Ride (Alpha Male Romance): In Between the Covers (Carolina Bad Boys #3) by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online

lean hips.
    I had to refrain from fanning my face. I was surprised I hadn’t caught on fire yet. Wet heat pooled between my legs, and I felt suddenly swollen and needy and achy.
    A single drop of water slipped down his torso. I licked my lips. He inhaled loudly. The droplet drizzled through the single line of dark brown hair bisecting his washboard abdomen. It continued lower, winding into the tuft of pubic curls peeking above the low towel.
    I swallowed. He gripped the sink in two hard fists.
    Below, his bulge strained the fabric. I couldn’t tell if he was hard, but he certainly wasn’t soft. Neither was he small. My heart thudded in my chest. I felt my pulse all over my body, the strongest in my pussy.
    “See somethin’ you like, precious?”
    There was no way I could answer. I’d probably drool if I opened my mouth. My feet seemed rooted in place. I looked at him again.
    The air between us was thick, and it wasn’t caused by the steam from his recent shower. His eyes were shaded, but not because of the shadows the lights cast. It was hunger, pure and simple. Hunger for me as I stood before him wearing my hideous sweats with my hair a tangled mess.
    I liked what I saw. He damn well knew it, too. But I wasn’t about to admit anything out loud.
    Jase jerked his head to the bathtub. “Guess turnabout’s fair play.”
    His comment sent me reeling back to the night he’d walked in on me masturbating. I wondered if he could smell what he was doing to me as wetness rushed between my legs. My nipples hardened. My breasts swelled.
    “I suppose I still owe you one, though. Wanna watch me fuck my fist, precious?” His rough voice shivered through me.
    If he kept this up, I’d likely explode on the spot.
    Stepping closer, Jase ran a fingertip up my arm. “What’s the matter? Speechless? Maybe I oughtta take off my clothes in front of you more often.”
    Aaaand just like that, old Jase was back.
    My apology was forgotten as I snapped, “You can jack off all you like. You’ll still be a jackass.”
    I slammed out of the bathroom before I was tempted to rip off his towel.
    His rumbling laugh followed me. “I missed you, too, precious.”
    ****
    A couple hours later—after a sesh with my bullet while I buried my face in my pillow so Jase wouldn’t hear how hard and loud I came because of him—I ventured downstairs. It was a lazy Saturday, but he hadn’t spent a single day home since I’d pissed him off so badly.
    I expected him to be out and about screwing whoever he screwed when he wasn’t around. I certainly didn’t think I’d find him in the living room, shouting on his iPhone.
    “You’re such a self-righteous prick! You have to have it your way. I’m just askin’ for a little help here, but you can’t see past your own self-made-man prophecy to give a shit, can you?”
    The voice on the other end was so loud it made me we want crawl under the covers and hide. I had no idea how Jase could stand there and listen to the incoming tirade with that stoic look on his face as he stood in profile to me. His jaw pulsed once, twice.
    His expression was the same he’d worn when I’d told him he wasn’t good enough for me. Seemed he’d heard that line before, which made me feel even worse.
    “Fuck you, too. Don’t worry, I’ll send myself a reminder to never ask you for anything again.” He thumbed off his phone and threw it to the coffee table.
    Stepping into the room, I walked toward him. He swung his head my way, and his eyes widened in surprise.
    “So, that was . . .”
    “My dad.”
    “He sounds like he’s—”
    “A dick.”
    “I never knew mine,” I said.
    “Lucky you.”
    “I wouldn’t say that.” I shrugged. “My dad left when I was too young to remember him. Just my mom and me. She worked her ass off for everything we have.”
    “Damn, Ave. I must sound like such a spoiled shit. I’m sorry you’ve had it hard.” With his hand cupping my face, Jase brushed his thumb near my mouth.