2. Lennon
2
LENNON
F ucking cowboys.
CJ latched onto my throat, nipping his way down to my cleavage. His cologne swirled around us as he left soft, sloppy kisses all over my tits.
A gasp burst from my lips. I hated sounding so needy and desperate, but it had been a while. And goddamn, he smelled good.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, almost knocking his hat off. He adjusted it with one hand as I clung to him.
“You shouldn’t taste this good, trouble,” he growled.
A calloused hand slid down my arm, scraping against my tattoos. Each touch sent a shiver down my spine.
“Whiskey and sass.” CJ sank his teeth into the side of my breast. “Can’t get enough of you.”
His fingers curled around the edge of my bra and peeled it away. A satisfied smirk grew on his face. He brushed his thumb over my nipple, hovering on the barbell that glinted under the neon glow.
My gaze lingered on him as his tongue flicked, toying with the metal stud.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” He cupped my other breast and pressed his thumb over the fabric covering my nipple.
Sparks danced across my chest.
“Here too?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over the other piercing.
My head fell back on the brick. “Uh-huh.”
“Is this your weakness, beautiful?” His eyes lifted to gauge my reaction as he uncovered my other breast and pinched both nipples. “Is that what gets you to stop fighting me?”
A soft laugh caught in my throat. “Who says I was fighting?”
CJ rolled the piercings between his fingers, and I nearly lost my footing. His muscular arm shot out, steadying me against his chest.
“I get the feeling a little pain doesn’t bother you,” he said as he skated his fingers up the sleeves of my tattoos. “Does it?”
I trapped my lip between my teeth to hide my smile, but it was useless.
“Should’a known you’d think fighting was flirting.” He pressed the softest kiss to the stud dotting the corner of my nose, lingering as he rested his forehead on mine.
For a brief moment, I melted. And I couldn’t let that happen again.
“You gonna stand there all night telling me how I should flirt, or are you gonna fuck me? What’s that old saying? Spare some batteries, ride a cowboy.”
CJ laughed. “I’m all for saving the planet.”
He pulled his wallet out and grabbed a condom, trapping it between his teeth. He loosened his jeans and dropped them enough for his cock to hang out.
Jesus Christ. I was all for saving the planet too, but someone would have to save me.
“Don’t look so scared, trouble. I’ll take good care of you,” he said as he rolled the condom. His chest pressed into me as he stole my breath with another kiss.
“CJ—” His name ended in a sigh on my lips as he flicked open the button to my shorts and slid his hand inside my panties.
“So wet already.” Hazel eyes danced with delight as he teased my clit with the pad of his finger. “You needy tonight, Lennon?”
I bit down on his earlobe hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re not taking me home, so you’d better wow me right here.”
“Challenge accepted.” CJ pushed my shorts down and kicked them away from my feet.
I squeaked when he lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips.
I was a big girl—tall with thick thighs. No one had ever thrown me around or manhandled me. I usually just laid there through something blasé and missionary.
My back slammed into the bricks as CJ notched the head of his cock inside my pussy and pushed inside.
“You good?”
“Uh-huh.” It was all I could get out when I was choking on the fullness.
The kiss was soft. The thrust was anything but. I keened, doubling over and tucking my head into the crook of his neck as he rammed inside of me again and again.
“Eyes on me, Len. I’ve got you.” CJ took off his cowboy hat and used it to shield my ass, covering the place where we were connected from any unsuspecting eyes that passed by.
CJ slowed, taking time to press me against the wall and grind against my clit. “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is that all you can say?”
I let a lazy smile slip as delicious bubbles of euphoria danced up my body like champagne. “Uh-huh.”
He chuckled as he shifted his hold on me, supporting my ass with his arm and keeping us mostly covered with his hat. “If this is my consolation prize for getting my ass handed to me at pool, I’d lose to you every day of my life.”
“Big words for someone I’ll never see again once we’re done here. Did they teach you all those flowery declarations in cowboy school?”
“You keep running your mouth, and I’ll show you a better use for it.”
I clicked my tongue. “Promises, promises.”
CJ’s eyes darkened as they locked on mine. He braced his feet wide, keeping our bodies tight against the wall for support. Slowly, he rocked his hips, stimulating my clit as he stayed buried inside of me. He dropped his hat back on his head and teased my nipple piercings, circling and tugging on them until I was a desperate, writhing mess.
I was on edge and so desperate that I was ready to plead to any deity that was listening to make him keep going.
“You gonna come, cowboy?”
CJ smirked. “You got the big three, but you missed the fourth.”
“What’s that?”
He tipped his head to the side and sucked my piercing between his teeth. “Ladies first.”
The pull of his mouth against my nipple set me off like a firecracker. I jolted in his arms as my release came washing in like a flood.
CJ grunted, his arms tightening around me. Thick brows furrowed into a groove above his nose as he sucked in a breath. His cock flexed and throbbed as he came into the condom.
I loosened my arms, signaling for him to set me on my feet. CJ only held me closer.
“One more kiss,” he murmured against my lips.
It was soft this time, savoring the moment as we came off the high. He raised a hand and brushed my hair away from my face, twisting black and white strands around his finger.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “I should probably go to the bathroom and clean up.”
He gently lowered me to my feet, holding on until he was sure I was steady.
Quickly, I wiggled back into my shorts and straightened out my clothes. He took care of the condom and discreetly tossed it in a nearby trash can.
“Can I buy you one more drink?” he asked. The hint of reluctance in his voice told me he didn’t want to let the night end.
But it had to end. I had business to attend to.
I ran my hands over his t-shirt, tracing the muscles that had just wrapped around me. “Goodbye, cowboy.”
He trailed his finger along the strap of my tank top, straightening it out until there was no evidence of our dalliance. “Goodbye, Len.”
I waited in the corridor until he disappeared. A moment later, I bolted to the restroom and locked myself in a stall.
The seventy-five bucks I won off him added to the hundred and fifty I had won earlier in the night. It wasn’t a lot, but it covered a motel room for the night and gas to get me to Temple.
“ID and credit card, hon.”
I looked across the front desk of the Maren Motel and tried to put on my most innocent face. The clerk’s judgmental stare at my tattoos told me no amount of sweet-talking would work, but I had to try.
“I’m just passing through on my way to a new job. I lost my wallet at a truck stop in Tennessee, so I don’t have my credit card or license. But I can pay cash for the night. I’ll check out first thing in the morning.” I tried to soften my voice. “I just need a place to crash for the night before I get back on the road.”
She eyed me warily as I tried and failed to play the damsel in distress.
“I don’t want to fall asleep at the wheel,” I pleaded.
The lady huffed. “If I hear any ruckus coming from your room, I’m kicking you out. And I’m gonna walk through your room to make sure you don’t take nothin’ that don’t belong to you before you leave. We’ve got cameras, and I’m here all night, so I’ll know if you set foot out of your door.”
“Yes. Of course,” I said as I shuffled a stack of bills through the small cut-out in the plexiglass divider.
She took the cash, counted it out, and handed me a key. “5A is yours. Ice and vending machines are out front.”
I hurried out before she changed her mind, grabbed my overnight bag from my car, and scurried into 5A.
I started on my routine as soon as the door was unlocked.
I kept the door open while I cleared each room. It was an old-school motel—simple but clean. There were no devices I needed to check for hidden cameras, but I still checked every nook and cranny. I balled up a piece of toilet paper and stuffed it in the door’s peephole.
I locked up, shoved a spare chair under the door handle, and made sure the curtains were closed.
Sitting on the bed, I opened my bag and pulled out my wallet, tucking away the extra cash beside my driver’s license.