Without Limits: Austin (Rugged Riders Book 4)

by Ambrielle Kirk

  His eyes softened. “I want you now. You’re what I need. You’ve always been what I needed.” His breath fanned against my neck. “Be with me. Just this once. Let me show you what I’ve been fantasizing to do to you for years.”

  I arched against him. I wanted him touching me everywhere. “Austin.”

  “Let’s take it one day at a time. We don’t have to make any promises. Let’s just indulge in what we both obviously want. I didn’t come to run, Valerie. I came to take you back with me. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll stay here with you. Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

  His lips traveled up from my neck and across my face, lingering against my cheek until he finally took my mouth. He nibbled gently at my bottom lip until I gave him free access. He kissed me more gently now than he did the other night. Our tongues played and twirled and my body rejoiced in the throes of our passion.

  “Austin,” I mumbled against his lips. “I’m tired of being the one with the broken heart.”

  I pushed against him, but he captured my wrists with his hand and lifted them above my head. Next he dipped his head and slid his hot, eager tongue against my cleavage. He used his free hand to lift my top until it came to rest at the top of my breasts. One tug behind my back and my bra was loose around me and my breasts dropped free from its confines. He plucked gently at my nipples with his fingers, rolling the buds around gently.

  I moaned and rocked my hips against him. “Please…”

  “I’ll do that, Valerie. I will please you until you’re satisfied beyond your wildest imaginations.”

  Without warning, he bent his head low and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, licked, and played there. He went back and forth between both breasts, leaving wet, heated trails all over my skin.

  “Remember I told you what I wanted to do to you?” he asked.

  I bit my bottom lip and cried out as he tugged my nipple playfully with his teeth. “Yes.”

  “I hope you weren’t expecting any more customers.”

  “You mean here? As in, in this store?”

  “Yes, beautiful. I’ve learned my lesson. I’d take you right here where you stand, but when I’m done with you, I want you to verbally beg me to fuck you. I bet you’re already wet.”

  All I could do was nod.

  With his mouth pushed against my throat, he slid his hands up between my legs, slipped his fingers inside my panties and drove his digits up into me. He parted my pussy lips and rubbed talented fingers against my swollen clit. He did all this while still licking at my sensitive nipples. He pumped his fingers into me over and over again, stroking my clit at just the right angle with each upward thrust. My body shuddered, my legs throbbed, and my clit pulsed. I bit hard on my lip and grabbed his shoulder, holding on for dear life. Then he was gone and cold air folded over me.

  No, he couldn’t have…he wouldn’t have. My eyes flew open.

  He stood there grinning, licking his lips, staring at me with wild abandonment. “I would never leave you this way,” he said. “I’m ready for our next course.”

  Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the back of the store. His exploration of my body didn’t stop there and every caress across my skin brought back memories of our first time together and of every time after that.

  “Take off that little sexy skirt.”

  There was no way I was going to resist this time. We were alone and I wanted him. Badly.

  I hooked my thumbs under my waistband and dragged the skimpy skirt down over my hips. The garment fell to my feet. His warm, seductive gaze washed over me as his palms folded across my hips.

  He walked me backward. There was a large square table in the center of the room where we stopped. I cried out in surprise when he lifted me on the tabletop.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Every inch of you. From the hair on your head to the milk chocolate complexion of your skin.”

  He helped me pull off my top and shed my bra until my breasts were completely exposed to me. He cupped them in his palms and rubbed the turgid nipples with his thumbs. He dipped downward and took one nipple into his mouth. He pulled my bud firmly into his mouth, sucking hungrily. I reached out and threaded my fingers to his hair and pulled him to my chest. His lusty groans of satisfaction turned me on even more. He knew my body too well. I could’ve reached climax like that, but he had other ideas.

  He lifted one of my heeled feet and placed it on to his shoulders. As he positioned my legs to his satisfaction, he pressed his mouth my inner thigh, one and then the other, over and over again, rubbing his cheeks and lips back and forth over my heated skin. I leaned back slightly and held myself up on the table with both of my palms. He shoved my wet panties aside and pumped two fingers into my tight pussy. My hips bucked against his fist and I slid to the edge of the table, giving him easy access to all of me. When his fingers left me, I moaned in disapproval, but then he tugged my panties all the way down my legs and tossed them on the table beside me. I knew from this day forward, I would never work productively at this table again.

  With my legs positioned on his shoulders, he settled between my inner thighs and nuzzled gently at my cleft. His roughened cheek rubbed lovingly against the small, manicured triangle of black hair.

  “I’ve never forgotten the sweet cotton candy taste of you,” he murmured against me. “Your pussy is the color of pink roses still. God in Heaven, I can’t wait to make you mine. Completely and thoroughly mine.”

  I had no words. I wasn’t planning on protesting what I’ve wanted all these years.

  I was on my elbows, watching him. The moment he opened his mouth and devoured me, I moaned his name. My toes curled in the shoes and I was careful not to dig the sharp end of my heels into his back, but it was no use. He seemed to like it anyway as he pulled my pussy closer to his mouth. No part of my sex was left untouched and he took deep swipes of my pussy, using long swipes up and down. He showed my clit the utmost care as he lapped the right side and then the left and then sucking gently to take me deeper into ecstasy.

