Easy Ride (South Florida Riders Book 3)

by Breezie Bennett

  “Six,” she moans into my mouth, anxiously ripping at my T-shirt as I shift my body on top of hers.

  “Nit Whit,” I whisper back, biting her bottom lip softly as she pulls off my shirt.

  We frantically tear off each other’s clothes until we’re both completely naked, twisted up with each other, consumed by nothing but aching desperation and sizzling need.

  I grab her hips hard, kissing her neck and getting harder with every sinful moan and plea that leaves her mouth.

  I slide my tongue down her chest and suck on her hard nipple as she breathes rapidly and writhes with arousal underneath my body.

  I sit up and take a breath, barely able to control the hottest lust I’ve ever felt. I look into her eyes—they’re enormous and bright. I can’t wait to watch her experience this. To feel her.

  She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and slips her fingers delicately onto my cock, fire burning in her gaze. “Teach me something, Kennedy.”

  I jut my chin at her. “I’ll teach you everything.”

  The room is practically dark, but I can see every inch of her silky skin and delicious curves. Her back arches against the bed, and her soft pink lips quiver with need.

  Whitney. My Whitney.

  I’ve been around the block with supermodels and movie stars, but I’ve never in my life seen someone as beautiful as who’s in front of me right now.

  Twenty-four

  Whitney

  I don’t think I’ll ever get used to Chase’s absolutely perfect specimen of a dick. And I sure as hell won’t get used to him saying things that sound like he might be rethinking his entire “no feelings” life philosophy.

  I try to push away the tiny glimmer of excitement that sparked in my mind at the possibility of him wanting love. He’ll never change. I adamantly remind myself of this over and over again now, in his bed, naked, soaking wet and desperate for him in a way I didn’t even know was possible.

  My heart races with every touch against his skin. His muscles are cut like diamonds, and I don’t hold back in exploring every trace. I’m so overwhelmed by how sexy he is, my body aches and burns, and I feel like nothing could ever possibly satisfy the hunger in me.

  Chase kisses down my stomach softly, grazing my quivering thighs with his thumbs and setting off a spiral of chills that goes down to my toes.

  I shut my eyes and lean my head back, pressed with the weight of arousal and trying desperately to figure out how to keep my feelings strictly physical when tonight started the way it did.

  I don’t know how to take the emotion out of what Chase and I are doing now. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I want to.

  I have to. No feelings, Cooper.

  I look down at his mess of dirty-blond hair as he kisses and licks and sucks on every inch of me, savoring me like a sweet piece of candy.

  I slip my fingers into his hair, gripping tight as he runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh, making me shake and gasp. His jawline is sharp and hot, and I watch it move across my body like it’s meant to be there.

  “So…” he rasps. “The thing about a touchdown…” He holds my hips and rocks them toward him. “Is that you have to get all four downs first.”

  I manage a sarcastic laugh through my breathless panting. “That’s not even how football works, quarterback.”

  “Don’t talk back to your teacher,” he says in a playful tone.

  The dominance and command in his eyes, mixed with the endearing sweetness of his warm smile, make without a doubt the sexiest cocktail of a man I’ve ever seen.

  “We already did the kissing.” He shifts my body underneath his chin. “Which you’re getting pretty good at.”

  I giggle and lean into him, savoring every teasing, tickling moment of his mouth on me.

  “Second down.” He slips two fingers into my dripping center, making me squirm and moan and grip with pleasure.

  I clutch the sheets and draw in a sharp breath, letting the hot pleasure of Chase’s touch inside me ripple down my spine.

  He looks up at me with an aching hunger shining in his brown eyes, his soft smile so sweet and sexy and…Chase. Butterflies soar through my chest, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so unbelievably perfect, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that this should have happened a long-ass time ago.

  “Third down. Now it’s my turn, Nit Whit.” He gives me a teasing wink, which only intensifies the waterfall between my legs.

  “I feel like I’m about to live every girl’s fantasy,” I say breathlessly, sliding my hand through his sexy, messy hair as I try to take a mental picture of Chase Kennedy about to go down on me.

