Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MILES
“ W hat do you mean there is only one room left?” I watch Olivia desperately try to make a vacant room appear as I try to keep the amusement off my face.
After we dropped her jeep off with Sam, he pointed us to a small bed and breakfast down the street. Apparently, there is a big music festival going on this weekend, and everything is booked solid.
Olivia calls it bad luck. I call it God giving me my unanswered prayers.
“I’m sorry,” the guy says behind the counter as he looks down at the receipt for the room I just paid for…
the only room left in this entire place.
“This is the only room available. The festival has us booked solid for the weekend. If it weren’t for this last-minute cancellation, we would have had nothing for you.
Unless you want to drive an hour out of town… this is it.”
“I’m more than happy to share my room if you ask me nicely.” I grin when Olivia shoots me daggers over her shoulder.
“I’m so glad you find this amusing,” she throws at me, grabbing her purse off the counter with more force than needed. “Fine. I don’t have a choice if I want to make it there on time.”
“Perfect,” the older guy behind the counter smiles at us.
“It all worked out.” He turns and takes the last set of keys off the hook.
I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in a place where they have actual keys instead of plastic ones.
“You guys are in lucky room thirteen,” he winks at me as he hands me the keys.
“Good luck,” he says, chuckling quietly.
“Thanks,” I grin, taking them. “I’m going to need it.” I walk over to where Olivia is looking at the pictures on the wall. “All set. We are this way.” I lead her through the living room and down the hall.
“I feel like we’ve stepped back in time,” she whispers behind me as we walk past antique furniture and floral wallpaper. “It reminds me of my grandma’s house when I was younger.”
“Let’s just hope whoever’s grandma used to own this place isn’t still around, lingering in these hallways.” I shudder as goosebumps appear on my arms.
“Is the big, tatted guy afraid of ghosts?” Her eyebrow lifts as laughter fills her eyes.
“Not afraid,” I say, putting the key in and opening the door.
“I just prefer not to share my space with things I can’t see.
” I look around the room and take in the decor.
It’s similar to the rest of the place with old wooden floors and faded throw rugs.
An antique dresser sits along one wall, and it matches the two nightstands on either side of the bed… a very small bed.
“This can’t be right,” she whispers in a panicked voice. “It’s barely a full-size bed. Who the hell rents out rooms with mattresses that small?”
“Maybe it’s for single guests traveling alone,” I shrug, finding this very amusing. I’ve seen the way she’s been fighting this attraction between us all day. Her little plan of staying far away from me is coming to a screeching halt .
Setting her bag on the white quilt, she walks over to the bathroom and peers inside. “At least we can freshen up before we head over to the winery. Do you mind if I go first?” She asks, turning back toward me. “I just want to rinse this sweat off me before I change into my dress.”
“No, go ahead. I’ll go next.” I peel my sweaty shirt off my body, and I feel her eyes watching my every move. Sitting on the bed, I lean against the headboard and cross my ankles.
I finally meet her gaze, and she’s gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping her up. Flicking my lip ring with my tongue, I bring it in and mess with it as I watch her with hooded eyes. I know I’m playing dirty, but I can’t help myself.
Patience is not my strong suit, but she needs to make the next move. She’s clearly trying to stick to her guns about this whole friendship thing when every part of her screams otherwise.
“We could just share a shower. It would be much quicker and saves water,” I grin, as she shakes her head as if coming out of a daze, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Not going to happen…friend.” She shuts the door, but not before I see her cheeky smile appear. I don’t know who’s suffering more with this dangerous game we're playing of hard to get.
Adjusting my pants, I try to get comfortable, but all I can picture is her naked body in that shower, a mere ten feet from me.
Closing my eyes, I try to wipe away the images of bubbles sliding down her breasts and pooling between her legs. The pressure of the water changes as the stream gets quieter. A soft moan has my eyes shooting open.
Is she?
She’s getting off to the shower nozzle.
My dick goes fully rigid as I listen to her please herself. Every part of me wants to barge in there and finish the job for her. I’m jealous of a fucking showerhead touching what I already feel is mine.
