Free Crash Ride by T. Gephart Page A

couldn’t be sure as the silliness of my words made me giggle.
    “Going to have to disagree with you, Megs, respectfully of course.” Troy’s hand slowly slid down the couch to rest on my hip. “I’m not going to be held accountable if you doom their marriage ’cause you didn’t follow the rules.”
    “Oh, so that’s the reason?” My chin tilted as my body relaxed against his. Cooling it would have been the smart thing to do. Dan and Ash could walk up at any moment, we were in a public place and I was practically in his lap. Did I care? Nope, and I couldn’t make myself either. He was intoxicating. My lips moved closer to his ear. “You afraid we’re going to curse them if we don’t sleep together?”
    Troy turned his head, his lips hovered above mine and I was sure he was going to kiss me. “No.” He paused, his voice husky and low. “The reason is ’cause I want to own that body of yours tonight. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about anything else other than making sure that happens.”

 
    It was sometime around two in the morning when we finally wrapped it up and piled into the Suburban. That was about three hours later than I would have liked. Patience and virtue—yeah I didn’t get the memo. Instead I concentrated on what it would feel like to have my hands on her ass while she rode my cock; it gave me the incentive to hang back and let the night play out.
    Dan and Ash got cozy on the row of seats in front of us while Megs and I took the ones in the back. Two things it had been good for. One, the two lovebirds didn’t get an eyeful of my hard-on. And two, my hands were able to stay busy on Megs without any raised eyebrows or suspicion. And busy they were.
    That dress she was wearing deserved a standing ovation, ’cause other than looking outstanding on her, it didn’t hinder my access. My fingers got on a first name basis with her thong while she rubbed the front of my jeans with her hand. It was a beautiful thing.
    The little moans she had going on didn’t help either. They weren’t loud enough for our audience to hear. Nope, she’d saved that privilege for me alone. Almost made me forget where the fuck I was, reaching for her mouth with my own on more than one occasion. That probably would have required some explanation. My tongue down her throat? Yeah, really no way getting around that unless she needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
    Both Ash and Megs had both consumed their fair share of drinks at the club. If the collection of champagne bottles hadn’t been a clue, the giggling sure was. Sober? Not likely. And while they weren’t loaded, they were fairly lit up.
    Of course being the stand-up guy that I am, I kindly offered Megs the use of my guest room so she wouldn’t have to go back her place alone. She happily accepted. The brownie points I’d won from Ash were a nice touch, my concern for Megs’s well-being, commended even. I know, I’m a regular fucking saint.
    The elevator ride up to the Penthouse had been excruciating. Being in such a confined space and not being able to do anything, yeah that was brutal. I had to mentally recite the batting order for the Yankees to try and calm the raging hard-on I had going on.
    The minute we’d said our goodbyes and Dan and Ash disappeared through their front door, I grabbed Megs and pushed her up against the wall. I’d waited as long as I cared to and I wanted her mouth, and every other part of her on me.
    She gave me zero resistance as my tongue continued to fuck her mouth. That was the preshow as I fumbled with my keys and opened my front door, both of us ready for the main event.
    The door slamming behind us was all we needed to take it to the next level, clawing each other like savages. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead we dropped onto the hardwood floor of my entranceway and tore our clothes from our bodies like they were on fire. I’d take her to my bed later, what I needed was to get my mouth on her— every part