Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(23)
Author: Erin McCarthy

As fast as he was on her, he pulled away. “Thanks,” he said mildly and moved on past her to the driver’s side of her car.

Suzanne took a deep breath and shivered in the cool night air. “You’d better watch it, Jefferson, or you’ll get yours.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Ryder closed the door behind him to prove the point.

Left standing there horny, Suzanne had no choice but to get into the passenger side, contemplating smacking him upside the head with her puffy vest. But it was too far to reach it in the backseat, so she settled for considering ways to sexually torture him all night.

“Oh, and feel free to give me a blow job while I’m driving,” he said, grinning as he threw the car into reverse.

Subtle. “Why are we going backward?” she asked, well aware he wasn’t serious about the o**l s*x request. Which would be the perfect way to get back at him. Once he started driving, she was so going down on him. The man drove nearly two hundred miles an hour on a looping track with forty plus other cars in close contact with him. He could handle driving her SUV at forty miles an hour with her mouth on his cock.

“Getting my duffle bag. I dropped it somewhere back there.”

“Sorry about that,” she said, grinning.

“No, you’re not.”

He knew her so well. “No. I’m not.”

Ryder stopped the car, hopped out, retrieved his bag, and tossed it in the backseat. Suzanne let him get settled and let him start down the road in companionable silence for a few minutes before she shifted in her seat.

When she bent over his lap and undid his zipper Ryder gave an audible groan and the car lurched a little. “Careful,” she told him, reaching in to stroke his warm flesh.

“You’re not really going to . . .”

She popped him free from his jeans and closed her mouth over him.

“Shit, yes, you are.”

Pulling back, she glanced up at him. “You told me feel free.”

“But you never do anything I suggest.”

Suzanne laughed. “True that. But then again, I never thought I’d be having sex with you again either.”

“Which makes it a good night all around.” The car came to a halt when she flicked her tongue up and down the length of him.

“Keep driving. It’s more fun that way.”

“I’m going to hit a tree.”

“You are not. You’re a professional driver.” Then Suzanne was done with talking. She closed her mouth over his c**k and slid up and down, enjoying the feel of him hardening under her touch. He swelled fully erect in a matter of seconds and she felt her own arousal increase as he filled her.

It was delicious, to drive him wild while he was driving her car, to take him deep into her mouth over and over, her fingers cupping his testicles through his jeans. There was something so freeing and powerful about it, her rhythm steady and controlled. The sounds he made pleased her, his low steady moans a testament to how he was enjoying her touch, and how he was fighting to maintain control.

“We’re coming up on the main road,” he told her.

“So?” Suzanne paused and tried to look up at him, but she could only see his chest.

“So, I’m going to pause before I pull out onto the road, and come in your mouth.”

Oooh, she liked the way he thought. Ryder braked, threw the car into park and buried his hands in her hair, helping her pick up the pace of her strokes.

Suzanne briefly worried about his ability to get it up again later, but then figured it didn’t matter. She was just going to lie back and receive o**l s*x until death as he’d already indicated. So Suzanne added her hand to the slide of her mouth, squeezing a little at the base of his cock, his skin slick from her tongue.

His fingers paused in her hair, then he exploded, filling her with his salty, hot taste. He was the only man she ever let do this, the only man that she actually took a certain amount of satisfaction in having him finish while still in her mouth. It struck her suddenly that even after two years apart, during which time she’d never let another man even come close to this, that she hadn’t even hesitated with Ryder.

Pulling back, she wiped her lips and tried to slow her suddenly pounding heart. Those feelings, the ones she’d convinced herself were dead, were swelling in her chest, and she wasn’t sure what to do with them. She just knew she wanted to grin like a fool, laugh like a hyena, and swear like a sailor.

She still loved the bastard.

Which was just so wrong. As was the fact that it took a blow job to get her to realize it.

But there it was. She still loved him.

Which meant that she needed to make sure he understood that this was it, just one night. Any more than that, she seriously couldn’t handle because nothing that had been wrong before had changed.

But tonight, she wasn’t going to worry about any of that; she intended to just enjoy herself.

“That was . . .” His words tapered off.

“What?” Suzanne sat up and adjusted her seat belt. She gave him a very sly smile. “Fast?”

He let out a crack of laughter as he rezipped. “Yes, you sexy bitch. I have no control when you’re doing that.”

That was a compliment she’d take.

And he’d used to call her sexy bitch all the time. It was a term of endearment some women might not like, but she loved it. It had told her that Ryder got her and her sense of humor, and he’d always said it with a grin, a satisfied smile, or an indulgent exasperation. Tonight it was a satisfied smile.

“Good.” Suzanne stared at Ryder’s profile in the dim light. She knew every inch of his face, his body. There had been so many times in the past two years where she had wanted to reach out and touch him, just a hand on the arm, her head on his shoulder, a quick kiss like she had always done, only to remember that she no longer had the right to do any of those things.

Leaving him and their marriage had not been an easy decision, and there had been a thousand little things that had all piled up like bricks day in, day out, until the wall between them was so high that the sense of comfort, ease, love had been gone, replaced by tension and accusations. While they could never go back, tonight it felt like they had taken a jigsaw and carved a little window in the wall.

So she reached out and ran her fingers through his dark hair as he pulled out onto the main road, loving the feel of the soft bristle-short strands, before wandering down to his neck and massaging him. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it, he just gave a low grunt of approval.