  “I’m going to come,” I rasped.

  His tongue entered me and he fucked me like that with everything he had. I’d only known such passion with him and if his only purpose was to come here this evening and show me how perfect he was for me then he had succeeded. I came undone, my cries of ecstasy echoing throughout the backroom. My body shook helplessly under his savage onslaught and my climax continued in vivid waves over me. He was a generous lover, holding me open and worshipping my pussy and clit with gentle strokes of his tongue. When he was done with me, he came up grinning and licking his lips.

  “Oh my God,” I panted.

  I watched as he began to undress, fumbling feverishly at the buttons on his shirt. I hopped down from the table to help him out. He seemed a little surprised by my actions, but I knew what I wanted. I undid his fly and shoved his pants down legs. He kicked off shoes and tossed all his garments to the side in the same pile. I remained on my knees, admiring the rock hard dick that I’d come to remember in my daydreams. His tanned skin contrasted well against my chocolate milk complexion. He was thick and lengthy and felt heavy against my palms.

  I tasted him, sliding my tongue on the underside of his dick, starting at the base and moving along a throbbing vein to the tip. I took the soft mushroom-shaped head and sucked him inside my hungry mouth until he was buried some five inches within me. He tasted salty and sweet, like caramel and chocolate all rolled into one. I worked my mouth over him, going as deep as I could stand. He grabbed the back of my head and plunged all eight inches of himself into my mouth. I gagged on him when he hit the back of my throat. He groaned when I grabbed his hips, settled on the floor between his legs, and submitted myself to him. I hadn’t spent ten minutes on me knees when he pulled me up again to my feet.

  “Your mouth on my dick feels amazing,” he murmured against my lips, kissing me. “But I’ve been waiting so long to fuck you, I can’t hold back. I can�
��t be gentle.”

  “I don’t want you to be gentle,” I said.

  With his big strong arms, he lifted me upward and I wrapped my legs around him. He sat me on top of the table again and grabbed a condom from the wallet he’d placed there. He rolled the latex down the length of his big cock. My legs were wrapped around him again and he slid into my pussy, inch by inch, spreading me wide to accommodate his thickness. I rocked my hips up into him until he was buried to the hilt inside of me.

  This time, it was his legs that almost gave way. “Valerie, you feel so good. You’re mine. Do you understand me?”

  I pressed my forehead against his and nodded.

  “This—” he thrust hard “Is. Mine. The only man who can claim this. Who can put a ring on this…is me. I will love you. Without limits. I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks. Say you’re mine.”

  I swallowed, holding back tears of joy. “I’m yours, Austin. Why did you take so long to realize that?”

  When I caught his gaze again, I saw that his eyes had watered as well. I knew Austin just as well as he knew me. He wasn’t the type to let anyone see him cry. This was him opening up to me. No words were spoken as we exchanged what I understood to be our unspoken devotion to each other.

  Austin took me to the other end of the room and pushed me back into the wall. He pulled out and then slid back into me slowly and deliberately. He did this over and over again until my body relaxed and all tension faded. From then on out, he fucked me with urgent need. Pounding himself into me and grinding upward against my clit. He plunged hard, using the wall behind me for support, giving me what I craved and taking what he desired in the process.

  When I fell apart this time, he fell apart with me. My orgasm began as a tingling sensation in my nipples and then spread through my body, reaching all the way down to my toes. Raw satisfaction folded over his face and he thrust into me with more controlled and organized force as his climax took him. There was an inferno between us and the moment he spilled his seed into the condom, the sensations intensified and then exploded into a million difference pieces around us.

  “Valerie.”

  “Austin.”

  The last remnants of his orgasm shuddered through him and then he held me tightly and we slid down to the floor. I hugged him close, feeling his rabid heartbeat against mine.

  “Finally,” he murmured into my hair. “I’ve got you now, Valerie. And this time, I’m not letting you go.”

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later

  “Nice view, isn’t it?”

  I spun around when I heard Austin’s voice. I hadn’t even realized that he’d come back in the room.

  “I’ve never been to a casino hotel like this. Actually, I’ve never been to a casino at all.”

  “I’ll have to show you around once the place clears out in the morning,” he said.

  “So, you really own this now?”

  He nodded. “Co-owner. I’m not really into running an operation like this, but I didn’t want to sell it so I called on some partners to help me out.”

  “And the private jet that brought us here?”

  “I kept that, of course. It’s mine.” He grinned, and then added. “I had almost given up on tracing my uncle’s business dealings, but I’m glad I did. I just wish we could have taken what was ours years ago.”

  When Austin became the executor of his uncle’s estate, he’d traced the man’s connections all the way back to the casino, which was once owned by the Clark family. Somewhere along the way, Austin’s relatives had lost the business after falling on some hard times. With a little help from other angel investors working with Austin, he was able to save the place from being bought up by unrelated investors.

  “You deserve this. This is your family’s business and you get to build it from the ground up again.”

  “You think all of these material things make me happy, Valerie,” he asked, closing the short distance between us.

