Rebel on the Run (Hot Rods)

by Rylon, Jayne

  Maybe that was why she didn’t flinch when he put his hands on her knees and pressed them apart, insinuating his bulk between them. Though his broad chest tapered to a trim waist, she spread her thighs for him, making it all too easy to imagine what it might be like to be intimate with him.

  As opposed to the gentlemen she’d taken before, he’d be raw and exciting. He’d strip away propriety and leave wildness behind. What kind of etiquette was there for exposing yourself so completely? Body and soul.

  She didn’t know.

  But she hoped he’d teach her.

  Kaelyn reached around Bryce’s bare chest to splay her hands on his back. Even spreading her fingers apart as far as possible, she didn’t feel as though she held much of him. He was so big. As if he’d grown larger than life since she’d seen him last.

  “It feels good to have you hug me again, Kae,” he whispered into her hair as he cupped her ass, helping her squirm closer to him…closer to the edge.

  “Is that what I’m doing? It feels different.” A ragged laugh burst from her lungs. “It’s like you’ve been reincarnated as some badass version of the boy I knew. You’re so familiar. And…not.”

  “I’m not that person anymore.” He repeated what he’d told her earlier.

  “I know. And neither am I. But you’ve improved and I’m…” She stopped short of admitting how broken she felt.

  “You’re amazing.” Leaning in, he nuzzled their noses together. This close, she could spy the ice-blue flecks between the gray of his irises. “Don’t make me show you.”

  “What if I want you to?” she whispered. Never in her life had she needed that confirmation more than this instant.

  “Are you sure?” His breath ghosted across her lips. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

  “Not really,” she admitted. “But I want you to show me. Whether that makes me a fool or not. This is for me.”

  “I wish I’d earned every bit of your confidence.” He groaned and slipped closer, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “But I thank you for it anyway. And I’m enough of a bastard to take what you’re offering. Because I’ve wanted it for half my life. I never thought I’d see you again, Kaelyn. I never thought I’d find out what you taste like beyond that pathetic nibble I had.”

  With that admission, her heart cracked. Or maybe it reformed itself, slightly stronger than it had been before. She lifted her hands, caressing his neck on the way to burying her fingers in his hair. A tug and a whimper later, her mouth crashed into his.

  Doubts vanished. Instinct prevailed. Her lips caressed Bryce’s, nudging him to respond when he appeared frozen with either shock or disbelief. Her tongue emerged to flirt with the seam of his lips when he held back. The tension in the muscles that quivered around her proved his restraint. Except she suddenly hoped to rip that away from him. To make him as exposed as she felt in his arms, and in the world in general these past few days.

  His roar proved he felt it too, this powerful yearning that ensured she’d never be cold again despite the dampness on her skin. Or maybe the moisture gathering between her thighs, which had nothing to do with the bath she’d abandoned.

  For the first time since her neighbor had taken off in the night, never to return home, something inside her stirred. Reawakened. Her craving seemed to have grown from the budding interest she’d experienced for her teenaged friend to a full-on blaze of desire for the man he’d turned into.

  Kaelyn didn’t give a crap that it wasn’t ladylike when she coiled her legs around his hips and smothered him like the mink coat she’d hated, doubly so since her father had insisted she wear it in the company of his peers. Bryce didn’t seem to mind. She devoured his lips as they softened against hers. Soon she found herself being rocked backward beneath the force of his returned affection.

  She’d been in the driver’s seat, but only for a moment.

  Thank God.

  The Bryce she’d sensed beneath his calm exterior showed up, proud and insistent. He grappled with her, squishing her closer to the furnace of his core until the thickness of his hard cock beneath his jeans rode the bare, sensitive place at the apex of her thighs. She squeaked and maybe jerked at the initial contact.

  Not because she hoped for escape. But because she’d been unprepared for the shock he sent through her system. Everything screamed out in response, begging for more of that pure electricity. White-hot radiance stole everything from her mind except thoughts of how to ride the lightning he forked through her veins.

