Chapter 4 #2
I circled my bare feet around and took a deep breath. Knowing he was standing directly behind me, watching me, made me shiver with pleasure. I hooked my thumb in my panties. “Just so you know, I don’t go around doing stuff like this often.”
“Do you mean pulling guns on people or inviting strangers into your motel room?”
“Well, both.”
He’d moved behind me so quietly, I hadn’t heard him. But I could feel the heat of his body just inches from mine. His large shadow fell over me, and I could hear each breath he took.
“Hey,” he said quietly over my shoulder, “if you don’t want to do this just say so. I’ll be heartbroken and disappointed. Fuck,” he groaned, “really disappointed, but just say the word, Tink, and I’ll leave.”
I stood there for a second looking at his giant shadow on the wall in front of me.
I slowly pushed my jeans to the floor, and my panties dropped with them.
Without turning around, I reached back for his hand.
I pressed it between my thighs, and his fingers curled into the hot, moist folds of my pussy.
A low, deep sound rolled up from his throat. “Guess that means you want me to stay.” His fingers slid through the moisture and inside of me.
I pressed my back against his chest and wrapped my hands around his arms for support.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Stay.” He continued his erotic exploration of my pussy, nearly stroking me to the edge of an orgasm using just his thumb and finger.
With his free hand, he unzipped his jeans.
His hard cock pressed against the small of my back.
It was slick with wetness and it pushed urgently against me, begging for relief.
I sighed in disappointment as he removed his hand from between my legs long enough to push off his jeans and shoes. I turned around and gazed down at his naked body as he ripped open the condom package with his teeth. He was a perfectly sculpted hunk of a man.
I couldn’t hold back a smile. “I am so glad I didn’t just tell you to leave. If nothing else, I can die knowing that I spent a long, passionate night in a motel room with this.” I went to wave my hand in front of him again, but he grabbed my wrist.
He pulled my arms up around his shoulders and cupped his hands under my ass.
He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me a few steps to the wall and pressed my back up against it.
His kisses were hard, almost bruising, and I was just fine with that. I was nearly crazed from wanting him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear, “and in this, I don’t want lightning fast, Bolt. I want slow and deep.”
His mouth turned up in a grin as he kissed me. His hands dug into my ass as he held me tightly and drove his cock inside of me. I’d wanted it so badly, a low, involuntary moan of relief ushered from my mouth.
“God, baby, I’d knew you’d feel this good. You are fucking sweet as honey wrapped around my cock.” He held me tighter against him and pushed deeper with each thrust of his hips.
Then, he did something I wasn’t expecting. He lifted one hand and pressed it against my face. He looked at me in way that made my chest ache. He kissed me lightly. “You’re the last thing I expected when I walked out of the house tonight, Britton.”
It was the first moment that I’d experienced a slight regret at my decision to do this.
But the regret wasn’t from having sex with a man I’d only just met.
It was a dull ache that started deep in my chest, a tiny glimmer of heartbreak in knowing that after this quick, wild night I’d never see him again.
He lowered his hand between our bodies, and his thumb stroked deliciously over my clit.
I writhed in his grasp, bracing myself against the wall to feel the full impact as he pumped his cock inside of me.
As my body flowed to the edge, I grabbed his arms. My head dropped back against the wall. “Yes, hell yes,” I cried.
“That’s it, come for me, baby.” His erotic plea was all I needed.
My body spilled over into a raging orgasm as my pussy clamped around his cock.
” He moved faster and harder and the waves of pleasure continued to pulse through me as he brought himself to climax.
His powerful arms tightened around me, nearly squeezing the life from me as he came.
I dropped my shaky arms around his neck, and he carried me toward the bed.
Our ragged breaths and the occasional passing car on the highway were the only sounds in the room.
He reached down and yanked open the covers with one hand.
I climbed onto the bed and watched his beautiful and completely intimidating physique as he crossed the room.
Every thick, well-toned strand of muscle moved as he reached up to turn off the light.
I pulled in a quietly stunned breath. Interspersed with the black ink of his tattoos, scars crisscrossed the skin on his back and shoulders.
Belt marks or strap marks that looked as if they’d been there for awhile.
Some of them were stretched as if he’d been much smaller when he received them.
He plodded back toward the bed and sat down.
I reached up and dragged my fingers along the ridges of the scar on his shoulder. He froze for a second, and I was sure I’d made a mistake by touching the scars.
Then his deep voice floated through the dark room.
“My dad was a first class asshole. But he’s gone now.
Those are the legacy he left behind. Some dads leave an important family name or a fortune or great memories.
My old man left my brothers and me with the scars.
” He leaned back, and I wasn’t completely sure he would welcome it, but I curled up against his chest.
His arm wrapped around me and pulled me a little closer.
“Strange. I never talk about those marks. Don’t know why I did just now.
” He turned his chin, and I peered up at him.
“Maybe I’ve been bewitched. Or maybe it’s those incredible brown eyes.
Or just maybe it’s because we went through that whole Bonnie and Clyde thing together tonight. ”
“Only we didn’t get away with any loot,” I reminded him.
“But you did break the motorcycle mirror.” His fingers caressed my shoulder. “I only caught part of it, but it sounded like you were looking for someone. Someone named Damon.”
I shut my eyes briefly and lost myself temporarily in the feel of his strong arms. Everything in my life had unraveled in the last six months, and all the strands were waving so wildly in the wind, I couldn’t gather them back up.
I’d been lost since my sister’s death, and I was floating aimlessly, wondering when or if I’d ever hit land again.
“Damon was my sister’s horrid boyfriend.
I think he had something to do with her death. ”
“Damn. I wasn’t expecting that answer. That’s rough, Tink. I’m sorry. That’s got to be hard.”
“Perris and I were born three minutes apart. We were identical. She could finish my sentences, and I could feel her happiness or sadness even if she was a hundred miles away. I knew she was in a lot of pain when she was with Damon, but I couldn’t convince her to leave him.
He had this awful control over her. I have to find him. ”
“If he killed her, shouldn’t the police be after him?”
I thought about the whole ugly story, the voicemail I’d missed, the coroner’s report, Perris’s final plea for help. All of it spun through my head day after day. “It’s complicated. All I know is, my other half is gone, and I won’t ever be whole again.”
The room was quiet and dark as I lay in his arms. It was the most content I’d felt in a long time.
I covered my mouth to stifle a yawn. “I think those energy drinks are finally out of my system, or maybe you’re just that comforting to snuggle up against.” It was late summer but the nights on the coast were always damp and cold.
The crummy motel room was chilly. I wriggled closer.
“Like a big, soap scented, tattooed warm bear whose skills, by the way, did not disappoint.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I sighed. “Thanks, Bolt, for carrying my silly ass out of that bar before I got flattened.” I closed my eyes. “And thanks for this. I really needed it.”
“Anytime, Tink.”