  “And I’m about to live my own.”

  My body melts as he slides his tongue over me, teasing the insides of my thighs and inching closer and closer to the achy, needy, desperate part of me. My thighs are quivering, and my breathing is rapid. The only thing I can think about or feel is Chase. He’s the only thing that matters or exists right now.

  His lips graze my clit, making me shudder and gasp. He starts slow, kissing and licking me in a way that makes me feel like I’ve somehow never experienced real pleasure until this moment. Right now. With my best friend.

  He moves his tongue on every perfect spot I didn’t even know existed, and my heart slams in my chest, heat pools between my legs, and the room around me twists into a blurry, fuzzy dream.

  Chase knows what he’s doing, and he fucking loves doing it, which only makes me more turned on. His eyes spark with lust and attraction and hot need as he licks and kisses me, sending spirals of chills down to my toes.

  The whole world seems to stop. There’s no sound or sight or anything but Chase and his tongue and his eyes and his hands gripping my ass and hips.

  He smiles sinfully, feeling me about to come, rocking my hips into his mouth as I shut my eyes and desperately moan his name. His magical name.

  My muscles tighten and pull, and my whole body turns to liquid as fireworks explode against Chase, and release crashes over me like a tidal wave.

  I feel shaky and hazy as I look down at him. At the perfectly chiseled jawline resting on my thigh. At the way he admires me and wants me and somehow sees me as the most familiar person on the planet and also a total mystery. Knotted and twisted and tangled up in each other, he doesn’t know what we are, but I think he likes it.

  I sure as hell do.

  “Okay, Six.” I finally catch my breath, still dizzy from pleasure. “So that’s the magic.”

  He smiles and kisses his way up my body, savoring every inch and making me feel like a truly fine and precious thing. “That magic is only for you, Whit.”

  His lips find mine, and I shut my eyes tightly, forcing myself to remember it’s just physical. We’re having fun and learning and…exploring.

  I feel his erection throbbing against me, and suddenly my body is on fire for more. His cut muscles bulge and tighten, and everything about him is radiating sexuality.

  He positions himself on top of me, and the sizzling touch of his skin all over me sends ripples of need through me.

  “Fourth and goal?” I whisper with a smile as he kisses my neck and slowly spreads my shaking legs open. “Is that what it’s called?”

  He gives me a cocky smile, his gaze dripping with lust and desire and his rock of a body pressing against me, making me beg for more. “Yeah, Whit. Look at you with the football knowledge.”

  I give in to the urge to press my mouth to his as my hands eagerly explore the solid ridges of his back and shoulders. Neither of us can catch our breath. We’re both completely consumed by the need to give our bodies what they’re screaming for.

  But Chase, who is apparently the master of teasing and self-control and waiting until I have to physically beg him to screw me, rocks against me slowly, making sure I’m so wet and tight and desperate I can’t freaking see straight.

  He shifts his rock-hard dick so it’s barely touching my center, which is knotted and aching to
be his home.

  He reaches to the nightstand and grabs a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his impressive length.

  “Chase,” I rasp, grabbing his hair and looking at him with a fierce, desperate fire of need blistering in my body and undoubtedly showing on my face. “Touchdown. Please.”

  “Hey.” He grazes my lip with his thumb. “Who’s the teacher here?”

  I groan and laugh and yank his hair, squirming underneath him. “You’re the worst, Six.”

  He runs his hands up and down my sides, stopping at my breasts to cup them and massage them and get me even more aroused, which I didn’t even think was possible at this point.

  “I want you so bad,” I whisper, my head rolling back into the pillows, and my nails digging into his lower back, aching for him to fill me as hard as he can.

  He fixes his gaze intently on mine, and for a second I’m surprised. I never pegged Chase as one for eye contact in bed, but in this moment, it would be a sin for either of us to look away.

  All at once, he enters me, and I clutch him tight, feeling the complete size of him inside me, totally taking my breath away.

