Let It Ride. Jillian Burns

and licked and buried his nose between the heavy mounds as he kissed their silken flesh.

      He might never get enough of them. She was the ultimate high. One taste and he’d become a Jordan junkie.

      As soon as the thought hit, his cock jumped and ached. He trailed kisses down to her quivering stomach, biting lightly, nibbling into her belly button and farther down to the edge of her panties. He wanted to be inside her now. “Take them off.” With both hands, he gripped her waist and lifted her while she reached beneath her skirt and peeled them off, one long leg at a time. “Grip the bars behind you, and put your feet on my thighs.” He cupped her butt and raised her warm pussy to his lips.

      She was wet, so wet for him. He lapped at her sweet juice and licked her swollen clit, teasing it with gentle bites. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last.

      As he plunged his tongue in and played with her soft folds, she made little moaning sounds and called out. He looked up to see her silhouetted against the light, her chest rising and falling, her hair blowing in the sandy breeze. Her eyes were squeezed closed, and the expression on her face as she opened them pierced him. He’d never had a woman come so fast.

      He slid one hand up her damp back and she let go of the handlebars and wrapped her arms around his neck. Somehow he managed to slip the condom on before she slowly lowered herself onto his cock and he lost all reasonable thought.

      She circled her legs around his hips and settled over him, wiggling into place.

      “Don’t move!” He gripped her hips, unsure how long he’d last in her tight warmth. His boot heels dug into the gravel. In this position he was buried to the hilt, yet he couldn’t push up into her, couldn’t pump into her the way his body screamed for him to.

      With a mischievous smile, she pressed her lips to his neck and trailed kisses up behind his ear, down his jaw and finally covered his mouth.

      She made him frantic, mad for release. He lost control. He gripped her butt and raised and lowered her. Soon she caught the rhythm and braced her arms on his shoulders to rock her hips.

      Indescribable pleasure washed over him, building stronger, faster, hitting him harder. He held on tight, and a strangled cry escaped as he shot deep into her core. Hits of ecstasy bombarded his groin and spread up his entire body.

      Her fingers clenched on his scalp and scraped down his back as he tried to regain his breath. Echoes of the thrill still tingled and stung. He looked up and found Venus on the western horizon and Mars hanging just above the crescent moon. He picked out the Pleiades, Canis Captain and Orion. Anything to take his mind off the fact that he was squeezing Jordan to him as if his life depended on her and his eyes had come damn close to watering until he’d blinked a couple times.

      Anything to forget that he didn’t want to let go.

      4

      THREE HOURS later Cole pulled his Harley into a parking space next to McCabe’s Jeep at Red Rocks National Conservation Area. The sun was inching its way over the canyons to the east, and Cole sat staring at the orange and purple streaks coloring the clouds.

      He wished he was up there, above the stratosphere. He wished he’d never come to Vegas. After the hospital, he should have gone straight to Phoenix to visit his folks.

      Why the hell did he feel as if he’d lost the bet instead of won it? He was supposed to relish the look on McCabe’s face when Cole told him he’d gotten lucky with the Keno girl.

      But she wasn’t just a Keno girl. She was a woman. A woman who’d been upset enough to ride off with him on his bike and do something she’d told him only a few hours earlier that she couldn’t do. And he hadn’t even found out why. He’d just taken what she offered.

      McCabe climbed out of his Jeep, sipping steaming coffee from a cup. “Why aren’t you dressed? You can’t wear—Wait a minute. Isn’t that the same shirt you had on last night?”

      Cole glanced at his shirt. “So it is.” Swinging a leg off the bike, he ignored McCabe’s searching gaze, reached into the back of the Jeep and pulled out harnesses and ropes.

      “You been out all night? Tell me you didn’t…”

      Cole suppressed a smug grin. “All right. I didn’t.” He grabbed the backpack full of their climbing shoes and gloves from the Jeep and nodded to Grady, who’d just pulled up in his truck.

      “Well, I’ll be. Grady, he did it! He nailed Ms. Crash-and-Burn.”

      “Don’t call her that.”

      McCabe grinned. “Guess we can’t anymore. From now on, we’ll have to call her Ms. For-a-Good-Ti—”

      Cole jerked him up by his T-shirt. “Shut up.”

      McCabe stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Okay, Jackson. One good screw and she’s got you pussy-whipped? Didn’t you learn anything from my mistake?”

      “Just because you married a whore—”

      McCabe broke Cole’s hold and slammed a fist into his jaw.

      Cole stumbled back against his bike and pushed off again, fist swinging.

      Grady stepped between them, caught Cole’s knuckles in his palm, and shoved the two buddies apart. “You want to fight, take it somewhere else.” He looked pointedly at the family scrambling out of a minivan with backpacks and hiking boots. “I’ll be on the western cliff.” He picked up his harness and rope and strode away.

      Cole let his breathing slow, rubbing a hand over his stinging jaw.

      “I got an extra pair of shorts in the Jeep,” McCabe mumbled.

      Cole nodded. “Thanks.”

      Turning to pull another backpack from the vehicle, McCabe shook his head. “What can I say? I’m an ass.” He grinned. “I was just pissed you made it with a woman who turned me down flat.”

      A slow grin spread across Cole’s face as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. “No. You’re pissed because now you have to be a monk for the next thirty days.”