Crash Ride by T. Gephart Page A

bed. Not like I couldn’t get one in the morning. Who the fuck cared that I smelled like last week’s gym socks? The sooner my eyes closed, the sooner I would stop this fucked up fantasy I had. The fantasy where I call Megs and tell her to get her sexy little ass over here, and let her ride me until the sun comes up. If my cock wasn’t complete awake before, he was sure as hell taking notice now. My hand was tempted to reach down and at least give myself some relief.
    “Holy fuck!” My voice bounced off my black bedroom walls, yelling a little louder than I’d meant to, My eyes shut and then reopened just to confirm it wasn’t some fucked up optical illusion that I was looking at as a naked and shocked Megs shot up in my bed, pulling the sheets up around her.
    “Is this some crazy fucking dream?” My hand raked through my mohawk. Hadn’t it been like two minutes ago I’d wished for this very thing? If I’d somehow managed to score three wishes or some shit, they could keep the other two. Megs, in my bed, more than enough for me.
    “Shit, Megs. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I moved closer to the bed. Not sure if her look of surprise was over the fact I’d yelled or the fact I was standing there naked with a hard-on.
    “Hey, Troy Harris.” Her eyes dipped down to my cock. “I was waiting for you to get home.” She gave me an appreciative smile when she saw that part of me was already good to go.
    There were a million important questions I should’ve asked. Starting with “how did you get in?” You know how many I asked? Zero. I didn’t give a fuck if she picked my locks or teleported into my bedroom. What I did care about was the fact we were both naked, alone and still not getting busy. “Come here.” I ripped the sheets off my bed and exposed her beautiful body. She was so fucking perfect.
    She gasped but I didn’t buy into that shy bullshit as she moved off the bed and strode over to me. She opened her mouth to talk, not sure whether it was to explain or something else, but I claimed her mouth before she had the chance. All that crap we spoke about last night, about the one-time deal? I was no longer on board. From the looks of things, neither was she. Good, ’cause while that bullshit made all kinds of sense, as far as I was concerned, it was still fucking bullshit.
    Her arms wrapped around my neck as our kiss deepened. Never in a million years had I thought this was what I’d be coming home to. Hell, had I known, I might’ve blown off the whole recording session. I palmed her ass and lifted her onto me. She was all about it and wrapped her legs around my waist, little whimpers escaping her mouth as I kissed her. My mouth was too busy to ask, so I made an executive decision and carried her to my bathroom. Last night’s shower might have been relatively tame but that was not going to get a repeat performance tonight.
    “Troy,” she moaned as pushed her against the cold tiled wall. Her hands travelled down the length of my chest.
    “You want me to stop?” My mouth moved down her neck, kissing her naked skin. It was going to take a hell of a lot of restraint to stop right now, so I prayed she wasn’t going to tell me to put the brakes on.
    “Don’t stop. I want this. I want you.” Her tits heaved up and down as she sucked in a breath.
    I pulled her body back against me and into the shower stall. Our lips and hands busy with each other as I turned the faucet and let the cold water hit our skin. It was like a million needles poked us simultaneously but even that wasn’t enough to stop us, my skin on fire with fucking need. Megs unwrapped her legs and slithered down my body, giving me a free hand to adjust the water temperature.
    She sunk to her knees in front of me, her hands pushing me against the shower wall as her tongue trailed down my abs to my cock. She smiled as she licked the ring, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. My hands fisted her hair as she took me into her