  He thrusts in and out slowly at first, and pleasure registers on his face.

  “Fuck, Whit,” he whispers breathlessly. His hands move effortlessly all over my body as he drives his cock harder and faster.

  I’m practically seeing stars, my body wrapped around him and pulling him in deeper, like we were made for each other. Made to do this. Like the past twenty-eight years have been leading up to him pushing inside me and me holding him deep and hard and tight.

  His pace is perfection, and his body is godlike. Our hands are everywhere at once, and everything seems to get faster and harder every second. But he keeps his eyes on me…his deep-brown eyes. Those eyes I’ve known and adored since I was an infant.

  I could look at him forever. I could feel him in me, bursting with pleasure and desire and fulfilling every silent need I didn’t know I had.

  When everything seems to start melting and exploding, he slows down, and I try to catch my breath. And then, Chase Kennedy does something I never imagined was even remotely a part of his sexual repertoire.

  He kisses me. Soft and sweet. He strokes my cheek with his hand, admiring me and drinking me in, like he’s savoring this moment.

  I hold him as he fucks me slowly, kissing me lightly, and I feel an overwhelming swell of emotion rise in my chest—joy, pleasure, excitement…

  Love.

  No! Jesus Christ, no. I cannot be falling for Chase. He’s fucking Chase.

  I shake off the crashing realization and finally break eye contact, remembering that this has to stay wholly and completely physical, and something tells me soft kisses and longing gazes are going beyond that.

  Keep it playful. Keep it sexy.

  “You have to teach me something, Six,” I tease. “Remember?” I try to keep it light and push off the heavy emotion of the moment by giving his tight ass a nice squeeze.

  He draws back with a hint of surprise, still deep inside me, his body infinitely tangled up with mine. “All right.” He slides out and lies on his back next to me, still breathing heavily. “Your turn. Hop on.”

  I roll my eyes and giggle at what is likely the sexiest invitation I’ve ever had and eagerly straddle his raging boner.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” he says, admiring me with a sense of disbelief, an expression that makes me want to just melt and swim and fall into him.

  “How’s this doing?” I hold his right shoulder and give it a light, sexy squeeze.

  “Feels better now,” Chase rasps with an eager nod.

  I slide my hand down his diamond-hard abs and then around the length of him, burning with lust and need, our ache for pleasure feeding off each other and sizzling on our sticky skin.

  “Like this.” He grabs my hips, holding me tight, and pulls me down onto him, his cock once again filling me so deeply my toes curl.

  I gasp, and he moans, and everything picks up again in a rapid, desperate rhythm.

  Chase guides my hips up and down around him as he thrusts slightly underneath me, sending waves of need crashing over me. Pleasure curls through my spine, and I realize I love this moment more than anything.

  I grind and rock my hips on him, feeling him driving into me and watching the explosion of lust spark in his eyes.

  Suddenly, I feel consumed by a sexy, wild, reckless need, and I completely let myself go. I ride him hard and fast and follow his hands and eyes and mouth, feeling every sensation getting more and more intense as passion builds and bursts between us.

  My heart slams and races, and I moan and smile. Chase smiles, too. We fuck harder and faster, and I realize I’ve never had so much fun and pleasure and insane primal drive like right now.

  He grabs my ass hard and uses my body to thrust into me harder and harder, and I feel another orgasm about to rock me to my core. His enormous length is throbbing inside me, and my whole body squeezes and grips around him.

  “Chase—”

  “Whit—”

  Everything crashes at once. I come hard and feel him releasing into my tight center as we both let the pleasure wash over us.

  I collapse onto him, our bodies slick with sweat.

  Chase holds me tightly, his fingers clutching my skin, both of us still gripped by the power and intensity of…that.

  I press my forehead to his as we both desperately try to catch our breath and slow the rapid beating of our hearts against each other.

  Suddenly, we both bubble with laughter, everything about the moment so deeply and passionately intimate, it’s as if we both remembered, in the midst of toe-curling orgasms and wild sex, that we’re still best friends. We’re still decades of inside jokes and hundreds of Bud Lights and a million late-night phone calls.

