Ride or Die 2

by Claire C. Riley

  My eyes widened. “Sounds like you’ve done that a lot.”

  He shrugged. “Once or twice,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Just sit there and look pretty.” He pushed me down onto a small stool and began grabbing the rest of the cans from the backpack.

  It should have made me sad that he had just admitted he was letting me go. That this painting was to be his memento of me. But I could never be sad in this place. It was too beautiful.

  So I sat.

  And Casa painted.

  And I watched him my gaze unwavering as he stared at me intently, his gaze roving over every curve and angle of my face before turning back to the wall and moving his brush quickly and with a skill I hadn’t imagined.

  Watching Casa paint was like watching a flower bloom at full speed.

  It was exhilarating and aweing.

  The lines became a shape, and the shape became a face, and then he pulled out some spray cans and his arms moved in a blur as he sprayed his canvas and created…me. He was lost in this, in his art, in his creation, and I was lost in him.

  My heart thudded so hard I thought I was going to be sick, my chest heaving with every breath as I watched him work, his lean muscles stretching and twisting as he moved, his eyes far away as he studied me and grew frustrated at his own limitations.

  Casa dragged a hand through his hair and stared at my face. Not my face, but the painting of my face. I’d barely looked at it in the past half hour. It was embarrassing to find a painting of my own face so beautiful, but that’s what it was—beautiful. It was as if he’d painted someone other than me, because I sure as hell didn’t look like the woman he’d painted.

  She was flawless.

  She was perfection.

  Her skin was smooth like cream, her hair full of vibrancy and life. Her eyes held a spark of knowledge and secrets that begged me to wonder what she was hiding. But it was her mouth that pulled me in. It was full and pink, the slight hint of a smile playing at the edges, almost like she was too scared to let it go in case she ruined whatever spell she was under. Like, by giving in to the smile and accepting it, she would be admitting something she wasn’t yet ready to admit.

  I hadn’t realized that I was standing up until I bumped shoulders with Casa. He turned to me, his frown still in place, his painter’s eyes still on as he examined me.

  “It’s not my best work,” he mumbled. He pulled out a joint from the top pocket of his cut and lit it up, taking a huge drag of it before exhaling. “It’s the colors—they’re not blending properly. I think I need some new shades or something.” He shrugged and took another drag of his joint before handing it over to me.

  I shook my head and turned back to the painting.

  Casa chuckled. “Seriously—have a hit, because you look like you need it, girl.”

  I took the joint and took a drag, trying not to choke on it when it hit the back of my throat. It was strong, stronger than I’d had in some time. I exhaled and handed it back to him.

  “This isn’t me,” I finally said, giving a soft shake of my head. “I mean, she’s wonderful, but she’s not me.”

  Casa’s fingers touched the bottom of my hair and I looked up at him. A look of pure unadulterated lust filled his expression, so much so that my knees grew weak with just that one look. I clenched my thighs together to try to stop the tingle that hit my core when his tongue flicked out to lick along his lower lip, and I bit back a groan when his other hand gripped my waist.

  “That’s you, H. That’s all of you,” he said.

  I shook my head to protest and Casa leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand moving from the ends of my hair to the back of my head.

  “That’s what I see when I look at you. When you use that smart mouth of yours to defend yourself, or to call me or anyone else out on their bullshit. That’s you when you get this faraway look in your eyes like you’re somewhere else entirely. I see you, H. I see all of you. Ain’t no hiding from me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth again and I leaned into his touch, wanting to tilt my mouth closer to his and make him really kiss me but too scared too scared to even breathe or do anything to ruin the moment.

  He placed one hand on my waist and then moved it around to my ass and squeezed gently, and then harder, until I groaned and he chuckled. His other hand was fisted in my hair as his lips moved from my mouth to my throat, and if his hips hadn’t have been pressed against mine, his cock hard against my stomach and his hand on my ass, I would have collapsed there and then.

