Hard Ridin' by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online

bedroom.
    She’d never been upstairs in this house. When she and Holden had dated, they always ended up in her bed. And she and Jens hadn’t made it this far.
    Guilt sluiced through her, and she withdrew from the kiss. Holden reclaimed her mouth as he kicked open the door. The wooden slab crashed off the inner wall. In five steps, they reached the bed.
    “I want you, and this isn’t going to be gentle.” He tossed her onto the bed and blanketed her with his body.
    A dark heat wove through her belly, and her pussy throbbed. Countless times she’d fingered herself to this fantasy—of joining with Holden when he returned from Alaska. Every alpha inch of his body flush against hers as he demanded she give in to her passions.
    But she’d also thrust her fingers into her pussy to dreams of her first time with Jens. She imagined Jens to be a gentle but thorough lover, able to continue long into the night.
    Holden began to strip off her clothes, throwing them over his shoulder piece by piece. “Look at me, Laurel. I have to see your eyes.”
    A tremor racked her. She didn’t think she could really let herself go. Yesterday she’d been in Jens’s arms—Jens’s girl. Today she was both Jens’s and Holden’s?
    “I don’t—I can’t—”
    “Shh.” Holden spattered kisses over her throat and down to her breasts, which were bare. She wore only low-slung jeans, her belly dipping with each excited breath.
    Jens stoked these fires, and now Holden will bring me to completion?
    Holden licked a path over her collarbone. “Let yourself feel, Laurel.”
    “And what happens afterward? When Jens claims his turn?”
    A spark lit Holden’s hazel eyes, illuminating the gold flecks. “Then you let yourself feel then too. That’s the deal, right?”
    She sucked in a breath and he simultaneously captured her nipple between his lips. Clamping down, he exerted the perfect amount of pressure even as he flicked his tongue over her straining bud.
    Digging her fingers into his spine, she felt the steel of his muscle beneath the cotton. “Get out of this shirt. I need to feel you.”
    He stared down at her, his expression both fierce and impassioned. “I’ve missed you so goddamn much, baby.”
    Emotion tripped through her. She’d never stopped loving him, wanting him. They’d shared good times and had so much in common. A love for popcorn with extra butter and horror movies. And the spark had never been lacking between them.
    She grappled with his shirt buttons while he kissed her again. His mouth worked hers possessively, bending her to his will. Finally, the shirt gaped open. She thrust her hands inside, running them over the swells of his smooth chest.
    “Fuck, yes. I missed your hands on me.” He plucked at the button of her jeans. When he pulled her zipper down, she felt the vibration of each tooth to the center of her core.
    He dragged his rough jaw down her throat to her breasts while easing her jeans down her hips. Slipping his shirt off his shoulders, she wriggled her hips to help him remove her pants.
    He knelt over her, yanked his shirt off completely and tossed it away.
    She sucked in a harsh breath. She’d seen him naked many times before, but his body was different—more muscled, carved. Ridges cut across his abs and a thick rim of muscle rode above his low-slung jeans.
    “You’re gorgeous.” The whisper broke from her, raising a growl from him.
    “Like hell. You are.” In a flurry, he had her boots and jeans off, as well as his. Only a thin layer of lace acted as barrier between them.
    Still on his knees, he smoothed his hands down her sides, strumming each nerve ending in her breasts as he moved to her waist, then lower. He plucked the elastic holding her panties in place, and his cock bobbed against his stomach.
    The thick length beckoned to her. Impossible heat settled in her pussy, and juices slicked her inner thighs. If she didn’t feel him inside her soon, she’d melt through the mattress.
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