Chapter 26 Reed #2
I walked past the drunk girls crying in the hallway until I reached the women’s restroom.
I wasn’t about to take her to the disgusting men’s room.
I pushed open the door where there were more drunk women, but no one seemed to notice or care that I was walking in.
I nudged Lina inside the first stall, quickly locking the door behind us.
As soon as it was closed, I pounced on her, my lips finding hers, my hands unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts.
Her own hands fumbled with my belt and jeans, until she had me in her grip.
It felt so fucking good having her warm fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I pressed into her palm, desperate for friction.
I pushed my hand beneath the waistband of her panties until I could swipe my fingers through her center.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked and dripping wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet for you since you walked into the trailer all sweaty,” she whispered into my mouth.
I spun her around, shoving her up against the tile.
“Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
Lina bit her lip while she looked at me over her shoulder—her sign that she liked the sound of that.
“Fuck me, cowboy.”
She splayed her palms on the wall, wiggling her ass enticingly.
“Fuck,” I breathed, shimmying her shorts down her thighs. God, her ass was something magnificent—round, juicy, and perfect. I ran my hands over her curves before pushing my pants and briefs down. With my dick in my hand, I gave it a couple pumps before notching it at her center.
She was ready for me. I thrust forward, her pussy sucking me in. She felt so fucking good, so fucking tight, I couldn’t see straight. Her walls were already pulsing and fluttering, squeezing me.
“Fuck, baby.” I leaned forward until my chest was pressed to her back.
I thrust again, wrapping my hand around the front of her neck, while my other hand was gripping her hip for dear life.
“Reed,” she moaned.
No one seemed to notice our heavy breathing and moans that filled the air. Drunk girls came and went with their friends. Their loud, inebriated chatter, mixed with the din of flushing and water running, covered up the sound of my balls slapping against her ass as I fucked Lina against the wall.
“Fuck, Lina, you take me so good,” I whispered into her ear.
“You feel so good. I’m already close.”
“I am, too, baby. I was ready as soon as I saw you chug that drink.”
“Yeah?” she asked through heaving breaths as I continued to pump in and out of her.
The pressure built in my spine, my balls tightening, blood rushing to my cock as I took one last thrust.
“Fuck,” she groaned, arching, her head falling back against my chest. “I’m … I’m coming.”
My cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping hot ropes of cum into her. Her walls tightened around me with her orgasm, only adding to the intensity of mine.
“Fuck. You’re perfect.”
Our chests heaved, her pussy continuing to flutter while my dick twitched inside her, milking me dry.
“Reed.” She said my name almost reverently, her arm reaching back to wrap her hand around the back of my neck, holding me to her.
I leaned down, burying my nose into her hair, pressing my lips to her crown. I wanted to say it. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her exactly how I felt, but instead I asked, “Will you dance with me?”
Her body rumbled with her laugh, causing my cock to twitch again at the sensation. “You want to dance with me?”
“I do.” I dropped another kiss into her hair.
“Do you even know how to dance?” she quipped.
“Why don’t you say ‘yes’ and find out.”
I gradually withdrew, both of us sucking in a breath with the last bits of pleasure. I grabbed some toilet paper to clean us both up before pulling up our pants and straightening ourselves out.
“Okay, cowboy, I’ll dance with you.” She smiled as brilliantly as she had earlier after her race, and I felt my heart burst.
Fuck. I was in love with this woman.
We exited the stall without a word, sharing soft, knowing smiles while we went to wash our hands. The women around the sinks stopped their drunken chatter, their eyes going wide.
“Did y’all just fuck in there?” one of them asked overly loudly. It was the blonde one who was out in the hallway earlier.
I ignored her while I washed up and dried my hands.
“Yes, yes we did.” Lina didn’t even look at her, checking her makeup and hair in the mirror.
They all stood in stunned silence.
Lina ran a finger over the corner of her mouth, fixing the lip gloss that smeared. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the restroom.
Before the door shut behind us, I heard the excited screams and giggles from the girls.
“Did you see that cowboy’s ass in those Wrangler’s? I’d so tap that!” was the last thing I heard before the door closed.
Lina peeked at me over her shoulder, her eyes lit up with mirth. “They’ll be talking about us all night.”
I slowed my steps, turning her to look at me. The noise of the bar seemed to fade, the lights appeared to dim, and all I saw was Lina. The glow of the neon like a halo around her, the flush on her cheeks from her orgasm, and her hair tousled and sexy. She took my fucking breath away.
The music changed to the slow, bluesy beat of “Tennessee Whiskey.” I leaned into her, ducking my head so my lips could brush her ear, and said, “Let’s give them more to talk about.”
She nodded against my mouth, and when I pulled away, her demeanor had changed. Her smile faded, replaced with a look I couldn’t yet identify. She looked serious, but her eyes grew soft and affectionate.
I led her onto the full dance floor, pulling her into me until her chest was pressed to mine. With her hand in mine, I placed her other hand on my chest. I gripped her hip, just letting us sway to the music.
As the music picked up, I took a step forward, leading her into a slow two-step, and I watched her eyes grow big in surprise. I spun her out and then pulled her back in, dipping her.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed. “You can dance.”
I winked. “I have party tricks, too.”
She beamed then as she came up from the dip. I held her to me, grinding my hips with hers before I repeated the steps.
The whole time, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other.
Nothing seemed to matter at that moment.
All the bullshit with Penn’s mom, with Junior, the trouble on the ranch.
None of it mattered with her in my arms. With Lina—this fierce, independent woman who was full of sass but had the biggest heart—I just knew we’d be able to conquer anything.