Ricochet (Renegades #3)(11)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Want what?”

He grinned. “Want me to fuck you when we get to the room. Against a wall? On a table? A counter? Bent over the bed? What?”

“God…” she breathed, “I…don’t know. I don’t care. Whatever you like. I just need it.”

He’d discovered another new thrill—that exciting a woman to the point where she couldn’t think about how she wanted it, just that she had to have it, was a ridiculous turn-on.

The van slowed to a stop, and Rachel groaned out a sound of relief. “Is it just me, or did that take forever?”

“That took forever.” Ryker dragged his fingers from her pussy and stroked the wetness around her clit.

A surprised sound vibrated in her throat before Ryker slid his hand down her thigh and eased her back into the seat beside him. “Let the others get off first.”

He buttoned and zipped his pants, then held Rachel’s hand tight and pulled her to her feet. Walking was going to be a painful proposition, but the reward would be well worth it.

4

Rachel’s legs weren’t working right. Her head floated. And an extreme sexual hunger consumed her like fire. Her clit and her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heart, swollen and sensitive. Wetness slipped along her folds.

She was intensely, wickedly, insanely turned on as she followed Nathan toward the front of the bus, his bags over one shoulder, his free hand wrapped around hers in a way that made her feel safe when she knew very well she shouldn’t.

“Thanks,” he told the driver, pulling a few folded bills from his pocket for the woman. “Have a good night.”

“You too, now.”

Nathan moved down the stairs, then turned and gripped Rachel’s waist to help her off the van, setting her gently on the ground. All they were going to do was get in the room and fuck, yet she couldn’t remember the last time a man had done something so simple and thoughtful for her.

Then again, the alcohol was definitely hitting, and her memory might be a tad…selective.

Nathan held the hotel’s main door open for her and kept his hand on her lower back as she passed through. Rachel directed him toward elevators she’d noticed when she’d come in earlier to pick up the key, and he pressed the elevator’s up button.

Rachel stared at the lighted arrow, and for the first time since she’d taken a seat next to him at the bar, she had a real second thought. This was terribly spontaneous. Crazily impulsive. Not like her at all.

“Pays to be in the stunt business, huh?” he said.

Nathan’s voice pulled her fuzzy head from the random thought. His fingers skimmed down her spine, then back up as his gaze swept the lobby. Damn, he was so good-looking. He didn’t have that movie-star quality that many of the Renegades did—first and foremost, Jax and Wes. Nathan was far more rugged¸ which only made him more attractive to her.

He also kissed like the devil, had a body like granite, and used his hands like a god.

The elevator doors opened. “Finally,” he said, stepping into the empty car, pulling Rachel in beside him. “Is it me, or did that take forever?”

She laughed, but the sound touched her ears like a giggle. A giggle? And repeated his words to her in the van. “That took forever.”

As soon as the doors closed, she turned to Nathan, backed him against the wall, pushed up on her toes, and pulled his head down to kiss him. He opened to her, drank her in, his tongue tasting in erotic sweeps. His arms wrapped her hips, his hands grabbed her ass and dragged her against his erection.

She pried her hand between them to stroke his cock, hard and long and thick beneath his cargo pants. He growled into her mouth and broke the kiss with a desperate, “Baby…”

“I probably should have mentioned,” she said, stroking him, “alcohol makes me horny.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and low. “And here I thought it was all me.”

“Oh, it’s all you. The alcohol only helps me get it out.”

“Makes inhibitions evaporate?”

“Yes, in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol.”

His eyes were fiery. His grin seductive. “I’m sure there’s a minibar in the room.”

The insinuation thrilled and unnerved. “Why? What did you have in mind?”

The elevator stopped, and the doors parted. Nathan held the door with one foot and gripped Rachel’s face with both hands, his gaze intense and serious . “Anything, and everything, you’ve ever wanted or dreamed of.”

“Wh—” The word dissipated before she could get it out. “What…what if I haven’t…dreamed of anything?”

His grin grew. His eyes softened. “I can always introduce you to a few of my own fantasies.”

Wings brushed the inside of her torso, flapping wildly until Rachel felt both giddy and dizzy. And nervous, wondering if this man might be too much to handle. Something she should have been thinking about back at the bar.

He stepped out of the elevator and drew her with him. “What room?”

“Um…” She pulled the key card from the side of her purse and looked at the sleeve. “Twelve-oh-three.”

He started that way, two doors down, and stepped aside so Rachel could insert the key, but then wrapped his arms around her from behind, his body curved to hers, rubbing his erection against her ass, his mouth on her neck. Her sex burst with heat. She automatically met his decadent pressure, and when she dropped her head against his shoulder, Nathan’s hand slid up her belly, over her breast, and across her throat. His fingers spread, framing her jaw, holding her head back and exposing her neck as his mouth traveled over the sensitive flesh. Kissing, licking, biting. All while his other hand splayed over her belly, holding her against him.

“Need some help?” he asked, his voice a rough rasp.

“What?”

“Help.” His teeth traveled across her jawbone, one nip at a time. “With the key. If we don’t get inside soon…” The hand at her belly slid lower. Rachel gasped and stiffened. The movement pushed her harder against his erection, and the whole mix burned sensation through her veins. “I’m gonna do you in the hallway.”

“Yeah.” She lifted the card over her shoulder. “I need help.”

He covered Rachel’s hand with his own. “Sure about this? You can still change your mind.”

It took a second for Rachel to drag her brain from warp speed. “I’m sure. Are you?”