FAST RIDE (6 page)

She bit her lip, short puffs of breath escaping between her teeth, and nodded. Then she kissed him, softly, sweetly, like an innocent. “I need you,” she begged against his mouth.

“Look at me,” Kenny said, raising his hands to hold her head in place. Their gazes locked again for a lengthy pause. “I’m not Greg. And don’t even try to pretend he’s the one fucking you.”

“Kenny,” she muttered, then raised herself slightly and came down on him hard. “Fuck me, Kenny.”

“Christ,” he shouted, grabbing her bucking hips. He lifted her up and down, all his doubts and fears fading away with every thrust of his cock inside her. He couldn’t get enough. It had been so long since he’d felt anything this good.

She held on for the ride, looking like a beautiful sex goddess. And then he couldn’t hold on to his control any longer. “Come with me, Holly. Now!”

Kenny felt her insides clamp tightly around him as she convulsed with pure pleasure, and then he exploded. His mouth sought hers, tongues twining together, imitating their lovemaking they’d shared. Her heart beat against his, and it was hard to tell whose was beating faster.

Breaking the kiss, he simply held her in his arms, never wanting this feeling to end. Never wanting her to leave. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever, and yet he knew that wasn’t going to happen. That it might never happen again, in fact.

Tracing lazy circles up and down her back and arms, he waited for her breathing to return to normal.

“Are you okay?” he asked sometime later, lifting her chin so he could look into her big brown eyes.

She smiled and released a noisy, satisfied sigh. “Mmmm, this is better than a cucumber any day.”

Kenny laughed and pulled her close for a hug.

Lifting her head to peer at him, she asked, “You don’t really think I would do something like that, do you?”

“Nah,” he said. “I know you didn’t have sex with a cucumber, or you wouldn’t have been able to walk over here.”

She slapped him on the shoulder, a playful slap. Then a serious look came over her face. “Kenny.” She paused for a moment. “Can we do it again?”

CHAPTER SIX

T
hat’s it, baby,”
Kenny purred from behind her. “You can take a little more.” Pulling Holly’s hips back toward him, he showed her just how much more, filling her completely.

She was bent slightly forward with her back to Kenny, riding him with her legs straddling his chair. It was something she’d never done before, and it gave new meaning to the term “thrill ride.” Every one of her senses was on high alert.

His sparsely decorated bedroom smelled of sweat and sex, and the air within the room was warm and stuffy. She used the edge of his bed for support, her hands clutching the mattress. With each push and pull, her breasts slapped against her chest with a light blipping sound.

Then Kenny shocked her, running a finger along the crack of her butt. She screamed out with pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so erotic, so decadent.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.

“C’mon,” he urged, tugging at her again. “Fuck me harder!”

It was all too much for her, and his words finally sent her tumbling over the edge. Kenny followed, pumping into her like a man possessed.

When it was all over, he pulled her close, while still buried deep inside her. Her bare back fit against his hairy chest and beating heart. Lifting her hair out of the way, he tickled the back of her neck with his tongue, his warm breath caressing her skin.

She wanted to stay like this forever, in Kenny’s muscular arms, with him still inside her. But she couldn’t. Excusing herself, she made her way to the bathroom, her legs shaky and weak with every step. Once she cleaned herself up, she brought a warm, wet cloth and sponged Kenny. After disposing of the used condom and cloth, she returned to the bedroom.

An awkward look passed between them, and Holly almost reached for her clothing. But then Kenny held out a hand, and she lowered herself to sit in his lap.

His hands went right to her nipples. And she knew by the way he was touching them--pinching, tugging and squeezing--that he wasn’t done with her yet. She rested her head against his cheek and smiled satisfactorily. She’d never had sex this good before. Suddenly she wondered what other positions they might try.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked.

She lifted her head. “I was just thinking about our options.”

“Options?”

“You know. Other ways we can . . . do it.”

“Do it?”
He paused. “Do you mean fuck?”

Holly found his colorful description for making love abrasive yet a turn-on at the same time. And besides, hadn’t she been the one who had begged him to “fuck” her when she’d first straddled him? She felt herself blushing at the memory, which was silly after everything they’d done together. “Yes,” she said finally.

Kenny wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed her tightly. “That’s my girl,” he said.

She hadn’t been anyone’s “girl” in a long time, and the term brought along a certain kind of sadness. What would it be like to actually be Kenny’s girl?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, turning her face so she was cheek to cheek with him. “I was just thinking of how I could interest you in doing this again sometime.”

“
Doing this
? You mean fucking?”

This time when he said it she laughed. “Yes.”

Kenny laughed too. “You might be able to persuade me to do it again.”

