Riding Bitch Page 5

  “I really do.” She sat up and looked at him, her gaze innocent and trusting. His heart did a double take, and he almost tossed the condom over his shoulder and said, Fuck yeah, let’s do this.

  After all, this was the first woman he’d ever loved—the only woman he’d ever loved, really. When he dreamed of a woman, she was the only one who took front and center in his fantasies, the only one who held out her arms and said, Love me, Ash. Please.

  His stomach did a few flips as he worked to keep the words from flowing out of his mouth. It was too soon, even though he’d already said it to her so many times in the past. Now it was different, their lives different. The pain he’d felt when she hadn’t called him after Doug and Courtney’s first wedding had been devastating.

  He’d been sure she’d come back to him, that they’d push aside their families’ objections and be together. It wasn’t the right time, a voice inside his head said. But now it is.

  He hoped that voice was right.

  “I’m not worried about disease, Ash.” She was staring at him as if she were trying to penetrate his thoughts. “If that’s what you’re worried about. I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite some time now.”

  “Let’s make a pact not to discuss past lovers,” he said. “I don’t care about them. All I care about is you.”

  “Deal.”

  He took a step toward her. “But before we go in the no-condom direction, we need to make sure we’re using another form of birth control.”

  “Agreed.”

  His cock still wanted attention, but there was something else he wanted too. He’d wanted to spank her, to see how she’d react to it. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to do what she’d thwarted the night before.

  “Get on all fours,” he said. Her face lit up before she turned and did as he asked, her knees on the bed, her ass high in the air.

  He imagined her squeal of surprise when he slapped her butt, pictured her sweet orbs nice and red after a good spanking, one that made her beg to be fucked.

  Ash stepped behind her. He put his hand on her ass cheek, massaged it gently. She moaned her approval, even wiggled for him a little.

  It was all the invitation he needed. He raised his hand and let it fly, giving her a good, hard swat.

  “YIKES!” FELICIA TRIED to lie down, but it was as if Ash knew what she was thinking. He put his arm under her and lifted her back end up. He smacked her ass again, this one harder than the last.

  “Ouch! Stop that!” Despite the objection coming out of her mouth, Felicia laughed.

  “That’s for the smart comments you made at the reception.” He slapped her bottom. “And so is this.”

  One more smack. “And this.”

  Felicia tried as hard as she could to wiggle out of his hold, but he’d definitely gained upper body strength in their time apart. His grip was like being in an iron cage. He slapped her ass a few more times, and instead of being outraged, she still laughed.

  “I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much.” He swatted her ass again, and Felicia moaned. He was right. She liked the sharp feel of his hand on her skin.

  “Isn’t it supposed to be fun?” She tried once again to get away from him. This time she managed to break free and roll to the side. She took him with her, and they tumbled, their arms and legs intertwining. They broke into laughter, and seconds later he was kissing her, his tongue invading her mouth as if he wanted to take over.

  The sheer masculine taste of him, the feel of his hands on her body, caused her to tremble. When he broke away to put on the condom, she cried out in frustration.

  “You always were impatient,” he said when he was once again settled over her. “We’re going to have to work on that, starting right now. It’s time to teach you some discipline. Spread your legs wider.”

  She did, lifting them so that they were bent at the knee.

  “Now, don’t move. Understand me?”

  Ash knelt between her legs. She waited for him to fill her, to give her what she’d just had and wanted again. When he didn’t, she bucked her hips.

  “What did I say?”

  Was he kidding? The stern look on his face said he wasn’t. “You said to hold still but…I need your dick.”

  “When I say something, I mean it.”

  The timbre of his voice let her know he was in charge, and she loved it. It was so hard to do as he asked, but she lay there, looking up at the man she’d dreamed about for so long.

  What would she do when this was over, when she no longer woke up to see his broad back? When she could no longer wrap her fingers around his long, thick braid? Or wrap her hand around some other part of his body that was long and thick?

  Her hand seemed to move of its own accord, snaking out to touch his cock.

  “Felicia.” He didn’t raise his voice, but she drew her hand back just the same. “What did I say, young lady?”

  “Young lady?” She sat up, which earned her a frown. So she flattened herself against the mattress, leaving her legs bent as they’d been before.

  “You’re maybe six months older than I am.”

  When he didn’t respond, she ran her tongue over her lips very slowly, hoping it would push him into action. But all he did was continue to stare at her.

  “Ash!” Screw the stay-still order. She wanted to get laid. Felicia sat up and grasped his dick, pumping it in her hand. “Fuck me. Now!”

  Ash put his hand on hers and gently worked her fingers until he was free. Then, to her utter dismay, he stood.

  “No.”

  “What?”

  “I said no.” She watched as he rolled the condom off his dick. He walked to the trash and tossed it out. What had happened that he didn’t want to be inside her? She wasn’t sure, so she voiced the question.

  “I want to be inside you, Felicia. I just don’t want to rush it, and that’s all we’ve done for the past three days—rush things.” He crossed back to the bed. “Now I want you to lie down, and don’t move until I give you permission, no matter what happens.”

