Free Slow Ride (Riding with Honor) by Rebecca Avery

her body with his touch.
    “Open your eyes , Dana…I want you to see the lovely vision that I’ve seen every day this week,” he whispered against her temple.
    “I can’t…” she whispered back.
    He slid one hand down her stomach and , pushing her hands aside, he dipped his finger between the folds of her sex and rubbed the nub found between.  Her whole body jerked at the sensation of his fingers there…and her eyes flew open in shock at the tremor that rocked through her.
    “See , you can…now keep them open so you can see what I see when I close my eyes at night,” he said.
    Dropping the strand of hair he still held , he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her backside tightly against his front.  The strong hand and fingers exploring her sex took on a magical rhythm that had her rocking back against him, helpless to stop it from consuming her from the inside out.
    “God you’re wet…” he said as he sharply inhaled and briefly closed his eyes.  His breathing was becoming as erratic as hers.
    She could feel his hardness against her bottom and somehow it made the ache in her even worse.  His fingers never relented and his eyes never left hers as he stroked her faster and faster until the tension building in her seemed to erupt.
    “Oh God Tommy!” she cried out and she could see a flush start at her neck and travel down her chest in the mirror.
    “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you come like this for me in my dreams?” he asked her angrily.
    Dana tried to calm her breathing as spasms of pleasure continued to shoot through her even though his fingers had stilled their movements.  What had he done to her?
    “I don’t want you?  Like hell I don’t!  Your hot body coming just from me touching you tells me you want me too ,” he said angrily and then suddenly released her. 
     
    He stared at her in the mirror for several long moments and Dana saw a look of pain shoot across his handsome face before he turned and left the room.  She heard his heavy footsteps heading down the hall and then the slam of her front door. 
    Wait! Her heart cried.
    God what had he done to himself?   It felt like starting a diet the day before Thanksgiving.  A buffet of lustful thoughts assailed him and he’d only been given one bite…one! 
    Damn the woman! How could she possibly think he didn’t want her?  She was slowly consuming his whole world.  His focus should be on his kids, not her.
    Forcing his mind from the image of her in the mirror, anger seemed to consume him.  He’d gone there to beg her to stay in the girls’ lives, at least for a little while longer.  One look at her and he’d wanted to wrap himself in her…lose his mind making love to her. 
    He just needed a little bit longer to convince her that he wasn’t the piece of shit she obviously thought him to be.  Then he would… what?   What did he want from her besides to quench his thirst for her body and drown the feelings she invoked in him between those legs.  Her legs went on for miles.
    He still needed to get a gift for Gretchen’s birthday so he headed to the mall.  If the toy store with the mass of screaming kids didn’t push all thoughts of that hair and those eyes from his mind…he would…hook up with Chuck later and get something to drink…
    No . The thought of some skank hanging on him not only wasn’t appealing, but almost turned his stomach.  He was going to have to suffer this one out.  If he couldn’t have Dana he didn’t want anyone else.  What?  Where had that thought come from?
    As he parked his bike and headed into the mall images of her holding and rocking Melody, kissing her tiny head and looking as though she were in love with the child assailed him. 
    That memory was quickly replaced with one of finding her out on the playground with Gretchen on her lap swinging double, both of their heads thrown back and their hair flying in the wind, laughing… God this was killing him!  
    He just