  “Casa,” I breathed out his name without even thinking about it as he nipped at my neck.

  “Think we need to go somewhere,” he said, and I nodded in agreement. “I really need to fuck you, H.”

  I nodded again, powerless to disagree with him.

  Casa took my hand and led me to his bike. He climbed on and I got on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he started the bike, the vibrations shooting straight to my core and making me squeeze tighter on him.

  “What about your things?” I managed to ask.

  Casa didn’t reply as he pulled away, heading back the way we came. As we passed Scratch and Jack, Casa slowed down long enough to pull out another baggie of something and throw it to them. They dropped to their knees and grabbed at it quickly.

  “Clear up my shit and keep the place tidy,” he called and continued to ride.

  I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I couldn’t wait to get there. Deep down my gut worried that it was a mistake, and that I was falling back into my old ways. That I was still a club whore if I went with him. But on the surface I knew I had no real choice in this.

  I wanted Casa, and he wanted me. It was a primal need, and something neither of us could ignore or argue with, even if we wanted to.

  I clung onto him, my cheek pressed against his back and my arms tight around his waist, and I leaned into every curve and bend in the road with him, our bodies in perfect sync. I could only imagine what sex with Casa would be like, if this was how our bodies connected on a bike.

  His bike began to slow down and I opened my eyes, taking in where we were. Casa rode the bike up a small drive to a little house. Wherever I thought he was taking me, it wasn’t there. This was a picture-perfect neighborhood. Though small, all the houses were clean, painted, toys in their yards, children playing in sprinklers on the lawns.

  It was everything but what I had imagined.

  Casa cut the engine and I let go of him, climbing off the bike and standing on unsteady feet as my heart continued to thump heavily in my chest, expectation and excitement thrumming through my veins. He’d left his beanie hat behind, and the bright afternoon sun shone down on him, making him look almost like a mirage. He took my hand and led me up to the front door of the house, and then he hesitated.

  Several seconds went by with him not moving and me barely breathing before I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “What is it?” I asked, my gaze firmly on him.

  “I ain’t never brought someone back here,” he said. He turned back to look at me, his gaze dropping to our clasped hands.

  I looked down too, watching how his thumb rubbed the back of my hand. His hands were large and tattooed, his fingers rough and thick yet dexterous.

  “Fuck it,” he mumbled, and turned back to the door before opening it and pulling me inside.

  A flutter hit my stomach as the door closed behind us and Casa pushed me up against it, his hands slamming down on either side of my head and caging me in.

  The air between us was thick and hanging on a precipice, waiting for one of us to make the next move. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath because I was so lost in the intensity in Casa’s eyes it was like my body had forgotten how to work. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it was always like this with him and women, or if it was just because of me

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  Chapter Twenty-four:

  Casa

  It was never like this. And I was lost in the moment as I
tried to gather my thoughts and figure out my next move.

  I had no fucking idea why I’d brought her here instead of going to a motel or just taking her there and then under the bridge up against the wall like normal. But once we were here I knew there was no going back. My cock wouldn’t have been able to wait the journey to go somewhere else before blowing its load in my jeans, because Harlow was the epitome of sex.

  But it was crazy that I’d brought her here. No one came to my house—not even my brothers. Yet I’d come here without thinking, letting my instincts lead the way because I could hardly concentrate with her arms wrapped around me and her face against my back. I’d driven through several red lights and swerved in and out of traffic, because if I would have had to stop, I would have been taking her in the middle of the street with her bent over my bike.

  Yet now here we were.

  In my house.

  Her trapped between my arms.

  And her body humming with desire and need.

  Her tits were practically pushing out of her top with every panting breath she took, and I wanted to press my face between them while I plowed into her over and over.

  “Casa?”

  Between the images in my head and her voice singing my name, I fucking lost it. I scooped her up in my arms and charged up the stairs like a man possessed, taking them two at a time, before kicking my bedroom door open and dropping her on to my bed.

