Rebel (Renegades #2)(88)
Author: Skye Jordan

No, it had never been this good for her either.

Was that the difference? Making love versus having sex?

“Will you ride me, baby?” He reached above her with one hand, released the bungee hooks and pulled her hands out. Then rubbed his fingers over a gentle sting she hadn’t noticed before and brought her hands to his lips for gentle kisses over her wrists. Ride me so I can watch your body move? Nothing turns me on more.”

She pressed a hand to his chest, easing him back while she sat forward. “I have to warn you,” she said, rolling with him so he stayed inside her until they’d switched positions, “I was a rodeo star in a former life.”

His laugh was low and appreciative. He gripped her hips and rocked her deeper. “Uh-uh.” She pulled his hands from her ass and pressed them over his head, curling his fingers around the headboard’s iron scrolls. “This is my show. Hold on, handsome.”

As she straightened, Rubi dragged her hands down his muscled arms, his damp chest, his ribbed belly. “You are one hunk of fine man, Mr. Lawson.”

Gripping his waist, she tossed her hair to one side and lowered her mouth to his chest, licking one flat, bronze nipple, then biting the other. He lifted his hips and pushing deeper. She used her knees to lift off him, letting him slide slowly along her wet walls. He ground his teeth, his hot gaze watching his length leave her body. She couldn’t remember ever seeing so much desire in a man’s eyes. Maybe she’d simply never paid that much attention, but Wes’s pleasure was all she could focus on now.

She shook her hair back, arched her spine, and lifted her hands, pulling her hair up and off her neck as she sank slowly back onto him.

“Yes.” He drew out the low, rugged word. “So gorgeous.” He lifted one hand from the bedframe and pressed it against her face in a sweet gesture somehow at odds with the intense sex. “Love you, Rubi. Love you so much.”

Heat washed Rubi’s chest—not exactly raw fear, but not anything she recognized as love either. But how would she recognize love when she didn’t know the first thing about it? Pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind, Rubi rocked her hips, pumping his c**k in rhythmic, wet strokes, her body undulating hips to shoulders. Hips to shoulders. This she knew. This she understood. This she could give him.

He grabbed for the headboard again, head bowing back on a sound of raw need. His fingers flexed and clenched around the iron bars.

She leaned back, braced her hands on his thick thighs, continuing her ride. His head came up, gaze dropped to her pu**y, to the sight of him gliding in, drawing out.

“Fuck, Rubi…” he rasped, his tone nearly painful. “Too much.”

His biceps rippled and his hips bucked, driving his c**k deep. Rubi fell forward, catching herself on his chest. Wes took her face in his hands and held her there, staring into her eyes as his hips rocked, driving her higher and higher. He pulled her down until her mouth covered his and kissed her, mirroring the movement of his body.

“Come with me, Rubi.”

His hand slid down her body, curved around her ass, and held her tight as he plunged and plunged and plunged. He filled her. Stretched her. Drove her. In a way, she didn’t understand, he completed her. Rubi fell against his chest and held on tight as the orgasm ripped through her. As Wes continued to thrust, delivering extreme heights of pleasure. Their climaxes clashed, blended.

Wes called her name with such exquisite pleasure, Rubi’s chest tightened. Emotion, thick and warm and overwhelming, rushed in, swamping her.

She went limp, melting on top of him. He was sweaty, warm, slick and hard, his body a slab of heaving, hard muscle. His hands swept gently up and down her back, then rested at her hips.

“God damn, Wes.” She whispered the words against his chest, unable to catch her breath.

“Right?” he agreed, his heart beating hard beneath her. “We are so f**king good together.”

A small smile turned her mouth, all she could manage. The pleasure’s intensity ebbed into sinfully sweet decadence and flowed through Rubi’s veins like melted gold. “We sure are.”

Twenty-Seven

Rubi lay against a bevy of pillows, knees up, laptop against her knees. She was almost done with the fixes and upgrades to Wes’s father’s sensor program. Wes snoozed beside her, coming awake to answer questions, kiss her, touch her, then fall back to sleep. His hand now curved over the top of her foot, warm and sure. He created a calm inside her similar to the one that came over her near the ocean. Well, sometimes. Other times he created more of a turbulent storm sensation—some good storms, some not.

She was just writing the last section of code for a mini app she’d created to monitor the sensors when the front door opened downstairs, followed by footsteps and voices. Susie was home with the kids. Rubi’s blissful privacy with Wes was over, and disappointment closed in.

He rolled to his side, opened his eyes, and squeezed her foot. “Guess we have to face the world again.” He didn’t sound thrilled with the prospect either. “When we get back to LA, I want to take you away somewhere for the weekend. Just you and me for forty-eight, maybe even seventy-two hours straight.”

Rubi smiled and combed her hand through his hair. That soft, relaxed, comfortable look in his eyes seemed to reach inside her and squeeze, infusing her with happiness. And like a conduit, that happiness immediately brought fear. Completely irrational but very real. She had to find a way to break that circuit.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, is there something going on with Emma?” Rubi lowered her knees. “She’s a lot shyer than Abby.”

“She’s borderline autistic,” Wes said. “Or at least that’s the label they’ve given her so she can get special help at school. But she’s high-functioning, meaning she has fewer problems on the autistic spectrum, and she’s absolutely brilliant. Does math at a high school level. Has a high capacity for anything structural. She just doesn’t communicate well. But she’s a real love once she warms up to you. Very affectionate.”

“Hmm.” Rubi felt a pang of pity for the girl. This world was harsh—at least in Rubi’s experience—especially for anyone outside mainstream society. “She’s lucky she’s got such a great family to back her, then.”

Wes sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “How’s the program coming?”

“Almost done. I added code to measure soil moisture, temperature, alkalinity, salinity, CO2, and nitrogen levels. If he wants to add something, he just needs to cut and paste the code with a few minor edits. And I’ve almost got an app created he can use to monitor it all on his iPhone.”