  Worries disappeared, replaced by unadulterated lust.

  In two seconds, he’d reinforced her objections to the quiet, pleasant loving that hadn’t done much for her when she’d been intimate with her previous boyfriends.

  Freedom to explore raged through her, empowering her. She raked her French manicured nails down his chest, sad for the tiny bit of space insinuated between her and the wall of muscles in front of her, which made her feel protected by their inherent strength. So she slid her hands around his ribs, reveling in how they bellowed with the force of his escalating respiration.

  The nonverbal admission of her effect on him turned her on even more.

  Kaelyn hugged him to her despite the fact that she had to break contact with his mouth to suck in a gasping breath. He took the opportunity to kiss her chin and jaw, working toward her ear. Who knew it could be so sensitive there?

  A soft moan escaped her when he progressed to her neck and had her quaking in his unrelenting grasp. Thankfully, he seemed only to gain strength and momentum as he feasted on her tender flesh while she turned malleable in his hands.

  Her spine arched, granting him access to anything he chose to sample. From her collarbone then downward to the curve of her modest breasts. Never before had she regretted her lack of endowment. But his hands made her seem tiny when he cupped her, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers while staring at the darkening peaks as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  And before she could figure out what to say, he’d descended on them, flicking his tongue over first one, then the other. She gasped and speared her fingers into his hair once more, using the grip to mash him closer while steadying herself against the dizziness encroaching. He had her completely off-balance, her entire world shifting beneath her with the talented swipes of his tongue.

  Her toes curled behind his back, where her ankles crossed, hugging him to her.

  Could this really be happening?

  Sure, she’d had plenty of dreams that ended up like this. Some plain old fantasies too. Daydreams. Lots of them. Well, except Bryce hadn’t had these tattoos, or been so muscular, and they’d been in a bed, not on the bathroom sink.

  Beggars couldn’t be choosers.

  And she was certainly about to plead if he didn’t start sucking her harder, pulling her nipple into his hot, moist mouth.

  As if he listened to her silent demands, he increased the pressure of his suckling, tugging on her distended peaks until he drew her more fully between his lips. His tongue danced around the tissue while his hand entertained her other breast.

  When he released her with a slick noise that probably shouldn’t have sent shockwaves through her core, she whimpered. Quick to stifle her complaints, he switched sides, balancing out his decadent treatment.

  His free hand wandered down her stomach, causing her to suck in a breath and drop her head back against the mirror with a decided thunk. Oops.

  Bryce chuckled around her breast, peeking up at her to ensure she was okay before proceeding with his dexterous handling of her most sensitive parts.

  He winked up at her, then proceeded to circle her belly button with barely there brushes of his index finger. His mouth abandoned her in favor of blazing a trail of kisses that followed the path of his hand.

  He kissed her ribs, then her stomach, pausing to lick the swells of her hipbones. And when his chin nudged her mound, she flung her hands to the edge o
f the countertop and clung as tight as she could manage to keep from rocketing into orbit or plunging to the tile floor. The entire world seemed to wobble beneath her.

  Kaelyn’s eyes drifted closed as she focused on the pleasure Bryce imparted with every connection of his body to hers. Soft touches, licks, nuzzles and the warm puff of happy sighs buffeted the delta between her legs.

  The air swirling over her pussy turned cooler as Bryce inhaled deeply, seeming to savor the scent of her arousal, which he’d inspired. She peeked at him. Meeting his gaze as he stared up at her, as if waiting for permission.

  She nodded as best she could with every nerve in her body humming.

  Then it was more than a breeze washing over her. His mouth found her, again blanketing her in reverent kisses that swirled closer and closer to her clit. Though she’d gotten herself off hundreds of times, it felt foreign and divine when Bryce arrowed in on the pulsing bundle of nerves and licked once, long and slow.

  Montgomery Price had never been up for contact that crass. Or that satisfying.

