, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

Being responsible was turning out to be a royal pain in the butt.

She was reaching for the door when his strong hands caught her hips.

“Are you mad?” Troy asked, no teasing in his voice.

Nicole hesitated. Blaming him would be nice, but it wouldn’t be honest. “No.”

Maybe she would’ve said more, but the door opened behind her, swinging inward. Troy jerked her out of the way, pulling her against him and the back wall as light streamed in from the hall.

A very shocked Laurel stood framed in the doorway, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Her new friend blinked a couple of times before her lips twitched. “I think this is one of those moments when synchronicity exceeds serendipity.”

Something suspiciously like a snort escaped Troy. “Can I get you anything? A mop? Dutch cleanser?”

“Full-service closets. They do have everything in this house.” Laurel held out a hand, pointing to one side. “Extra paper towels, please. They’re on that shelf to your right.”

Troy turned to grab the towels, and Nicole took the opportunity to escape, dodging past Laurel and unashamedly hiding behind her.

The instant the paper towels were in her friend’s hand, Nicole took off, grabbing her other hand and tugging her down the hallway the opposite direction from the kitchen. They ducked into a bathroom, Nicole double-checking no one, i.e.,
Troy
, was following them before turning to face Laurel.

Her new friend stood patiently, her hint of a smile so much less condemning than it should be.

“You okay?” Laurel asked.

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief, even as a dull pain began pounding in her head. “I’m an idiot. That’s pretty much the entire explanation.”

Laurel shook her head. “You don’t need to explain, but if you need a hand, let me know.”

Damn it. Nicole kicked her own butt. Not only was she an idiot for letting herself get carried away with Troy, now she was going to be even ruder, because there was no way she was going back to her date.

“Could you let Darrell know I…”

I just fucked someone else, and the party is over?
Gee, that would go over well.

Her new friend interrupted her mulling. “I’ll tell him you had to go home. The simpler, the better, I think.”

“I guess,” Nicole agreed.

“Also, I don’t like lying,” Laurel admitted. “I’m not very good at it.”

Nicole impulsively offered a hug, which Laurel returned hesitantly, patting her back gently before slipping out with a soft admonition for Nic to take care of herself.

She glanced into the mirror, horrified to discover what would have been obvious to Laurel and anyone else who saw her. Her lips were swollen from Troy’s kisses, her cheeks flushed. She’d gotten all her clothes back on, but it sure looked as if she’d gotten dressed in the dark after a very thorough fucking.

But the worst thing was her eyes shone with satisfaction far more than guilt. Nicole swore as she turned away. At least her body could have the decency of sharing her internal struggle, but it seemed she was too sated to be decent.

It hadn’t been boring,
her brain pointed out.

Fuck off
, she muttered at herself.

After a night like that she should have ended up wracked with guilt, focused on how terrible she’d been to drop all her convictions and get involved, again, with Troy.

Nope. Nicole slept like the dead, totally relaxed in dreamless slumber until her sister Cyndi phoned at nine a.m. and invited her for lunch. That gave her three hours to spend power cleaning her tiny house, burning through the guilt that finally arrived with a vengeance.

Sure, Troy had provoked her, but she’d poked back. If she wanted to change her life, she had to stop taking the bait. No matter how tasty it looked.

Damn the man for being so tasty.

She stopped on the way to her sister’s to buy some celebratory flowers at the local shop on Main Street. “With extra carnations and baby’s breath, please.”

“It’ll be about fifteen minutes,” the florist warned. “I’ve got three bouquets to finish up in time for a wedding, but if you want to come back at the top of the hour, I’ll have yours ready.”

“No problem.”