Riding Wild

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Mac listened to Lily’s breathing, wondering if she’d fall asleep fast or if she was uncomfortable. She lay still for the longest time and he thought she was asleep, but then she let out a deep sigh. He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t.
Yeah, it was cold, and the ground was damned uncomfortable. This wasn’t exactly a cozy setup for sleeping, but under the circumstances it was the best he could do.
Tomorrow they’d stay someplace warmer but tonight was about getting someplace remote and fast, and making sure no one was following them. He preferred the outdoors anyway, where he could keep his ears open, hear cars or footsteps, listen to the sounds and pick up anyone who might be sneaking up on them.
Finally, she seemed to settle down. Mac closed his eyes and mentally planned the route he’d take. Off the beaten path, no main roads, except tomorrow when they’d stop at a bike store to swap seats and then another place to get Lily some clothes. He’d stay on the back roads, mainly because he liked to wind around and enjoy the ride. Plus he didn’t like traveling the highways, and since they’d gotten away with the virus, he could almost bet whoever had shot at them would be on the lookout for them. Which meant the less traveled roads were safer.
He startled when Lily moved, shuffling around next to him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Hang on.”
She shifted, surprisingly, on top of him, laying her body over his and pulling the blanket over them both. Instant heat enveloped him.
“What are you doing, Lily?” he asked again.
“There’s no sense in both of us freezing,” she said, her voice low as she faced him. “You were shot tonight and need to stay warm.”
“My shoulder doesn’t even hurt.”
“So? I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re cold and I’m wrapped up in your jacket and the only blanket.”
“I think you’re trying to find the vial. Or my phone.” Or his gun.
“You don’t trust me.” There was a tinge of shock in her voice.
“Duh.”
“I’m not after either. I’m trying to keep you from freezing.”
He didn’t believe her. And he wasn’t cold now. Not with her br**sts pressed against his chest and her pelvis rubbing against his crotch. In fact, his c**k was warming pretty damn fast. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Am I hurting your shoulder?”
“No. I told you it doesn’t hurt at all. And I’m plenty warm.”
“And now so am I. This feels good and I’m even warmer now.”
If she kept wiggling around on top of him things were going to get even more heated. Was she deliberately trying to torment him? If so, it was working. He still thought she was trying to maneuver her way toward the vial and his cell phone.
Not that it would do her any good. He had tucked them safely out of her reach, so even in her current position she wasn’t going to find them. But damn, who could think straight when her warm, lush body was sliding over his? She was going for distraction—and it was working. Damn, was it ever working.
“Lily, you’re playing a very dangerous game.”
His vision had adjusted to the darkness now and enough moonlight filtered through the tent that he could see her cocked brow. “Who’s playing? It’s cold outside. This is basic survival.”
He lifted his lips. “We’re hardly in the Arctic.”
She shrugged against him, splaying her hands out. She was searching the tent for the vial and he damn well knew it.
“I’m cold natured. I need the extra warmth. This is purely self preservation. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”
Right now he’d deny her nothing. She wasn’t going to get what she was looking for, but she was going to get something entirely different if she kept playing this game. He was at her mercy as she surged against him. Her soft hair brushed his face, her breath wafting against his neck. He slid his arms around her, pressing down on her lower back to feel more of the contact of her body along his.
He decided to test her by letting his hands wander lower, cupping the globes of her ass and gently kneading them.
She gasped and stilled.
He waited for her to roll off now that she knew she wasn’t going to find the vial or his phone, but he didn’t remove his hands from her ass. Instead, he kneaded her butt cheeks, pulling her against his erection, letting her feel what she was doing to him.
He was damn shocked when Lily laid her head on his shoulder and moaned, rocking against his now fully erect cock.
“Mac,” she sighed.
He’d expected retreat, not a full-on attack. So now what? Undressing in this tiny tent was out of the question. And f**king her? So not a good idea for way too many reasons. But he owed her. He owed her big time. And he could help her sleep. She was tensed up from everything that had gone down tonight—he could feel it in every muscle of her body. So was he, but at the moment he wasn’t thinking about himself—he was thinking only about Lily, and the way she felt on top of him, sliding her jean-clad pu**y against his cock, wanting what he desperately wanted to give her.
But not this way, and not tonight.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her ear. “Ride my cock. Does it feel good on your clit?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she mumbled, her face buried in his neck. She had a death grip on his shirt as she pitched forward.
She needed better contact. He reached between them, finding the button of her jeans. With a quick flip of his fingers the button was undone and he drew the zipper down. Hey, he was a thief. He was good at getting into things. Or getting someone out of things. With a hard tug, he jerked Lily’s jeans down her hips, maneuvering underneath her to drag them down her thighs.
Damn, he wished he was na**d so he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin against his. But this would have to do.
“Now rub against my dick. Make yourself come.”
She lifted, her gaze searching, curious. “Don’t you want to…”
He grinned, swept her hair behind her ears. “More than life itself, baby. But this isn’t the time or place, and there’s no room in this tiny tent for a rollicking f**k session. Besides, I want to enjoy you. I just want to hear you, feel you get off.
Now do it.”
Those eyes of hers…so vivid. She might want, but she was unsure whether to trust him. He asked a lot of her, exposing her like this, and he knew it. Once again, she was the one taking all the risks. But she was also the one who’d reap all the rewards. She needed this. Her muscles were taut with tension and she needed to unwind.
“Come for me, Lily,” he whispered. “Let me do this for you.”
She stayed like she was, braced up with her hands on either side of him, then moved forward, her pu**y brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. Against the hard rock of his dick, which throbbed in response, pulsing in protest.