Craning her neck to see his face, she wiggled her brows. “What would I have to do to persuade you?”

He pinned her with a heated gaze. But instead of answering, he smoothed his middle finger along her bottom lip and continued to stare at her. Feeling brave and a little decadent, Holly sucked his finger into her mouth, giving him a sample of what she knew he wanted her to do to another part of his body.

Her tongue circled around, teasing and probing, and then she began moving her mouth up and down the length of it. Slowly. Sensuously.

She felt him grow hard against her bottom, she herself growing damp again. Pulling his finger from her mouth, she asked, “Is that what you’d like me to do to your . . . cock?”

Kenny let out a strangled breath. “Jesus, Holly. Stop being a tease.”

“Oh, but I wasn’t teasing,” she said as seductively as possible. And then she slipped off his lap and got to her knees on the polished wood floor.

She touched him first with her hand, wrapping her fingers around him. He was long, thick, silky smooth and hard. Yes, definitely hard. His aroma was musky and heady. Her own body reacted to it. She’d never known she could be turned on by a smell.

A drop of moisture suddenly appeared at the tip. “Let me have a taste,” she whispered, and then licked at the droplet. He tasted salty, but not at all unpleasant.

“Holly!” Kenny thrust his hands into her hair, and pushed into her mouth. He guided her up and down. “That’s it, baby. Suck me. Yeah, like that.”

Holly gently squeezed his testicles, loving the moans he made when she did so. A few moments later, she knew he was ready to explode, but he was obviously straining to hold back.

“Holly, I can’t--” He squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain, then opened them. “I’m going to come soon.” He tried to pull away from her mouth, but she held on and looked up to meet his gaze.

He shook his head.

But she didn’t give up the fight. She continued to make love to him. “Kenny, it’s okay. I want you to come in my mouth.”

And then he was back, pumping into her, and then going still as his fluid filled her mouth and throat. She drank all of him, feeling in total control.

Kenny stroked her hair, cheek and neck as she rested her head on his thigh. “That was amazing.
You’re
amazing,” he said, “and so damn sexy.”

Holly smiled. She’d never thought of herself as sexy, but after today she knew that was about to change. Already she felt more confident. Was it because of Kenny? Or had she had it in her all this time?

* * *

After his weekend with Holly, Kenny welcomed his Monday morning workout with Lars. Something he did three times a week.

“Five more,” Lars said, standing close in case Kenny needed help with the barbell.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed Swede was well over six feet tall, and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. He still spoke with a slight accent although he’d told Kenny he’d been in the U.S. for more than ten years.

Straining, Kenny lifted the weight for the last repetition and lowered it.

“Good job, man.” Lars took the barbell and set it aside. He then helped Kenny out of his chair to lie face down on the bed where he went to work massaging Kenny’s tired muscles.

“What the hell were you doing all weekend?” Lars asked, pressing the heels of his beefy hands into Kenny’s shoulder blades. “I’ve never seen you this stiff and tight.”

“Just the usual,” Kenny lied. He didn’t feel comfortable telling Lars he’d been getting it on with the neighbor. That he’d had more sex this past weekend than he’d thought was humanly possible. And the fact that he’d been restrained to a wheelchair hadn’t slowed him down one bit.

His dick twitched, remembering all the things he and Holly had done together, especially the way she’d gone down on him with her luscious lips and sweet mouth. It was something he hadn’t expected.

They hadn’t made any plans to get together again when she’d left last evening. She’d simply taken her time getting dressed, then kissed him goodnight, tongue and all. With a small wave and a “See ya” she’d disappeared.

Already he missed her. And he wanted her back.

What would she say if he called her once Lars left and asked her to come over? Libby was at the clinic all day and he knew Jordan was at school, until three o’clock anyway.

Would she say yes, or would she tell him it was over? That now that she’d been satisfied, she was good for a while?

“Have you given any thought to having that surgery?” Lars asked, interrupting Kenny’s thoughts.

“To be real honest, Lars, I think I’ve decided against it. My chances of walking again are only sixty percent, which is good, yet the risk of me being paralyzed even more just isn’t worth it.” Although the surgeon he’d talk to said he felt quite certain he could relieve the compression successfully.

“Hey, that’s cool, man. I understand. Messing with your spinal cord is some scary shit.” He paused, and then added, “At least you’re a cartoonist. Don’t need any legs for that.”

No, he didn’t need legs for his occupation, but it sure would be nice to be able to walk again. It would be nice to have Holly on her knees, crawl behind her and take her from that position. Or to be on his knees, staring down into her face while he pounded into her.

Kenny was trying to erase those erotic images when he noticed Holly, dressed in jeans and a yellow sweater, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She was holding a napkin lined basket filled with muffins of some kind.

