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Back Walk on the Wilder Side Save as PDF
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
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  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
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  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. Epilogue
  43. Excerpt from Wilder With You
  44. Also by Serena Bell
  45. Acknowledgments
  46. About the Author

“Brody,” she pleads, so I lick again, circling, imagining that I can draw the tension there to a perfect, sweet, crisis. With my hand, I work the other nipple, and she finds a steady rhythm against me.

I grasp her hips to make her stop, and she whimpers again. “Please.”

“Not yet.”

I reach behind her and unhook her bra. The moment I release the strap, she sighs, and when I reach to touch her, both hands on those soft, perfect globes, she makes a strangled sound of pleasure and relief.

I pinch her nipples lightly, so lightly, and work them patiently while I spread my thighs a little to make it impossible for her to rub off on me.

“Stop teasing.”

“It’s too fun.”

“You’re killing me.”

She reaches between us. For the button of my jeans. Lust makes her clumsy, and she grapples unsuccessfully.

I shake my head.

“I want you,” she says. “You’ve got to have a condom in here somewhere.”

I put my hands on her shoulders. Gently. And shift her back, just a little. Using the spread of my thighs and the press of my palms to keep her at a safe distance.

“We should stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she says breathlessly, which almost tears through my self-control.

But this is Rachel. Rachel.

I’ve had a lot of sex in trucks, and I’d bet she hasn’t had any.

“I don’t want to stop either,” I say. “I want to know if you’ll come like this. My fingers on your nipples and your pussy rubbing off on my cock. I want to know what sounds you make when you come. What you look like. How flushed you get. I want to know if you’ll beg me if I take too long.”

“I will!” she breathes. “God, Brody. I will!”

“But if I don’t stop now, I’m going to end up fucking you in my truck. And you’re not that girl.”

I’m looking right into her eyes when I say this. It’s dark, but even so, I see it.

The flinch.

I feel it, too. She freezes under my hands. Stock still.

Like she went from flame to stone in a second.

I know I’ve made a big mistake.

“Rachel.”

She’s shaking her head. She eases off me and turns to settle herself back in the passenger seat. Even from over here, though, I can feel that sudden stiffness in her body.

“Rachel, talk to me.”

For a split, fearful second, I think she won’t. And then she crosses her arms, opens her mouth, and unleashes.

13

Rachel

I’m really pissed. “That not that girl stuff is a load of hooey,” I tell him.