Chapter 6 Paige
PAIGE
The pale glow from my nightlight illuminates the shadow on the bedroom wall. My heartbeat quickens, and I cry out.
A figure appears in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy housecoat with her long hair falling messily over her shoulders.
“Momma.” I reach for her, and she climbs into the bed with me.
Her warm body presses against mine as the scents of cinnamon and butter wrap around me.
“I’m here, baby.”
Her soothing voice calms my racing heart and banishes the shadows from the room.
“I’ll always be here for you, baby girl.”
I wake with a start. Bedsheets are tangled around my legs, angular shadows move across the wall as a car passes on the street, and the body pressed against my back isn’t Momma’s.
She said she’d always be here. She lied.
Grief presses against my chest, and a sob shudders out of me. I bury my face in the pillow to hide the sound.
Beside me, Sergeant Gray stirs. “Are you okay?”
I wipe my eyes on the pillowcase and hold in the pain that threatens to tear my chest apart. I’m in a hotel room with a strange man, and Momma isn’t coming to chase the shadows away.
The ache in my chest threatens to overwhelm me and suck me under. I do the only thing that might push it away.
We fell asleep naked, our bodies against each other, and without turning around, I shift my hips, pressing them against the man behind me.
“I can’t sleep.” I hope he takes the shake in my voice for desire and not the remnants of tears.
He nuzzles into my neck, his bristles tickling my skin, and the sensation takes the focus from the pain in my chest as prickles of desire burst across my skin.
“I can help with that.”
His hand slides over my hip, and I grind into him until I feel him harden against me.
He kisses my neck, and the place between my shoulders, and every touch is a step away from pain toward desire.
I don’t turn around to face him. I want to hide in the darkness of the night. Nothing outside moves, and the only sound is the occasional passing car in the distance, the hum of the hotel air conditioning, and the slap of our bodies moving together.
“Is this okay?”
He’s so damn polite, asking me at every turn if I want to continue. But I don’t want polite. I want him to take me and make me forget.
“Yes,” I murmur, keeping my head tilted away from him. “It’s all okay.”
I reach for another condom from the packet by the bed, and he takes it, sliding it on behind me.
He’s taking it slow, but this time, I want fast. I reach between my legs, grasp his hard length, and slide it toward my entrance.
There’s a dull ache between my legs from last night. My first time left me breathless and sore and wondering why the hell I waited so long to lose my virginity.
He groans as I run his length over my wet pussy.
“Rose.” He utters my name with reverence, and regret pangs in my chest. I wish he was uttering my real name.
I shut that part of me down and grip him tighter as I push my hips back.
“You don’t have to be gentle.” I grind my hips, making him groan. “Take me how you want, Sargent Gray.”
He groans as he pulls my hips into the air. His other arm flips me over so my face is in the pillow.
“Is this okay?” His voice is gritty as his hand trails over my ass, down my back, and presses between my shoulder blades.
“Stop being so polite.” I arch my back and lift my hips, and finally he gives in to what I want, what I need.
“Fuck.” He fists his cock and spreads my thighs as he goes onto his knees. “Tell me any time to stop.”
I don’t look back at him. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensation of his wide hands on my body, which pull me toward him until his cock knocks at my entrance. He thinks he has control, but I move my hips, controlling the slide down his shaft.
I cry out as he fills me up, and for a moment, I think I might break apart. Then he slides my hips down, and the loss of his cock makes me whimper in need.
“There’s no rush, Rose.”
I feel him lean forward and press soft kisses on my back, his beard scraping my skin. My pussy throbs with need for him, and I move my hips, trying to get him to mount me.
“Uh-uh.” He shifts his tip out of the way, and I whimper in frustration. “I’m in charge this time. And I’ll tell you when you can have my cock.”
My breath hitches, and a new need coils in my belly. I wanted to get lost in Sargent Gray, but now he’s playing with me.
His beard scraps down my back so fucking slowly.
“What are you doing?” I’m breathless, and I hate how needy I sound.
He chuckles, a soft, low hum that has me shivering in anticipation. “We’ve only got one night, Rose. I’m going to make sure you remember it.”
Strong hands pull my thighs apart, and warm breath hits my ass. His bristles scrape against my inner thighs as his mouth closes around my slit. His tongue lashes out in places I never thought a tongue should go. I buckle, and he grabs my thighs and holds me in place.
Pleasure shoots though me so intense that I can’t keep still. When I buck my hips, Sergeant Gray is there to catch me. A keening sound emanates out of my throat that I don’t recognize. I half scream, half moan as he grinds me on his tongue.
I writhe on the bed, pushing my hips onto him as he laps at every part of me. The pleasure grows, and he inserts a finger inside that coils around and presses against my inner walls.
I’m wound up so tight I claw at the bedding while animal noises erupt from my throat. The release comes hard and long, and I moan like an injured animal as I press myself against his mouth. My pussy throbs, and the release does nothing to sate my desire.
Sergeant Gray keeps one hand on my backside as he moves swiftly behind me. His palm presses hard into my skin, and his fingers grip my hips.
“Are you ready for me, Rose?” he grits out, and I manage a breathless affirmative.
Then he’s behind me and plunging inside so hard and deep that my body jerks forward, and I let out a cry.
Gripping my hips in both hands, he pulls me toward him. There’s no gentleness, no let up. There’s just his need and mine.
We find a rhythm, and I pound my hips backward, taking him deeper with every thrust. My head pushes into the pillow, muffling my cries.
“Is this good?” he asks between thrusts. I almost want to laugh. He’s always so worried about my pleasure when I couldn’t possibly imagine feeling any more than I already do.
“Yes,” I try to say, but it comes out as a gargled sound. “Keep going. Keep fucking me.”
“I can’t hear you.”
He leans forward, and his fist tangles in my hair. He drags my head up away from the pillow. Pain shoots out of my scalp, but it only adds to the pleasure coiling inside me.
When he loosens his grip, I push back into him, trying to tell him it’s okay; whatever he wants to do to me is okay. I feel safe with him controlling my body.
I throw a look over my shoulder, and it’s the first time our eyes have met since we woke in the night. He looks wild, as full of desire and need as I am.
“I. Said. Keep. Fucking. Me.” Every word comes between another thrust.
He releases my hair, and his hand travels down my back, slick with sweat.
I grab hold of the headboard, and it bangs against the wall, keeping the beat for us.
“Touch yourself.” His voice is gritty and commanding, and there’s no question of not obeying.
I reach between my legs, and my palm finds my slickness. I reach farther, and with every thrust, my fingertips trail over his balls.
He drives into me harder and harder until my orgasm breaks like a dam, and I cry out as my body releases all the pent-up energy from the past two days. He slams into me a few more times, then lets out a bellow as he releases into me.
Every part of me is tingling and alive, and afterward, he pulls me close and kisses me on the forehead. Gentle kisses that show nothing of the rough way he took me.
A thin dawn light breaks through the curtain as we doze off, our bodies wrapped together. My limbs are heavy, my body sated, and the ache in my chest banished.