  “I don’t think I…”

  Ash bent his head close to her ear and whispered, “Remember, Fee, good things come to those who wait.”

  Her heart almost stopped. He hadn’t called her Fee since before her father had him arrested. She closed her eyes to blink back the tears that formed. Maybe good things did come from waiting—and she’d been waiting a long time to be with Ash. It would be interesting to see where this game took them.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” That was easy to do, since she was afraid if she opened them, he would see the dew that was still there.

  Felicia’s belly button was his first target. He ran his finger over it, then started to draw ever-widening circles around it. It tickled, but not enough for her to move. Hearing his pet name for her had turned things around.

  She would definitely let him be in charge.

  When his finger traced a line from her belly button to her chest, her nipples tightened. The tracing continued, this time around both breasts in a figure eight. After that he played with the left breast, drawing the circle around it until he got to the nipple.

  Using his index finger, he pushed the nub into her soft flesh and rubbed. Intense pleasure seeped into her body.

  “Ash.”

  “Hush. You’re being such a good girl. Just a little bit more.”

  Small whimpers escaped her mouth as she tried to obey, but the more he touched her, the harder it became. He’d moved to the right breast, repeating his motions.

  “It’s hard to let someone play with you, isn’t it, Fee?”

  The simple statement was so true. Felicia managed to say, “Yes,” before she uttered the words that had come out of her mouth earlier. “Please, Ash, fuck me.”

  “Just a little more.”

  When his hand crept toward her pussy, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She moved her hips upward, bucking, her core aching for his touch.

  “Can’t,” she whispered as lust
grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go of her.

  She expected Ash to admonish her, tell her to sit still or the fun was over. Instead he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

  “Okay, Fee, okay. I’ll give in—this time. It’ll be easier to teach you when you’re all tied up anyway.”

  Her mouth watered in anticipation as she again watched him dress his cock in a condom.

  When he was inside her, he buried his face in her neck, leaving a trail of kisses up and down that made her body shake.

  “You taste so sweet,” he whispered. Felicia shivered under his touch. Just as he teased her with his lips, his cock thrust slowly and sweetly into her wetness. It was as if he was worshipping her in two different ways, with his sweet kisses and the mind-blowing feeling of his dick sliding in and out.

  “If we could, I’d stay this way forever,” she said. Ash stilled. He shifted positions until his face was right above hers.

  He thrust into her. Felicia grasped his hips with her knees. His cock slid into her softness, the tip of it caressing that sweet spot. Felicia arched up as he moved. Each thrust tantalized her more, the promised orgasm hovering just out of reach.

  Ash seemed to know that. He plunged into her harder and faster. Each time he hit a different spot, and Felicia gasped and rolled her hips to take him as deeply inside her as she could.

  Every few minutes he would stop to kiss her, his hands stroking her while his dick still filled her. When he stopped longer than usual, she looked up into his eyes. He was staring at her, his gaze intense.

  “Made for each other,” he said. Felicia nodded. She gasped when his look turned wicked.

  “Let’s go old-school.” He pulled out of her and patted her hip.

  Felicia turned so that she was on all fours. She wiggled her ass at him, feeling deliciously sinful.

  “Fuck me,” she said harshly.

  Ash followed her order. He drove into her, and Felicia cried out.

  “Harder, fuck me harder.” She thrust back to meet his plunges. His cock met her sweet spot with each thrust, and it spurred her on.

  “Ash, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

  Felicia clawed at the bed as he claimed her. When one hard, final push hit her just right, her walls clenched his cock as she spiraled out of control.

  “Ash!” Her body went rigid. He continued to pound into her.

  “Felicia!” His cries mixed with hers as they both soared, collapsing moments later, limbs entwined.

  Her chest heaving, she lay beneath him, her face turned to the blankets as she felt his body shudder above her. When he’d left the bed and come back, she nestled herself in the crook of his arms.

  “If you have to tie me up to teach me, we need to find a store that specializes in ropes.”

  He muttered an affirmative response, or at least that was what she thought it was. A few moments later he was sleeping, his arm tight around her. They hadn’t showered, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t done anything but make love.

  And that was just fine with her.

  * * * *

  When Felicia woke the next morning, Ash had already made coffee. She sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair.

  “Coffee?” He held up a disposable cup.

  “Yes, please.”

  “What would you like in it?”

  “One sugar and a little cream.” She watched as he prepared it. He picked up his own cup before he came to the bed. After he handed her one cup, he sat down beside her. He was naked, and she rather liked seeing him that way.

  “Strange, don’t you think?”

  Felicia took a sip before she frowned at him. “What’s strange?”

  “That I love you, but I had no idea until just a few minute ago how you liked your coffee.”

  He stared at the covers, and Felicia wasn’t sure what to say next. Finally, she took the easy way out—being flippant. “We didn’t drink coffee in high school.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?” Ash didn’t sound amused at her attempt to skirt the issue.

  Felicia’s stomach dropped. “What?”

  “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I want to know why you didn’t call me after the wedding.”