  Kaelyn mewled, trying not to screech and draw his friends down on them again as she had when the sparkles had exploded on her in the bath. Somehow the glitter seemed appropriate now, as if demonstrating the twinkle he put in every cell of her being with his expert playing of her body.

  His hands spread her knees apart farther, the stretch adding to the delicious sensations bombarding her. Wet noises echoed in the tiled bathroom as he burrowed into the moist folds of her pussy and ate her with gusto. There were no polite, dainty nibbles of delicacies here. No sipping with raised pinkies. He slurped and savored her without a care for decorum.

  She appreciated his enthusiasm as he spiraled her higher and higher, lifting her arousal beyond measure. A tremble began in her toes and worked its way along her body until she shivered in his grasp, her hips arcing upward to meet his attentive mouth, lifting her ass from the vanity with regular pumps.

  Lost in the moment, she didn’t care how desperate she might appear. Or how wanton. Vulnerable.

  With one hand propped behind her, elbow locked, she used the other to curl around his neck and draw him deeper into her core. The increased contact had her thighs trembling around his face. Her knees knocked against his shoulders, which they draped over.

  He teased her, drawing quick circles around her clit before sucking on it then repeating the pattern. Though she’d like this euphoria to last forever, nothing so brilliant could be long-lived.

  Especially not when he wormed a hand between them to trace the clenching opening of her pussy. She bucked upward, trying to lodge him within her, but he resisted her at first. Teasing, dipping barely inside before retreating.

  A tortured moan left her as the ache he built within her began to throb.

  As if realizing he’d pushed her to the brink, he granted her relief. When he slid a finger inside her, then two, stretching the walls of her pussy, she didn’t stand a chance at resisting his invasion. Into her body or into her heart. Okay, so he’d taken up residence there years ago and his memory had never left, even when she’d thought him gone.

  Forever out of reach.

  Overwhelming emotions—gratefulness, relief, joy, heartbreak, ecstasy—combined into a cocktail that had her drunk on the pleasure Bryce fed her.

  He curled his digits, pumping them into her as he rubbed the front wall of her pussy, hitting a spot she hadn’t known she possessed. He triggered so many parts of her only he could reach, and in doing so granted her release.

  Kaelyn shattered beneath the potent onslaught.

  She came with great, wracking shudders that bordered on sobs.

  Bryce allowed her to ride them out, maximizing the potential of each clench with the magic movements of his hands even as he stood to look her in the eye while she continued to unravel.

  Before she could disintegrate fully, she reached for the top button of his jeans. The fabric strained beneath the pressure of his erection, which was clearly visible through the pants that conformed to every inch of his package and ass. Her thumb rubbed the wet spot at the top of the impressive bulge.

  He raised a brow at her, monitoring her reaction. A hint of uncertainty crept into his gaze as he watched her fall apart. He brushed her fingers aside before they could curl over the waistband of his jeans and soak in his hard heat.

  Then, to her horror, her gasps really did morph into blubbering. From the epic orgasm he’d given her or something else entirely, she couldn’t say.

  Too much. She’d gone through too damn much today. Emotions flooded out of the cracks left behind in the wake of her physical shattering. His rejection of her untrained touch was the last straw. In a jerky motion, she tugged her hand free of Bryce’s and used it to cover her eyes. Facing him would be impossible now.

  His fingers slipped from her still-spasming sheath as he pursued her.

  “Hey.” He didn’t let her retreat very far. Instead he put his arms around her, treating her as if she were a fragile vase. So different from the authority of his passionate touch, which she’d experienced just moments ago. She hated the change.

  Thrashing, she tried to break away. He refused to let her budge.

  “Calm down, Kae. I don’t want you busting your ass off this counter. It’s okay. I’ve got you. And you don’t have to…you know…reciprocate. I only wanted to give you something. A little peace. Something good after everything bad that happened. All right?”

  She pressed her face to the crook of his neck and bawled.

