Chapter 28
S CARLETT
The first time felt like a storm.
And the second time now feels like an earthquake.
His warm release drips from between my legs as he breathes fast and stares at me with bedroom eyes, his smile wrapped in darkness and mischief.
He lets his hands drop down my butt, dips his fingers in his release, and smears it down my thighs so I reek of him.
When he’s done doing that, he moves his fingers between my legs from behind and massages my pussy with his come.
He grows hard again inside me while doing that, and I look at him with surprise.
“We’re doing it again?” I ask, smiling, forgetting about every other moment we have spent together up until this point.
“Yeah. We’re doing it slowly now. Like a dance. We don’t have to come. I just want to move inside you a little more. Tuck my seed into your body.”
I laugh.
I never thought I’d laugh at that.
He smiles.
“It’s a nice feeling,” he says, enjoying it as I move up and down.
“I thought you only paid for an hour.”
“Do you think anyone would come and ask me about those extra minutes?” he asks, amused.
“Probably not.”
“For sure not.”
He looks down at the money soaked in semen on the floor.
“Is that my money?” he asks.
“It’s my money now. And yes, it’s mostly your money. The rest is my tips.”
He looks up at me, and I expect him to question me about my life choices, about dancing for money. About wearing a different personality and handling men like the jerk running the club.
But he doesn’t want to do that––I can see it in his eyes.
And as he tips his face up, asking for my lips, I realize he just wants to fuck me, and I’m all for that.
We kiss. A lot of it is sex. A lot of it is me having his arms around me. And him getting me naked on his lap.
It took us a while to get here, and there were moments when I, for sure, never thought we’d be getting to this point.
Whatever kept us away from each other is lost in the blurred backgrounds of our hazy minds.
He was right about fucking me slowly like we were dancing. I feel at home with him. It’s intimate and safe.
Sex has never tasted better, and having his body pressed into mine, his lips crashed onto mine, and his arms around me have never felt better.
The voices ringing outside can’t destroy our little bubble or stop us from doing what we’ve been doing, and when I start to throb around him, and he stirs inside me, he rips his lips away from mine and whispers in my ear.
“Let’s find some cheap motel room and fuck. I want to hammer you, woman. I’ve had enough of this place.”
Our eyes meet.
He seems honest in his request.
I’ve never seen someone more genuine about his wants.
I look down.
“What about my clothes? I can’t walk out like that.”
“Are these your clothes or the club’s?”
“These are mine.”
“I’ll go get your stuff from backstage. Does he owe you anything?”
“Tonight’s money.”
“Tonight’s money?? Are you dancing here again?”
“I’m supposed to dance again tomorrow evening. I’m filling in for a friend.”
“Is she a good friend?”
I stay silent, unwilling to tell him she has warned me about him, yet I nod.
“Do you want to come back?”
“No. But I don’t want to let her down.”
He looks at me thoughtfully.
“All right,” he drawls. “Will talk more about this.”
He taps my butt gently, and I move away from him while he takes his semi and tucks it into his boxers.
“You did good,” he says, laughing, as I must still have a longing look on my face.
I bite back a grin.
“I’m not waiting for you here, naked,” I say as he pushes up to head out.
“Here. Take this,” he says, lifting his jacket from a side table and draping it over my shoulder.
A scent of cologne wraps around me.
“If anyone as much as looks your way tonight, they’ll be dead. You don’t have to say anything to anyone. I guarantee you no one will walk in and question you. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be back.”
He searches my eyes as I look at him in silence, and my heart jumps up and down with joy. There is no better way to feel seen than having him interested in my state of mind, hesitating to leave, and returning to put a kiss on my lips.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he says and walks out, his broad shoulders filling his long-sleeved thermal top to perfection.
SCARLETT
He returns with my money, a plastic bag, the rest of my clothes, and my bag.
“A girl said that was all you had,” he comments.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“This is for the money,” he says, showing me the plastic bag.
I point to the wad of cash I collected from the floor while he was gone.
I scooped up the wet dollar bills and cleaned them the best I could.
This is funny, I muse, seeing the bag full of cash.
“Did you say hi to him for me?” I joke.
He looks at me, entertained.
“He lodged a complaint about you,” he comments.
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Things worked for me, though. Although the guy deserves everything coming his way. I’m proud of you,” he confesses, handing me my clothes.
I remove his jacket and put on my sweatpants, T-shirt, socks, boots, and winter jacket.
He slides his jacket on.
When we’re done, we look around to ensure we've collected everything.
Once we finish, he takes my hand and walks me out.
“There’s a door in the back,” he says and leads me there, more familiar with the place than I am.
We make it outside, not the smallest part of the world we leave behind clinging to me.
I’m so happy I’m with him, still basking in the afterglow. Still feeling good about how the evening turned out.
Cold air rolls over my heated cheeks as I walk with him to his truck, his arm draped over my shoulders, his hot lips inches away from my hair.
As we sober up, the moments become more quiet.
“So, where are we going?” I ask when he opens the door and invites me in.
