Free The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) by Nicole Jordan Page A

turned and walked around the truck, throwing the door open and her body back into the seat. But she couldn’t help but grin.
    Jayda’s heart fluttered as he entered the cab, threw her things behind the seat and looked at her.
    “Get your ass over here, Rivers. I’m not going to have to slide you over here myself, am I?” His glare was positively wolf-like.
    “You just might.” She grinned and tried to dodge his grab but failed. His arm wrapped securely around her and pulled her to his side.
    “What was that?” He asked, his voice dark. Like the look in his eyes.
    “You may have caught me, but that doesn’t mean you can keep me.” She knew she was poking the bull, but she couldn’t help herself. Even if I want you to.
    “Climb on up,” he said, helping her up and into the truck cab. The inside was immaculately clean, not a bit of trash on the floor or the seat.
    “This beauty your pride and joy?” she asked, digging just a little, all she wanted was to get a reaction, something that got him going.
    It worked.
    “She’s a little rough, but she gets the job done,” he said as he walked around the truck and got in on his own side.
    “Where are we going anyways?”
    “I know a little place.” His smart ass smile returned.
    “Yeah, I am sure you do.”
    “Don’t challenge me, Jayda.” He gripped the wheel a little tighter.
    “It is what I do. I challenge.”
    “Then don’t be surprised when I meet those challenges.” He took off in a roar, his tires tearing up the gravel driveway as he headed straight for that dirt road.
    She wasn’t sure what it was about him, or his rusty old truck, but every time the two were combined she couldn’t help but gravitate towards them. She just needed to get him out of her system. Then she could finally get back to work. Back to running her dad’s business.
    No sooner was he in than he was pulling her over to his side. Her body curled around his almost instantly, the spark from the dance reignited inside of her and spread to a flame that consumed her entire body. Her nerves were on fire, dancing and playing with her as arousal licked at her skin.
    Luke inched his hand up her thigh, his rough, calloused fingers swirling and moving towards her at a slow but steady pace. It was enough to drive her crazy.
    Somehow the mere thought that she was turned on just sitting next to a man in his truck only served to worsen her condition. Sure enough her nipples poked out, standing at attention through the soft fabric of her blouse, harder and more swollen.
    “No, really, where are we going?” Jayda leaned closer and landed a kiss on his neck. His thick murmur of pleasure only empowered her and she reached over between his legs and rested her hand over his throbbing bulge. She wasn’t sure how big he was, but she could definitely feel his arousal. “I would actually like to know.”
    “Well, we can go back to my place. I have a solid bed and a warm house. Or,” He finally reached the area under her skirt, dancing around her panties, “If you can tolerate the crisp air we can park way out in this clearing in this grove that I know of. It isn’t too far. And the sky is gorgeous as night approaches this time of year.”
    Suddenly he was there, his fingers groping over her soaking wet garments, rubbing in the exact spot she needed touched. She didn’t want to be in his house. Didn't want anything but him and the open night sky.
    She sucked in a breath. “ Clearing .”
    “I was hoping you would say that,” Luke deftly swung the truck onto a side road, his hand running over the steering wheel with the experience of a trucker. He punched the gas and the roar of the pickup intensified, its rumble filling the night air.
    He hooked his fingers around the crotch of her panties, the tips of them just barely brushing against her lips. She sucked in another ragged breath, her body still as his fingertips found her little nub. He swept across it first, making her gasp and then