Rocky Ride (Thompson & Sons) by Vivian Arend Page A

for her, the golden flash of his piercing catching the light.
    Anna didn’t hesitate. She went eagerly as he lifted her over him, reaching down to guide his hard shaft between her folds. The instant she let him go, Mitch thrust upward and she screamed his name. The hard balls of his piercing added an extra touch that made stars float before her eyes.
    It didn’t matter who was in the room right then or what they were doing. Low groans from Cassidy and squeaks of happiness from Ashley—all of that faded away because nothing compared to what Mitch was doing.
    He held her hips and controlled her, pounding her with his cock as their lips met. Hungry kisses, breathless gasping. Everything inside coiling tighter and tighter until there was nothing and nowhere to go except up in flames.
    “Mitch, oh God, oh …” Anna rocked hard, their bodies only kept together by the strong grip he held on her. She buried her face against his neck and let herself be braced in place. Fully supported as her climax ripped her brain clear out of her head, and all thought became impossible.
    Mitch froze, her hips tight to his thighs, his cock jerking inside her. “Fucking hell, that was so…” He gasped for air, panting in her ear as their bodies slicked together. Sweaty and sated.
    Her eyes met his, her voice a mere whisper. “I can’t move.”
    He laughed softly. Fingers trailing up her spine and teasing her. He kissed her forehead. “Then don’t. There’s nowhere we need to go.”
    In the corner Cassidy and Ashley were curled up together, talking quietly. Mostly naked, and not in the least concerned by that fact. They kissed and nuzzled each other with such honest love and affection, and something deep inside Anna cracked open with longing.
    Mitch was giving her all her sexual fantasies. Could he give her what she needed most? She watched the couple across the room and listened to the steady beat of Mitch’s heart.
    And wondered.

Chapter Nine

     
    L AUGHTER RANG over the heavy beat of the music. Mitch turned away from the group gathered by the dance floor and tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, sipping his beer between moments of glancing at his watch.
    Anna was late. Again. He’d bet big money that it would be Nick’s doing. The man seemed determined to mess with Anna’s time, and along with it, Mitch and Anna’s relationship. Mitch didn’t know if he should be jealous along with the frustration.
    A heavy beat pounded in his chest as Anna finally strutted in.
    “ Jesus ,” Mitch moaned, rising to his feet, accidentally kicking his chair over as he took in her outfit.
    Her hair was coiled into a fancier-than-usual ponytail that he looked forward to messing up. A wraparound sweater clung to all her curves, the bottom edge stopping mere inches above her skirt line.
    The skirt itself wasn’t that short—not really—but enough of her legs were exposed to make his mouth water, and the entire smooth length led to those drop-dead shoes he loved. Mitch couldn’t take his gaze off the straps of red leather on her feet.
    Fuck, she’d worn the shoes.
    Something inside stood and cheered. The rest of him just got harder than a spike. Since the night at Cassidy’s, it was as if she’d let loose the woman he’d seen small glimpses of forever. That passionate side came out far more often now, visible in the daytime as well as in the secret moments they’d steal together.
    The smaller than usual Tuesday night crowd pivoted to watch Anna glide toward him. She ignored them, fixated on his face. She must have seen something she liked, because a smile escaped. A flirty, naughty smile as she stepped right into his arms and kissed him.
    Mitch was the one to hold back, because his first impulse was to wrap her leg around his hip and start dry humping her right there in the middle of the fucking bar.
    Screw sitting and talking. He wanted her in his arms where she belonged. He slipped his fingers over her hip and guided her straight to