  Fear twinges in my chest, and I quickly roll off of him and curl up under his arm, trying to push away the rise of emotion and thoughts of love that race through my mind.

  It was just good sex. Right?

  Chase rolls onto his side and wraps me up, tucking my head under his chin and seemingly holding every part of me together with just his hands. “Touchdown.”

  I laugh and snuggle into him. “Touchdown is right.”

  He grabs my face quickly and plants a firm, passionate kiss on my lips that sparks with fireworks. “Extra point.”

  I laugh heartily and take a long, deep breath, feeling every powerful and wonderful thing about having sex with Chase and letting myself drown in him, all of him, for just one night.

  In some confusing way, we love each other. In an even more confusing way, we always have.

  Twenty-five

  Chase

  I can’t tell if I’m awake or asleep. My head is completely lost in a fuzzy daze of relief and comfort and…home. She’s in my arms. Tiny and silent and the most preciously peaceful thing I have ever seen or held or…adored. I’ve never wanted a woman to stay in my bed for too terribly long, but this is different, this is Whitney, and I honestly never want her to leave it.

  I pull her into me tightly, inhaling the sweet coconut shampoo she’s used since middle school and clinging tightly to this moment.

  There’s an unfamiliar warmth filling my chest, a weirdly calm sense of peace and happiness that I’ve sure as hell never gotten from waking up with any other chick before. It wasn’t just the sex—the unreal, unbelievable, earth-shaking sex—it was everything. The way she understood my feelings and deep shit about my parents. She made it easy and safe and…okay. She makes everything okay. No, she makes everything fucking wonderful.

  And now she’s naked in my arms, where she’s been all night long, sound asleep, and I’m trying to figure out the most confusing cocktail of feelings that’s ever swirled around in my head.

  My life is simple. Play football, get laid, stay single, be a total stud. Whitney’s my best friend. That’s how this shit works. I’m Chase Kennedy, NFL quarterback and notorious heartbre
aking womanizer.

  But, fuck. Right now, I feel like she could break my heart if she wanted to. I need her. And not in the way that I always have, but in this new way now. Maybe Dylan is actually on to something with that the one bullshit. Maybe she’s been next to me all along. Holy fuck.

  “Morning, Six.” Her voice is soft and sexy and sleepy.

  “Hi, Nit Whit,” I whisper, suddenly realizing how badly I want to spend the entire day in this bed, with her. My Whit. My best friend. And now, my…something more.

  “Last night was—” I’ve never been good at talking about feelings. Hell, I’ve never ever really had feelings. But I want to tell her at least what’s going through my mind. That she has me questioning my entire life and priorities and wondering if I’ve ever really even been happy until now.

  “Fun!” She sits up suddenly, holding the sheet to cover herself. A forced brightness lights up her face, and something about her smile seems nervous. “Thanks for helping me out.”

  She slips out of the bed and starts to get dressed, and a wave of confused disappointment crashes over me.

  Thanks for helping me out? The fuck?

  “Uh…” I run a hand through my hair and lean against the headboard, watching her rush to yank her clothes on. “Do you work today?”

  “No, I work tomorrow.” She smiles dismissively.

  I laugh softly. “Then what’s the big-ass hurry, Nit Whit?”

  She gathers her bag in her arms and looks at me, her eyes filled with something I can’t recognize. Confusion? Fear? “What, are we gonna lie here and snuggle? I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure you’re not exactly the snuggly type, Six. Come on.”

  I push away the lump that rises in my throat. I can’t argue with her. I can’t deny it. Based on everything Whitney Cooper knows about me, I would want her out of my bed as fast as possible. She would assume I think that was just a fun hookup. A long time coming. But I don’t want her to go. And it wasn’t a hookup.

  “Don’t go, Whit.” I hate that I sound like I’m fucking begging, but she can’t just leave after last night. After…that. I attempt to lighten the mood by offering an easy smile.