  She laughed. “Because I was with you, wearing a corset and stockings and fuck-me pumps. If you don’t remember, I need to work on my blowjob skills.”

  Ash frowned at her. “Felicia, I’m being very serious.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know why.”

  He set his coffee on the table; then he grabbed the covers and pulled them up to his waist. Felicia got the feeling he was trying to protect himself, not from something physical, but from something emotional.

  “That’s not good enough,” he said. “You had a reason. Tell me what it was.”

  What was she supposed to say? She thought of several lies, and then she remembered the best way to attack things was head-on.

  “I was afraid.”

  “Of me?” The look of confusion on his face made her want to cry. “Why?”

  “Not of you, exactly. When you left…” This time she couldn’t stop it. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she was happy that Ash did nothing more than take her hand and squeeze it gently. If he’d put his arms around her, she was afraid she would fall apart and not be able to give him the answer he wanted, the one he deserved.

  “After…the fight…the jail thing, when your parents took you out of the country…it hurt so much that you were gone. I’d cry myself to sleep at night, and my parents, they weren’t very sympathetic. My father told me no good would ever come of you, and I just needed to forget you. My mother was silent as always. The only person who helped me was Courtney.”

  Felicia wiped at her tears.

  Ash gathered both of her hands in his and held them tight. “Tell me,” he said. “I want to hear it all.”

  “She was there when I had this big blowup with my parents.”

  “He didn’t hit you, did he?” The tone of his voice told her he was ready to jump on the bike and hightail it to Shiprock to defend her, even after all these years.

  “No.” She sniffled. “It was just… I really don’t want to talk about it. But Courtney was there, and afterward she and I went for a ride. We went for lots of rides back then. I told her that when you were back, I was going to sneak up to your house, and the two of us were going to run away together so we didn’t have to worry about what anyone else thought or said. It would just be me and you and any little babies that happened to come along.”

  “Then why didn’t you call?” He sounded pissed now, and Felicia pulled her hands away from him.

  “You didn’t call either.” Her voice was higher than she wanted it to be, but it matched his, so she didn’t feel too bad. “When you got back from Europe, my phone didn’t ring once.”

  He jumped from the bed, his hand knocking over his coffee. The brown liquid spread over the table. “That’s because I saw you with Josh Minton. And when I did call your house, your mother told me you were getting married to him.”

  Felicia felt shock, and it quickly turned to anger. “That little…” She wanted to call her mother names, but she couldn’t. “Ash, I never dated Josh. I worked at his parents’ vet clinic that summer. I swear, that was all Josh and I were doing together—working. She lied to you.”

  Her sweet, quiet mother, the woman she’d always thought had been on her side but had just not wanted to ruffle her father’s feathers. Her mother knew how hard Ash’s leaving had been on Felicia. Why would she lie to him when she knew how much Ash meant to her daughter?

  “Give me my phone.” She held out her hand. Now was the time to talk about this, when she was pissed and would be able to fight back instead of taking the mother-is-always-right road.

  “No.” He sat back down. “I meant it when I said this is just us. We have to work this out on our own and not drag them into this. They’ve had too much influence over the whole thing already.�
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  Felicia leaned her head against his shoulder. “You’re right. My parents were total asses.”

  “Mine weren’t any better. I should have known your mother lied, but to tell the truth, after I saw you with Josh, I believed her. I was pissed that you’d found someone else so fast. If she’d told me something like that today, I would question your mother’s statement. But on my side, I had my mother saying that if you really loved me, you would have stood up to your father instead of letting him beat the shit out of me and have me thrown in jail.”

  Felicia snuggled against him. “You thought your mother was telling you the truth because you heard about Josh. I thought my mother was telling me the truth when she said you didn’t call.”

  Her breath seemed to rattle in her chest. “The truth is, I did stand up for you. The big blowup was me screaming at my father that I would never talk to him again if he didn’t have them release you. I threatened to go to the sheriff and tell him the truth. I guess there was a part of me that thought you might know that.”

  “No, I didn’t.” Ash put his arm around her and held her close. She could feel his tenseness, which matched her own right now.

  “But at the wedding,” he said, “I thought we might reconnect, especially when I realized you weren’t with Josh. But then you didn’t call.”

  Felicia closed her eyes. “I realize now it was stupid, and I should have followed my feelings, but…” She looked at him. “I still have the piece of paper you gave me. It’s in the jewelry box you made for me in school.”

  The shocked look on his face made her laugh.

  “You still have that?”

  “It’s my most prized possession.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “You know they always ask what you’d save first if you were in a fire? That’s it, for me. If that was lost, I’d cry for days—months, actually.”

  She squeezed his thigh. “I still remember when you gave it to me.”

  “Me too,” he replied, a seductive gleam in his eyes. “We’d just made love under the moonlight.”

  “It was our second time,” she said. “I remember telling my dad, after the incident, that he couldn’t charge you with anything because we waited until I was seventeen, the age of consent. I screamed at him that I’d looked it up to make sure we wouldn’t get in trouble, that I was an adult in the eyes of the state of New Mexico. I think that pissed him off more than anything.”