  I was already kicking out of my boots when she scooted forward to the edge of the bed and started to unzip my jeans. Practically shot my load right there and then when she pushed my jeans and boxers down and she gasped when she looked at my cock. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and as much as I wanted her mouth wrapped around my cock, I wanted in her body much more.

  I pushed her down on the bed, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding both them and her panties down her toned legs in one quick move.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled as I got a good look at her. Her body was slender and toned, her skin pale and smooth as if she bathed in milk like Cleopatra or some shit. She was perfectly proportioned with a tiny waist, hips to grab hold of, and perfect tits that fit in my hand. I could barely tear my gaze away from her. “Double fuck,” I said on a swallow as her perfect tits bounced free from her bra when I unclipped it.

  My cock throbbed painfully and I reached down grabbed my wallet and pulled out a condom. I tore open the packet with my teeth as she leaned forward and grabbed hold of my cock. I leaned into her touch as she ran her hand up and down my shaft, using her tongue to lap the end of it.

  My hand went to the back of her head as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked me deep and hard until I hit the back of her throat and I let out a long throaty groan. And despite wanting to be inside of her pussy I let her slide me in and out of her mouth, slowly at first and then quicker, her tongue and teeth gently grazing up the sides of my shaft as she moved her head. Because I couldn’t say no to this woman.

  “Fuck, H,” I groaned as she pumped me harder and her hand moved to my balls.

  I was going to blow my load any moment if I didn’t get my dick out of her mouth. I pulled back on her hair and she looked up at me through her lashes, her face flushed. Most beautiful sight I’d ever fucking seen.

  I stared down at her, my cock millimeters from her lips, which glistened with pre-cum and saliva. Yet instead of taking the opportunity to fuck her mouth, all I could think about right then was kissing her.

  There was something about this woman, something I couldn’t begin to describe or put words to. Something I couldn’t even paint. She was a feeling that was inside of me. A feeling like I knew her, or at the very least I should know her. I felt like a better man when she was around which was a motherfucking horrible cliché. But it was also the truth.

  Harlow blinked, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “You okay?” she asked almost hesitantly, like she thought I was having second thoughts about fucking her.

  I laughed and pushed the weird fucking thoughts from my mind as I pushed her back on the bed, her red hair splaying out around her face. I slid the condom down my cock, feeling her heated gaze on me the whole time, and then I grabbed her hips and dragged her body closer to mine. I was still standing up, and I spread her legs and aimed my cock at her glistening center.

  “You ready?” I asked, because I could see the wariness in her gaze as she looked at the size of me. I was a big man, and not many women could take me without it hurting a little. Harlow was a petite woman, and she’d have trouble, no doubt, but I was looking forward to filling her up and stretching her wide.

  She nodded. “I trust you.”

  “Oh, H, you probably shouldn’t do that,” I laughed, loving it when her cheeks grew redder.

  I wasn’t selfish when it came to sex—far from it— but my pleasure was always more important than theirs. I would go easy on H this time because I didn’t want to tear her in half, but later, when I took her again, I wouldn’t go as easy on her. Because yes, there was no fucking doubt in my mind that having sex with Harlow just once wouldn’t ever be enough.

  I placed my hand on her collarbone, my fingers splaying up to her throat, and I looked down at her, our gazes colliding as I slowly pushed inside of her. Her tightness gripped me as I pushed past her wall of muscles, stretching and filling her as I sank myself all the way and she opened her mouth in a silent sigh.

  Her nipples were hard and pink, and I leaned over and sucked one into my mouth while her body grew accustomed to my size. I flicked my tongue over her nipple and she whimpered, her hands reaching up to stroke her fingers over my shoulders as she arched her back, pushing me even deeper into her and making every nerve ending come alive as her body gripped me.

  Fuck me, she wanted more of me.