Her sounds have me unbuckling my pants and pulling out my heavy cock. I start stroking myself hard and fast. If I can’t have her now, then I’m damn sure going to take advantage of what I’m hearing and is being offered to me.
My head goes back as I strain against the headboard, picturing her in my mind and touching that sexy body of hers.
Her soft moans come through the walls as I pump myself to her sweet sounds.
I hear her whimpers come together faster, and I can tell she’s close as I feel my balls tighten from the pressure.
Without seeing her, I know the moment she explodes, as my body follows at the exact same time. It’s like a force between us that skyrockets through our entire being, connecting us together even when we are apart. I clench my jaw tightly as I release onto my stomach, covering it with my cum.
Breathing hard, I finally hear the shower spray return to normal as she moves it away from between her legs.
I can almost taste her orgasm on my tongue as I suck in a deep breath and try to savor the phantom taste.
Leaning down, I grab my t-shirt and clean myself up.
I don’t bother to buckle my pants as I hear the water shut off.
She comes out minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are alight with something keen to feeling heaven.
“Did you have a nice shower?” I ask, standing up and dropping my stained shirt to the ground. She takes in my unbuckled pants and the discarded tee.
“Yes,” she says, slowly trying to put the pieces together.
“Fair warning for next time…the walls are very thin.” I watch her cheeks redden as she realizes exactly what I heard. “I’ m not complaining, though, because I thoroughly enjoyed the show I got to hear.” I grin as her eyes widen.
“Although I’ve got to admit,” I say, taking off my hat and throwing it on the bed before raking my fingers through my hair. “I’m very jealous of that shower nozzle, but it got the job done for both of us, so I guess I can’t complain.”
Her eyes drop to my unbuckled pants and then again to the cum-soaked shirt on the ground.
“Did you just…”
“Oh, I did,” I grin, walking up to her as she stands in front of the bathroom door.
“It’s not the first time since I’ve met you that I’ve jacked off to your image, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Those moans of yours had me cumming hard and fast.” I trace my finger down her neck, following the water trail.
“Tell me this one thing,” I say quietly, watching her throat bob as she swallows.
“What?” She squeaks out.
“Whose image did you cum to? I want to know who made this pussy clench tightly around these fingers.” I lift her hand and suck the first two hoping I can get a taste, but it’s already washed away.
Her hazel eyes smolder as I release them from my mouth.
“Tell me,” I softly demand when she doesn’t answer.
“You,” she says quietly, “but it doesn’t change anything…” she says, shaking her head adamantly.
“I disagree,” I grin. “It may not change things right away, but it means everything.” I walk past her and head for the shower, not bothering to shut the door. If she wants to watch, she can. I remove my shoes and pants before dropping my underwear.
I sense her standing there as I raise my eyes to hers. She clutches the towel tightly to her chest as her eyes wander down my body. I feel my body already respond again to her presence as my cock swells and stands at attention.
“Guess I need a round two. I’ll try to keep my moans to a minimum for you,” I wink, stepping into the shower. She stands there for a few more minutes as the steam fogs up the glass before quietly shutting the door.
Fuck.
I turn the shower to cold and suck in a breath as it hits my heated flesh.
I feel like I’m back in high school, jacking off every hour because I can’t keep my dick soft.
This girl is likely to kill me at some point, and it could very well be tonight in that small bed.
I’ll be hard all fucking night feeling her body next to me and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Grabbing the shampoo, I take out my frustration by furiously rubbing my scalp before rinsing and cleaning my body. By the time I’m done, I’m only semi-hard, and I call it a win. It’s as good as it will ever get around her.
“The couple we are about to meet owns several wineries across the country. They only sell to a select few distributors, so getting this account will be huge for me and for you since you will have exclusive wine to sell at your bar,” she tells me on the ride over.
I’m only half listening because that dress she is wearing is sinful candy to my eyes. It’s made of some kind of silky, black fabric that felt like butter against my hand when I first touched the small of her back to help her into the car.
The front drapes down low, covering part of her breasts but leaving little to the imagination of what’s underneath. My eyes now are focused on her bare thigh with a slit that reminds me so much of our first night together that all I want to do is pull her on my lap and recreate that moment.