Yeah, yeah, it could complain as much as it wanted, but no way was he going to roll her under him and f**k her. Not tonight and not like this. Too much history, too much mental wrangling he wasn’t prepared to deal with. Besides, it was pure heaven soaking in the response in her eyes, the way her lips parted and she gasped as her cl*tfound what it needed, dragging against his shaft.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Oh. Oh, yes,” she whispered, her voice all gravelly soft and doing terrible things to his balls.
At least he didn’t have to worry about being cold anymore. Heat swelled his c**k to painful proportions, the sweet burn of her body undulating against him was roasting him. Yeah, he was more than hot now. Lily was fire and he was engulfed.
He lifted his h*ps to give her better access and she responded by groaning.
“Mac.”
His name spilling from her lips made him shudder. He gripped her hips, helping her slide along his cock. Her panties were wet, the moisture from her pu**y soaking through his jeans. The urge to slip his fingers inside her, to feel her tight muscles surround his finger, was prominent in his mind. He wanted to pump her pu**y and bring her to orgasm, to feel her clench and writhe around him and scream in his ear while her hot cream poured over his dick.
And why, exactly, wasn’t he doing that? Because of some misguided sense of chivalry? When had he developed that particular affliction? Hell of a time for him to become honorable.
Especially when her breathing grew sharper, her movements faster as she slid with relentless determination against his swollen cock.
“Mac, I need to come.”
“I know.” He dug his fingers into her h*ps and drew her down hard. His gaze was riveted on the concentration on her face, on how her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. The sounds of her ragged breaths intermixed with the tiny moans that escaped as she neared cl**ax.
“Yes, so close.”
She was panting now, and he gritted his teeth. Fuck, she was making him crazy rocking against his dick like that. His balls squeezed tight against his body, damn near bursting with the sweet pleasure of her hot pu**y all over him. Control was almost nonexistent but he held on, concentrating on her face as she tilted her head back, cried out and released, shuddering against him.
He could only imagine the sweet relief she felt as her orgasm crashed through her, leaving her trembling in its wake, panting as she fell on top of him, her head on his shoulder.
Mac wrapped his arms around her and let her recover.
He kept his eyes closed, the memory of Lily coming apart on top of him so damn sweet.
And not at all comforting to his throbbing cock.
She wiggled around and adjusted her clothes, then looked at him. God, she was incredibly beautiful with her hair disheveled and her lips parted. A ray of moonlight shined down on her, making her look like a wild angel come to visit him.
More like a she-devil temptress out to steal his soul.
She reached for the buckle of his belt but he laid his hand over hers.
“No.”
She frowned. “Let me do this for you.” She glanced at his erection.
“Trying to distract me again so you can go on the hunt for the vial?”
With a wry grin, she shook her head. “No, I’m trying to make you come.”
He shuddered at the thought. Tempting, but not a good idea. He needed his wits about him and he’d already lost them once. “I’m fine, babe. But thanks. Just lay here with me and let’s get some rest.”
“You don’t look fine. You look hard.”
She really was tempting him. How easy it would be to let go. “Lily, you can see how goddamn much I want you. But this tent is small and all I wanted tonight was to get you off.
Now relax. We’ll have time for more later. Get some sleep.”
She frowned, but didn’t say anymore, just rolled to his side and pulled the jacket and blanket over them both before snuggling against him with a deep sigh.
Good. At least she’d gotten a little relief. Frankly, he was surprised she’d gone for his suggestion. Hell, he was surprised about a lot of things. Whoever Lily West used to be wasn’t the woman he’d met again tonight. The Lily of ten years ago would never have rubbed her pu**y against his c**k and gotten herself off. She’d staggered him with her bold moves just now.
Then again, he didn’t know a damn thing about the Lily of now, did he? He had to stop thinking of her as the shy, virginal girl she’d been. That girl was gone. In her place was a competent, ball-busting ex-cop turned private investigator. One who wanted to turn him in as a thief. One who wanted to steal the virus from him.
He looked at her, wishing he could delve into her mind, really talk to her. But that would mean telling her things he couldn’t. Not right now, anyway. Maybe not ever.
Her breathing was deep and even, signaling she’d fallen asleep. The orgasm had worked. She’d needed the release. So did he. But Mac hadn’t often gotten what he wanted, and what he’d really wanted tonight was Lily. What he’d always wanted was Lily.
Denial built character, right?
Or at least a long sleepless night.
Lily woke early, her body sprawled half over Mac’s.
She was cold, stiff and utterly pissed about her behavior the night before.
She’d been after the virus and his cell phone. Or even his gun. Instead, she’d gotten an orgasm. No vial, no cell phone, no gun. No freedom.
But yeah, she’d gotten one hell of a cl**ax. Then she’d passed out in his arms. And this morning she was still Mac’s prisoner.
Ugh. Some tough PI she was. Hell of a way to do your job, Lily.
The odd thing was she felt no embarrassment. He’d offered, she’d needed it and why the hell shouldn’t she have taken? Anxiety had ratcheted up to screaming level, and she’d really craved a shriek-inducing orgasm. She might not have screamed, but she sure cried out with the release.
Granted, it hadn’t been the same as having Mac’s thick c**k buried deep inside her, but what her body wanted and what it was going to get were two different things.
Besides, she had no business dredging up the past with Mac, at least not emotionally. Physically, well, why not? They were two consenting adults and she was no longer a wide eyed teenager. She was more mature than the last time they’d played this game. She could handle it now. The logical part of her knew that she and Mac had no future beyond this time they would spend together. Why not use him the same way he’d used her ten years ago? He was great in bed, knew how to use his mouth and hands. She’d never had better orgasms than the ones she’d had with him. Even the one last night had been pretty damned spectacular, and he’d done nothing more than lie there while she rolled around on top of him and rubbed her cl*tagainst his cock.