  “Okay, shit, more like I had to do it. I needed to taste you, Kae. I’m sorry if it was too much, too soon. You’ve had a hell of a week. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that, lady.” He kept rambling apologies that she couldn’t communicate to him were unnecessary through her tears.

  Couldn’t he tell how much he’d given her?

  Fear and anxiety bled from her like poison streaming from a wound.

  His generous caring cleansed her.

  “It was p-perfect.” She hiccupped as she finally got the strength to grant him some reassurance. “It’s just. A lot. Everything. Different. New.”

  “What do you mean new?” He would have to latch onto that, wouldn’t he?

  She didn’t respond right away. Her spine straightened and she pushed back from him a bit.

  “Kae, answer me.” The stern request sent another shock through her system. “You said you weren’t a virgin.”

  Calm down, already, would you? she scolded her body.

  “I’m not. I’ve had sex before.” She considered fudging. How could she when she’d settle for nothing but the pure truth from him anymore? “But I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Like what?” The smarmy grin tugging at his glistening lips tempted her recent resolve. She cleared her throat and attempted to repay him for the rapture he’d gifted her with. This time the heat staining her cheeks had more to do with embarrassment than desire.

  “Like I’d die if I didn’t come. Or like I could do that forever without my mind wandering to the charity event I’m planning next. Like I’d die happy if I could do that and nothing else for the next decade.” She figured she could stop there though there was so much more rushing through her.

  “Glad to hear it.” He chuckled as he swooped in for a kiss, calling it quits before it got too intense. Still it was long enough for her to sample their mingled flavors and decide she liked it. “Because I sure as hell have never eaten anyone as sweet as you. I’m going to need another taste soon.”

  “So why won’t you let me touch you?” She tilted her head, scrutinizing his wince.

  “Because if you do, I’ll lose control. And you’re not ready for that. For me. Not today. Not with everything else going on.” He cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t have pressed you. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Not now. And not like this.”

  “I’m glad it did.” She offered him a shy smile as her body hummed its approval. Warm and liquid, she settled into a delicious af
terglow. “I’ve waited long enough to experience the kind of passion I’ve read about, don’t you think?”

  “You and me both.” He grinned.

  “And I’ve learned not to take things for granted.” She took a deep breath. “I should have told you when we were kids how much you meant to me. I regretted that the most once you were gone.”

  “Same goes, lady.” He covered her face in butterfly kisses, showing her he understood. Maybe even felt the same. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

  “And now that I know how people can disappear from your life, I don’t want to ever waste a chance.” She blurted out what had been bugging her since before he crashed her solo bath party. “But I don’t want to put you or your friends in danger. I should leave. The sooner the better.”

  “Shush. You’re not going anywhere, Kae.” He hugged her so tight she might have squeaked if she could have drawn the breath for it. “Not until this is resolved. The gang agrees. Each of us came here running from something. Hot Rods has been our sanctuary. We’d never shut the door on someone who needs shelter. Stay and figure this out. I’ll help you.”

  “And then?” She hated that she asked, but now that she’d found him, the thought of losing him again shredded her guts.

  “That’s up to you.” Part of her still worried maybe he was being polite, offering her a place until she got on her feet. She sighed, swallowed hard and forced herself to separate from him. Put a modicum of distance between them. Getting too attached was something she couldn’t afford.

  “Okay?” He glanced down at her, concern in his stormy gray eyes as he swiped the last drops of moisture from her cheeks with his thumbs.

  She nodded, unable to speak. Or at least afraid of what her voice might convey.

  Bryce plucked her towel from the floor, where it had fallen. Utterly forgotten. He tucked her in the warm, soft fabric, then linked their fingers and led her toward the bathroom door.

  “Want me to ask Sally or Nola for some PJs?” He winced as he glanced over his shoulder from their joined hands to her towel-dress, which couldn’t begin to hide the lovely rose and lilac marks he’d left on her with his love bites.