  I let go of her nipple and stared down at her with a smile. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said, and slowly pulled myself out before slamming back into her again and making her cry out suddenly.

  Fuck, she was tight. Considering she had been a clubslut for the Bangers, I was surprised. Clubsluts took more dick than they did hot meals, yet if I didn’t know any better I’d think she was a fucking virgin. Her body clung to mine; her hands clawed at the covers of my bed and she cried out as I slowly pulled back out and slammed back in. My rough hands gripped onto her petite body, wanting and needing to be deeper inside of her. She was tight, really tight, her body not used to someone so big, but she stretched to accommodate me, and I saw the moment in her eyes when her body finally accepted the fullness and her pain turned to pleasure.

  “You okay?” I asked and she nodded quickly. “Good, because now I’m going to fuck you, H, and you’re going to come so loud the car alarms are going to go off outside.”

  Her already pink cheeks went pinker, and I took that as my cue to make good on my promise.

  I dragged a hand down the center of her body, pressing it between her breasts until I reached her pussy where I strummed her clit and my cock slammed into her over and over. The headboard banged against the wall as I fucked Harlow, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper.

  She was right there, on the precipice of her orgasm, and I wanted to hear her scream my name until her throat was raw. I leaned over, feeling my balls tightening and getting ready to blow, and I sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth, holding the soft flesh between my teeth as I ground my hips against her, and she finally cried out as our skin slapped against each other’s.

  “Casa!” she screamed my name and satisfaction hummed through me that I had made good on my promise to make her scream my name. I sped up, my hips slamming into her over and over as my own orgasm built.

  Her hands found my face and she tugged my face to hers, her tongue darting out to wash over her lips, and for the first time in a real long time I kissed a woman. Kissing went against everything I believed in. It was almost like a fucking religion to me.

  Thou shalt not kiss, but thou shalt fuck until thy balls are dry and their bodies a quivering mess ben
eath thee.

  Yet there I was, opening my mouth and kissing her—softly at first, almost motherfucking tentatively until I settled into the kiss, and then the fucking heavens opened and I kissed my girl, claiming her mouth, body and soul with my tongue as I continued to pound into her.

  I kissed her hard, my tongue shoving deep into her mouth as my cock dove deeper into her pussy over and over as desperate, mind-numbing desire swept through me. Lust like I’d never felt before traveled along my spine as her hands slipped to my shoulders and she dragged her nails down my arms. Her legs locked at the ankles to hold me inside her as she screamed out her second orgasm in as many minutes, loud enough for a motherfucking car alarm to go off. At least in my head.

  Harlow arched her back, her mouth releasing mine as I sucked her bottom lip in and then released it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, panting as she shuddered around me, her body still locked to mine like a vise. My cock was stiff, hard as fucking steel and ready to blow, yet sex was almost the furthest thing from my mind as I stared at her in awe. Like a kid who’d never seen a woman come before, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the look of pure ecstasy on her beautiful fucking face. I leaned over and sucked her lip into my mouth again, kissing her slowly, our tongues moving over one another’s.

  Because one kiss from her just wasn’t enough. Had a feeling it might never be enough.

  She slowly came back down to earth, her eyes fluttering open and her gaze finding mine, and our mouths separated. I’d stopped fucking her and was now full on being creepy and just staring at her. She smiled, her cheeks flush, her lips swollen and red from our kiss. All I wanted to do was fuck her until I blew my load. Maybe fuck her in the ass later, too, yet I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could hardly fucking breathe. I was still nestled deep inside her, my cock pulsing and begging me to fuck her, to finish the fucking job I had started, but I couldn’t.

  Because that kiss had opened up a door inside of me that had been locked since birth. A door I had sworn never to open, because opening it would be my undoing. Yet I had, with Harlow, and now she was looking at me, waiting for me to finish fucking her and then…then what? We’d fucking spoon and maybe go look at some puppies together later? Maybe pick out some new drapes or some shit? Nah, that life wasn’t for me.