Aftermath (Dividing Line #6) Read Online Free Page A

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    Rachel was pushed back into her seat, releasing a surprised gasp when it was tilted backwards, flipping her onto her back. Ryan climbed on top of her, hands pushing up her skirt.
    “Ryan, this car doesn’t have blacked out windows. Anyone can see in.”
    He was beyond reason and stared down at her steadily as he unzipped his trousers.
    Rachel was pinned by his gaze, her heart thudding with excitement. He was just so alpha he took her breath away. It didn’t matter to him that anyone could see in, this was what he wanted, it was happening. All she could do was hang on tight.
    His determined eyes kept her tethered to her seat as he pulled down her underwear and tossed it into the backseat. She released a small mewl of excitement when he slipped a finger inside her. Feeling how wet she was his big chest heaved harder and his gaze darkened. He pressed deeper, a wicked smile lighting up his face when she moaned loudly. A second finger joined the first and she arched her spine, writhing with pleasure. What little restraint he had left snapped entirely when her hand cupped his crotch. He pulled her legs around his waist then gave her one deep kiss before thrusting inside her. Rachel cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, welcoming his aggressive tongue into her mouth, enjoying the rasp of his stubble against her cheek.
    “Take this off,” he demanded, tugging at her blouse. Before she’d had the chance to unfasten the buttons he’d ripped it open and was kissing her breasts.
    Voices from outside tried to pull Rachel from the bliss enveloping her. “Ryan, there’s someone outside,” she managed to gasp through the uncompromising thrusts. The pleasure swelled inside her, threatening to burst. “Oh God,” she moaned. Fuck it , who cares , she thought, enjoying the low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as his climax approached. She wrapped her legs around him tighter as she flew head-first towards orgasm and when it hit she felt like she’d been thrown into a brick wall. He ground his mouth against hers, swallowing her cry, growling louder when her nails dug into his back, sinking into the flesh. Rachel felt him pulsating inside her, his anger released with his seed.
    With one last moan her body relaxed. She was a little light-headed, every part of her thrumming and trembling.
    Ryan rested on top of her, breathing hard. When the last drop of his anger left him his head snapped up and he appeared appalled by himself. “Oh Christ, I did it again. Are you okay babe?”
    “Course I am, more than alright,” she smiled, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss.
    “I was just so angry with Estelle I lost it.”
    “So you weren’t mad at me for pinning her up against the wall?”
    “No Sweetheart, that was the best part of our visit. I hate the vicious old hag. The way she spoke to you…the things she said about Leah…it made me fucking furious.”
    His anger was starting to take hold again so she kissed him tenderly, sinking love into it rather than lust and it evaporated.
    He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”
    “Absolutely,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.
    “I forced you,” he said, sickened with himself.
    “You can’t force me because I always want you. You understand? It’s just not possible,” she smiled, cupping his face.
    “I shouldn’t have done it but when I’m that fucking mad all I can think about is being inside you. It’s the only thing that makes it go away.”
    “It’s okay,” she said, hugging him. “I was proud of you in there, you did really well. When you think how she used to affect you and how you were today there’s a world of difference.”
    “Because you were there.”
    “No, it’s because you’ve changed inside. The scared little boy has gone. I think you laid him to rest when you told her to get out of Manchester.”
    “Perhaps. Terry Maguire is Jules’s dad.