Chapter Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As Joe watched Courtney move towards his car he felt his heart leap in his chest. Her willowy body reminded him of an elegant swan, and when her face came into view he could see her eyes were filled with triumph. She never let anything stop her, and her indomitable spirit was one of the many qualities he both envied and admired. As she climbed into the passenger seat and ran her fingers through her hair, he wondered how he could ever have been attracted to a country bumpkin like Heather Hunt.
“It’s freezing,” she said with a shiver as he began to drive.
“I’ll turn the heat up, but where’s your coat?”
“Still in the closet in the hospital room. I couldn’t have squeezed through that window wearing it. I thought about tossing it out, but I figured it would just get all wet so there was no point. But I’m so relieved to be free. What a hellacious time I’ve had, though the hospital was a whole lot better than that hellacious jail cell.”
Joe grinned. She always talked a mile a minute when she was happy or excited.
“Do you still want to go straight to our cabin at the Moonshine Campgrounds?”
“Yes, absolutely. Those morons at the hospital won’t realize I’m gone until the morning and I’m dying to soak in a hot bath. Then I’ll put on some warm clothes and have a drink. By that time Miss Goody Two Shoes will be fast asleep. Hah! She won’t know what hit her, and that cowboy will regret ever crossing me.”
It was a short drive, and Joe was soon stopping outside their cabin. Hurrying inside, Courtney moved straight into the bathroom, sprinkled bubble bath into the tub and turned on the faucets. As she began to peel off her clothes, Joe walked in holding a crystal tumbler.
“Your favorite Cognac,” he announced, handing it to her and trying not to stare. It didn’t matter how many times he saw her naked, he never tired of eyeing her body.
“Thanks, you were a star tonight,” she purred, accepting it and taking a drink. “Mmmm, heaven. Hold it while I climb in.”
As he took the glass and watched her sink into the thick white bubbles, he felt his cock start to stiffen.
“Relax,” he murmured, placing the drink on the widest edge of the tub. “But be careful with this, don’t knock it off.”
“I won’t. Ooh, this is divine…”
With her glorious body disappearing beneath the foam, he walked out the door and headed into the bedroom.
“Now I’ll make you mine,” he mumbled as he quickly stripped and stretched out on the bed.
Taking hold of his hardness and closing his eyes, he pictured her straddling him, then slowly lowering herself down. As he imagined himself becoming engulfed by her warmth, barely a moment passed before he was spewing his essence in a series of divine spasms.
The first time was always quick.
Always.
But he’d soon find himself hard again, then he could last for a very long time. Grinning, he reached across for the tissues on the nightstand, wiped himself clean, then idly played with himself while he waited for her to join him.
The minutes ticked by, but the door finally opened and she walked in wrapped up in one of the thick, cotton bathrobes the campground provided for its guests.
“Won’t you join me?” he asked as she moved to her suitcase.
“Join you? Joe, we have to go. And I mean right now, or did you forget what all this is about?”
“I thought we could—”
“You thought wrong,” she exclaimed, cutting him off. “I can’t believe you could even think about sex right now. We have a job to do.”
“Uh, but, uh…” he sputtered as he felt himself shrink. “Isn’t it a bit early? Shouldn’t we wait until we can be sure she’s asleep?”
“Asleep, awake, it won’t matter,” she barked, pulling on a pair of thick black tights. “Now for fuck’s sake, get dressed. I hope you have everything ready to go.”
“Of course, I do.”
“Where is it?” she pressed, slipping into a long-sleeved T-shirt then covering it with a cashmere sweater.
“In that brown bag by the dresser.”
As she opened the bag and began checking the contents, Joe moved from the bed and padded across to the closet. He hadn’t expected the cold weather and wasn’t sure what to wear. Finally deciding on his thick track suit, he lifted it from the shelf.
“That won’t be enough,” she declared as he slipped the sweatshirt over his head. “You’ll freeze to death.”
“I have my winter trench coat. Once I put that on it should be.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess so. Just hurry up.”
He was used to her abrupt manner. When there was somewhere she needed to be she was always impatient, and with so much at stake he knew she was even more on edge. But as he began lacing up his hiking boots and thinking about the hours ahead, a deep frown crossed his brow.
“Courtney, are you sure about this?”
“Hey, he squealed to the show manager and the fucking cops?” she barked. “Why didn’t he just mind his own fucking business? Now I have to go into hiding while I find a way to get out of the damn country.”
“But kidnapping Heather Hunt won’t help. ”
“You know how I am! I have to get even! He’s fucked up my life and he has to pay. But don’t worry, I won’t hurt her. I’ll just freak him out and show him what a mistake he made messing with me.”