Racing for Freedom by Bec Botefuhr Page B

of a comparison.”
    “Slade…”
    He shakes his head. “It’s ok, I would do it all over again for you.”
    “How did I not know?” I whisper.
    “I don’t know.”
    “He…he…lied to me all this time?”
    “I’m sorry Dash.”
    “And you…you knew…you knew and you didn’t come back for me?”
    “Dash, I couldn’t. I blamed myself. I couldn’t bear to see you in pain. Being a jerk and making you hate me, was the only way.”
    “I loved you Slade, I loved you with everything I had.” I scream.
    “I know, baby, I know.”
    “Don’t call me that!” I scream. “I’m nothing to you, don’t pretend I am!”
    “You’re everything to me.”
    Then his lips are on mine. I didn’t see it coming, but oh, I can’t stop my reaction. My hands are still clasped in his, but I don’t need them to feel every part of him. He’s pressed against me, our bodies molded together, warming each other slowly. His lips move over mine, his tongue finds my own and the kiss deepens. He finally releases his hands to run his fingertips down my arm and then down over my side. He grips my dress and pulls it up, then he finds my thigh and slides it around his waist.
    “I want you Dash, I want you so badly it burns.”
    “Slade,” I whimper.
    “You want me too, say it Dash, say you want me.”
    “Yes.”
    He slides his lips down over my neck and he nibbles a soft path from my jaw to my shoulder. His body rocks against mine, pressing in all the right paces. I come alive beneath him, feeling every hard inch of him.
    “I didn’t do this right the first time, I will do it right now.”
    My mind has cut out, I can’t think of anything but him. He’s all over me, he’s surrounding me. His body jerks again and the hard length of him presses into my core. I groan and shift, causing more friction.
    “Dash, stop doing that baby.”
    He grips the strap of my dress and slowly lowers it over my shoulder, revealing one breast. His mouth is hot against my skin as he works gently with his tongue and his mouth, bringing me to heights I’ve never felt before. I whimper and tighten my leg around his waist, wanting so much more. His hand slides up under my dress, caressing my skin with his fingertips and causing shivers to run through me.
    He finds my panties and he slides them down, I shift and let him move so he can drag them down over my leg. He sits, staring down at my panting form. He grips his pants and undoes the first button, jerking them down. I stare wide eyed at his beauty, his perfection.
    “Dash, I don’t have a condom.”
    “I’m protected,” I whisper.
    He leans down over me again and kisses me until I’m writhing beneath him once more. I can feel him pressing against me and oh, it feels so good. I pull his shirt free from his pants and run my hands up his back, sliding my nails over his hot skin. He makes a ragged sound and pulls my hips so I slide further down the seat. He gently probes me, as if testing the waters.
    “You want this, Dashy?”
    “Yes,” I whimper.
    “How much?”
    “Slade please…”
    He slides into me with one, quick movement and I cry out, writhing and groaning as pleasure and pain fill me. His moans fill my ears and my skin heats, going from cool and wet to hot and sweaty. He uses my hip to hold my body still as he gently moves inside me with measured, perfect strokes. I tilt my head back and his mouth finds my throat, he slides the tip of his tongue up my neck and I groan, dragging my nails down his back.
    “Slade, oh…”
    “Tell me Dash, when was the last time you came?”
    I groan, shaking my head from side to side. He stops moving his hips and I whimper, desperately tilting mine upwards to feel more of him.
    “Tell me.”
    “I haven’t…since you.”
    His eyes widen a little and his lips find my cheek, then he moves to my ear. “Well, let me change that.”
    He begins moving again, and his mouth moves all over my skin, lighting me on fire with each touch. I’m feeling that