  “If you’ve worked to earn it, you should be happy. You worked hard to get everything you’ve ever wanted. You left some things behind, but you also grew in the process and you never lost sight of who you really were. I wanted to say it changed you, but it didn’t. I can see that now. I wish I was there for you.”

  “You are now and I’m grateful for that.” He leaned in and brushed his thumb across my bare shoulder.

  “Yes, I’m here for you,” I said.

  “Me too. And I’m not going any where. I finally know what happiness really is and it all starts with you.”

  Bonus Book: Taken by Temptation ~ Trent

  Turn the page to read the BONUS BOOK, Taken by Temptation, Zaira and Trent’s story.

  RUGGED SERIES BOOKS:

  DRIVEN BY DESIRE

  TAKEN BY TEMPTATION

  SEDUCED BY SIN

  WITHOUT LIMITS

  Taken by Temptation Story Summary

  (Rugged Book Two)

  When Zaira's father does the unthinkable and hires a professional gambler and self-made millionaire to take over the finances at Svelte Technologies, she is less than pleased. On top of that, Zaira is forced to work with him. Her temper isn't the only thing growing hot when she can't agree with him. They were friends before until he scandalized and ended a marriage with his womanizing ways.

  Despite Trent's bad boy reputation, Zaira melts under his heated stare when they're in the same room together. Yet, she refuses to let him play her like a game of cards. Her world gets complicated when she’s taken by temptation. Zaira will need more than book smarts to successfully escape a rogue.

  Chapter 1

  Zaira’s laughter flowed toward Trent like a magnet, and he paused near the open glass pane doors to listen before following it inside the house. Aside from the partying, BBQ, and open bar, hearing Zaira’s voice had to have been the best moment of the block party. Actually seeing her would be the icing on the cake.

  Trent hadn’t crossed paths with the beautiful vixen in several months despite how much Marcus and Tanya talked about her. Somehow both he and Zaira always seemed to pick opposite days of the week to visit the couple. Or was she avoiding him? It had been too long since he last saw her, and Trent wanted to hear Zaira’s beautiful voice up, close, and personal.

  Right now he didn’t care if she refused to give him the time of day. If he could only have one moment to acknowledge that she was doing well that would make his night. Hell…he couldn’t even figure out why she kept giving him the cold shoulder anyway. What had he done to make her stay far away from him?

  As he entered the home, he didn’t see Zaira right away, but there was no mistaking that she was here. Trent grabbed a beer from the bar and looked around the room. There were about a dozen or so people inside celebrating as well but the ambiance was a lot more intimate than the area around the pool. The women outnumbered the men, but usually that was the way the brothers of Rugged Riders rolled. Especially on a night like this. This date marked the day of a new member’s initiation into R.R. It didn’t matter how trivial the occasion was. If there was an excuse to celebrate with women, booze, and food, there almost always was a gathering. They were a close-knit circle of brothers, commonly connected by blood or friendship—and sometimes both. R.R. was a family he’d always been proud to be a part of.

  A football game was being aired on the big screen television in front of three rows of theatre-style seating. The guys were getting riled up in their seats, yelling at a piece of plasma. The NFL season was in full swing and they all had their favorite teams to root for. Trent could conclude from the rolls of cash on a table nearby that there was live betting going on. Although betting was his fortay, he was in pursuit of something greater.

  On the other end of the basement was another wet bar where the cocktails and mixed drinks were being served by a couple of bartenders. Trent had not too long spoken with Drew, who’d recently inherited the mansion. Coincidentally his friend was the one who’d just been initiated. Amidst all the excitement wa
s a pool table, but the active game was not what caught Trent’s immediate attention.

  As soon as Trent spotted Zaira in the room, there was not one person or thing there that could’ve swayed his attention from her. He hadn’t expected her to be here. She almost never attended any events anymore, not even the one’s where her father had been the host.

  Zaira Wright was bent over the pool table with a cue in her hand as she positioned herself to hit the ball. There were other spectators hanging around with cue sticks in what appeared to be a group game. It didn’t surprise Trent that the center of attention for the few R.R. brothers standing around the table was Zaira’s fine ass in a mini-skirt. He had this instant urge to barge in and snatch her away from roving eyes—an urge that he dispelled quickly given the circumstances.

  Zaira made a clean hit, striking one ball, and sending two others into separate pockets. Two women standing off to the side cheered her on and they gave each other high-fives.

  Zaira turned around and held her palm out to Nathan, a Texan R.R.. “Pay up.”

  Nathan chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “You’ve got good aim.” He put several bills in Zaira’s palm.

  Zaira was always up to something whenever she did attend the R.R. parties.

  “You’ve got good cash too.” She inspected the bills and then stuck them into the waistband of her skirt. “I proved you wrong. I nailed them both, so what else do you bet I can’t do?”

  Zaira was known for getting kicks on trying to prove someone she was right or that someone else was wrong. She liked to be in control and from what Trent knew about her, this trait got Zaira her way lots of times…and it also got Zaira in trouble lots of times. Her father definitely had stories for days about her run-ins with the authorities and the like.

  “Finish the game. Nail them all,” Nathan said. “I bet you can’t do that.”