Kenny could only stare up at her in disbelief, as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. But he had no reason to feel guilty. Fantasizing about fucking a sexy woman wasn’t a bad thing, especially now that he’d admitted to her that she’d been driving him crazy.

Lars was the one to greet her. “Hey,” he said. “I’m Lars, and I’ll be out of here in about ten minutes.”

She smiled. “I’m Holly Mayfield. I live next door. I brought over some blueberry muffins for Kenny. And Libby,” she added, trying to hide the blush on her face. “Kenny, I’ll just leave these on the kitchen counter.” And then she was gone.

“Hey, man, is she your woman?” Lars asked once she was out of sight.

“No.”

“You sure? Because I felt your pulse ricocheting. Kaboom, kaboom. You know what I mean?”

Yeah, Kenny knew exactly what he meant. The only problem was he didn’t know what to do about it. Surely, Holly wasn’t going to come by on a daily basis to service him, even if he did make sure to please her each time as well.

For one thing, she had better things to do with her time than to take care of his needs. She had her son, and she had a jewelry making business. She didn’t have time to come over and bounce on his lap every day, no matter how much it looked like she’d enjoyed it.

She’d brought muffins. Was that her way of saying thanks? Good-bye? Was she simply being neighborly, or had she used the muffins as an excuse to see him? Maybe what she’d really wanted was to be fucked again.

C’mon, Kenny. You weren’t that good.
Sure things had been great between them, but that was mostly because of Holly. She didn’t see him as a man in a wheelchair, she saw him as a man, period. And, for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a better turn-on than that.

So what did he think of Holly? She was sexy as hell, for one thing. And he’d been honest when he’d told her she was a good mother and a hell of a jewelry designer. But was there more to her than those things? Was he capable of feeling something more for her?

A few days ago he would have said no. But after spending the weekend with her, he wasn’t sure. Losing Karen and Scott had left him with no hope of ever wanting a relationship again. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

* * *

Holly stared at the phone, trying to think of a way to invite Kenny over without sounding desperate. She’d seen his therapist drive off over an hour ago, and she’d been sitting at the breakfast bar, staring at the phone ever since.

It wasn’t a big deal. She could simply invite him to lunch. But what if he was tired of her? They’d spent all day Saturday and most of Sunday together. Naked. Maybe that was enough for him. Although they’d never officially agreed to have sex for the simple sake of having sex, it had been implied that that’s all it would be.

And maybe he would get the wrong idea if she called him and asked him to come over. Maybe he’d think that she’d assumed they were seeing each other, or something like that, when nothing could be further from the truth.

Until a few days ago, she’d never thought of him as anything more than her neighbor. Libby’s brother. The man in her sexual fantasies. Nothing more.

He wasn’t her friend, and he certainly wasn’t her boyfriend. Or was he?

Either way, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t be intimate with him again, did it? There were never any rules that said they would only do it that weekend and then pretend it had never happened. She sighed in frustration.

Sex with Kenny had been better than she’d imagined it would be. He was a remarkable lover, always making sure she was satisfied. Unlike Greg, who had sometimes gotten his jollies and then rolled over and gone to sleep. Without a care in the world for her needs.

Well, she didn’t need to worry about her ex-husband anymore. She’d told Kenny the truth when he’d asked if she still loved Greg. She’d fallen out of love with him a long time ago. The only thing she missed about him was being a family.

Holidays weren’t fun when she had to share Jordan with his father. Without Jordan, she was lonely. And yet there was nothing she could do about it.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t control other aspects of her life. Tired of being a coward, she picked up the receiver and dialed Kenny.

“Hello?”

Holly cleared her throat. “Hi, Kenny. It’s me. Holly. From next door.” She raised her eyes to the ceiling.
I must sound like a complete moron.

“Yes, I remember you.”

He was teasing her. “Yes, well, I was wondering if you were hungry. I was about to make a sandwich and thought maybe you’d like to join me.”

“To be real honest, I just wolfed down three of the blueberry muffins you made. I’m kind of full at the moment.”

“Oh. So you liked them?”

“Yes, thanks.”

She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Well, okay then, maybe some other time.” She was about to hang up when the words came spilling off her tongue. “Kenny, instead of lunch would you like to come over and . . . fuck me?”

She heard a loud clanging sound, and jerked the receiver from her ear for a moment. “Kenny? Are you still there?”

“Sorry, I dropped the phone.”

Oh, God, did that mean she was going to have to repeat the invitation? She’d only used the crude word because he’d seemed to like saying it. Steeling herself to ask him again, she took a deep breath. “You probably didn’t hear me, but what I said was--”