“There’s a motel a few miles from here,” he says before shutting the door and rounding his truck.
He climbs in and starts the car. The engine rumbles, awakening from its slumber.
“You called them?” I ask.
“Yes.”
He looks to his left as he veers the car away.
Soon, we leave the parking lot and head down the road.
“Did you follow me here this evening?”
“Uh-huh,” he says, smiling and turning on the radio.
He lets the station play some old Christmas song but turns down the volume.
“My neighbor said she’d seen your truck this morning. Was that really you?”
“Yes, it was,” he says, not looking at me.
I don’t peel my stare away from him. Eventually, he faces my scrutinizing eyes.
“Why did you do that?”
He moves his eyes away.
I continue.
“Why did you come?”
He glances at me.
“I didn’t know you’d be home.”
“Regardless. Why did you do it?”
He breathes a low, smokey chuckle.
“Because I was a fool,” he admits.
And my eyebrows go up.
“Why were you a fool?”
The car slows down before we stop at an intersection, waiting for the lights to turn green, and he shifts his eyes to me.
Holding my eyes, he speaks.
“Because I thought it would be better if we took things slowly and didn’t fuck…” he says, his voice still vibrating with that last word in my head.
“Better for who?”
The lights turn green, and his focus moves away from me.
“Better for you.”
“I have a hard time believing that. You couldn’t just think only about me.”
“It wasn’t thinking only about you. A lot of things went through my mind. And one of them was… I wanted to do it the right way.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to ruin anything.”
His words give me pause.
“And now?” I eventually ask. “Is tonight better for what you had in mind?”
He looks at me again.
“In many regards, it is. I tried it the other way, and things didn’t work out. So I had nothing to lose when I walked into that club. I knew I wanted to fuck you.”
“Whether I wanted it or not.”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“You wanted me to fuck you. I had no doubt about that.”
A few moments pass.
“I didn’t even fuck you,” he says, steering his car off the main road.
Half a mile later, we roll to a stop in front of a barely lit motel. Two cars are parked in the front. A neon sign with two working bulbs shines above the entrance.
“It’s the perfect place. Trust me.”
His humor is reassuring, but he is right about the place.
It’s not the greatest, nor is it the worst place.
I’ve seen worse.
“They texted me the passcode,” he says, reaching inside his pocket and swiping at his phone.
“They have smart locks?”
“It appears so. Let’s see if they work.”
He turns off the ignition, and we climb out before orienting ourselves and finding the room in question.
Seconds later, we walk in without a problem.
In one sweep, I take inventory of the bed, two nightstands, a small table with a couple of chairs, and a small refrigerator.
A few sealed bottles of water sit on the table.
Everything else is on us.
“We won’t spend the night,” he says when I move my eyes to him, not intending to ask any questions, but he felt the need to explain.
With that being said, he comes to me as swiftly and as directly as he had done in that small space at the club and helps me take off my jacket. I drop my bag on one of the chairs and fully cooperate when he grabs the hemline of my top and rolls it past my shoulders.
My pants slide down next before I kick off my boots.
“Get in bed,” he says and heads to the bathroom.
The water runs for a few moments while I slide under the cold, coarse sheets and covers and use the extra blanket they provided to warm myself before he arrives.
He walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist and his clothes in his hand. He drops them on the other chair and puts his boots on the floor before turning to me.
Massive, his body is covered in tattoos, while his eyes show more than I have seen in him before.
He’s been waiting for this moment for some time and with more fervor than he let out. In a way, he brought me to a place where I can’t say no to him.
Yes is the given answer.
He walks toward me, and my eyes dip to his groin.
He’s sporting that semi again that gets me in trouble every time.
Without wasting his time, he rolls the sheets, covers, and blanket to the side and pulls my legs open.
A smirk tilts his lips, and a shiver goes through me.
He flicks off his towel with a short gesture, and his erection juts out while he slides onto the bed and lowers his head between my legs to lick away whatever wetness remained from our last fucking session.
Blood pools in my center, swelling my clit, and making me tingle. He moves his tongue and sucks on it, my legs trembling.
A slow move drags his mouth from my hole to my clit and then to my hole again.
He thrusts it inside me, and my shoulders push into the pillows.
“It feels good, doesn’t it,” he rasps. “But not as good as this.”
He runs his hand between my thighs before wedging himself in.
Hovering over my body, he slowly pushes his thick cock in.
Pulsations soar through me.
He props himself on his elbow, grabs my ass, lifts my butt cheek, and angles me toward him before giving me a hard thrust that makes me cry out.
He crashes his mouth onto mine, muffling my voice and sinking his teeth into my lip when my arms wind around his neck, and his thrusts keep coming.
Harsh, long, moving through my juices.
I could do this all day long with him. It's like I’ve done it wrong my entire life. Like I had to beg for years for what he’s given me in the past few minutes.
I wrap around him, my body perfect for him––I would’ve never thought something so big could fit in my body.
We kiss again, and I get this feeling that we are in for a long night. We might not spend the night here, but I don’t see us walking out the door anytime soon.