Bo by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online

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    “I ride a lot. Alone.” I knocked on my forehead with my knuckles. “Helps clear this shit out.”
    With an appreciative moan, she fell back on the blanket beside me. Basking in the salty scent of the sea and the perfect scenery, she smiled in such a peaceful way I was actually fucking envious.
    “ Mmm. This feels wonderful.” She shut her eyes, her hand blindly finding the soft sand at the edge of the blanket, her fingers sifting through it.
    Small white-capped waves crashed on shore a few feet away from us. Tall palm trees on either side of the beach created a private grove and the air grew warmer, sultry, as afternoon approached.
    Meanwhile I took advantage of Veronica’s closed eyes to scope her out more closely. There was something so sensual about her there was no hiding it, not even in the stern business suits. But here, now, seeing her relaxed in jeans and a T with her hair fanned out . . . two words came to mind. Absolute Sex. The sumptuous lips perfect for kissing, her eyes hidden beneath the thick fringe of eyelashes, the body that culminated in a plump ass I wanted to cup in my hands. Her features were striking, strong and bold, just like the rest of her.
    Lying back, I groaned, covering my face with one forearm and my bulging crotch with the other.
    “Something wrong?” Veronica lifted her head to look at me.
    “This is difficult.” Christ, not staring at her until my eyes dried up was hard.
    “What is? I’m not asking you questions. I’m not pushing you.”
    “I don’t . . . I haven’t been with a woman like this. Just hanging out.” I propped up on one elbow, my fingers skimming the blanket along the perimeter of her arm. “You know, not fucking you because that’s what I really want to do.”
    She rolled toward me, twisting her hand to touch mine.
    I reared back as if scalded. “Jesus, V. Don’t. Don’t touch me.” Sitting up, I linked my arms around my raised legs. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
    “I’m not trying to do anything.”
    “I know. That’s the point,” I chewed out. “Apparently you don’t have to do anything and this happens.” Lowering my legs, I waved down in the direction of my lap.
    My erection couldn’t be more obvious, and that stiff goddamn cock was getting painful, rasping against the zipper of my jeans.
    Her lips popped open, and hell yeah, I wanted nothing more than to pop open my jeans and guide my dick into her lush mouth.
    I groaned again, balling the blanket in my fists near my hips.
    The one-eighty shift in my feelings toward her dizzied me. It left me on uneven footing. I’d wanted to dislike her, keep her at arm’s length. Now I straight up needed her.
    No other woman got to me like this. Sparring, verbally, physically, she was my match. Fucks I’d had aplenty. Relationships? Zilch. I’d never even considered my own future before I got out of the Marines, much less one with a woman by my side.
    Veronica moved slowly, sitting cross-legged beside me. “What are you saying?”
    “I don’t date, all right? I don’t talk it out, I don’t get trapped. I am nothing more than a one-night-fuck-wonder. And I can’t even do that with you.”
    “I think you’re more than that, Bo.” She leaned closer, and a hint of her perfume teased me.
    This close her lips looked even fuller. Then, fuck me hard, she licked them with the pink tip of her tongue. I knew it was unconscious on her part, but my dick sure didn’t care one way or the other.
    “Stop.” My voice rumbled from the depths of my chest. “You’re testing my limits here, V.”
    Crackling intensity ramped up between us.
    “V?” She gave a surprised laugh.
    “Yeah. I don’t know.” I gave a sheepish shrug. “Just came to me. V for Veronica.”
    “Of course.” Her amusement evident, she scooted closer.
    “V for . . . vivacious .”
    She nodded.
    “V for very pretty,” I whispered, not looking directly at her because she was like the solar eclipse and I