Chapter 20
TWENTY
brITTON
I’d only worked from Wednesday until Friday, but the weekend couldn’t have come fast enough.
My pay by the week motel room was starting to get me down, and trying to keep a kitten quiet and out of view of the manager wasn’t as easy as I hoped.
But I hadn’t saved up enough to get a place of my own yet.
I’d been frugal enough to allow myself to splurge on a new bikini, especially because we were on the downside of summer and all the swimsuits were on clearance racks.
I’d picked up a forest green bikini that fit perfectly and covered just enough to give me confidence for the beach trip.
I’d met Slade’s oldest brother and sister-in-law briefly, and today, I would meet Colt and Jade.
I was a fluttery bundle of nerves as I drove down the street to Slade’s house.
The same butterflies had kicked up at the thought of seeing him.
I hadn’t seen him since I’d dropped him off on Tuesday night.
I’d spent a good portion of the next day at work just daydreaming about the guy.
Nina had cornered me at lunch to find what I’d done on my days off.
Without giving too many details, I assured her I’d gone on a road trip for what I considered to be the best vacation of my life.
The lunch had been interrupted by a call from Slade and his weekend beach invitation.
I pulled up in front of Slade’s house. He stepped out onto his porch wearing board shorts slung low on his hips and nothing else. I hadn’t just imagined him. He was spectacular. It took me a minute to pull my gaze from him.
My heart was jumping around in my chest as I climbed out of the car. “You can drive,” I called as I walked around to the passenger side.
He walked down the steps toward me.
“Are you going like that? No towel or shoes?” I asked.
He reached me and put his hand against the passenger door on each side of me, effectively trapping me between his hard body and the car. His eyes were a vivid green, and his heartbreaking smile made its appearance.
He hooked a finger on the top of my tank shirt and pulled it away from my skin to look beneath it.
“I like the bikini.” He lifted his face and kissed me.
“Now come inside so I can take it off. It’s been four fucking days without you and I’m going stark raving mad from withdrawals.
I told Hunter and Amy to get the hell out so we could have the place to ourselves. ”
I smoothed my hands over his chest. “So, we’re not going to the beach?”
“Eventually.” He took my hand. “After I’ve had my fill.
Although, I don’t think a saturation point is even possible when it comes to you, Tink.
” He pulled me along, up the steps and into his house.
He slapped his hand against the front door to shut it and pushed me up against it.
“Damn it, woman, what have you done to me? I can’t fucking think straight.
” He pulled my shirt off. His mouth devoured mine in a long, intense kiss as his fingers searched for and found the button on my shorts.
He pushed them off and the bikini bottoms rolled off with them.
His mouth never left mine as he reached behind my neck and untied my bikini top.
He stopped the kiss only to stare hungrily down at my naked body.
I reached for the string on his shorts. “I spent an hour searching for the right bathing suit.”
He looked at the discarded green bikini.
“It’s nice and it was very easy to remove, so it has my approval.
” The shorts dropped to his feet, and he stepped out of them.
His thick, long erection pushed against my belly as he leaned forward to kiss me again.
I reached down to stroke him, but he grabbed my arms and lifted them above my head.
He pinned my wrists together and held them.
The front door wobbled behind me as he pushed my thighs apart.
His green eyes darkened with hunger as he gazed down at me. He stared at my face as he reached down and pressed his hand between my legs, pushing between the hot folds of my pussy. He slid two fingers inside of me and my head leaned back against the door for support as my eyes drifted shut.
My fingers tingled as he held my hands tightly above my head.
“God you’re wet. Tell me you’ve been wanting this, baby?
Tell me you’ve been thinking about me touching you, kissing you, fucking you because that’s all I’ve been thinking about for four damn days.
” As he spoke, he pushed his fingers deeper making sure to press his wrist hard against my clit.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” My words drifted out on a long, luxurious exhale.
“That voice—” He kissed my lips. “Do you know what the sound of your voice does to me? I get hard every time I hear it. Hell, I get hard every time I think of it.”
I rocked against the pressure of his hand.
I was his captive. His words coupled with the feeling of being completely in his control brought me that much faster to climax.
I squeezed my thighs around his hand. “God yes, Slade,” I whimpered softly.
My whole body trembled as my pussy tightened around his fingers.
“Please, Slade, I need you inside of me right now.”
The waves of pleasure hadn’t slowed as he withdrew his fingers.
He released my wrists, and I dropped them around his neck as he lifted me up, bracing my back against the door.
My legs wrapped around him as he thrust his cock inside of me.
The tender ache in my pussy was easily coaxed into a second orgasm.
I mewled in pleasure as he held me tightly over his cock. I wilted against him exhausted from the intensity of a double orgasm. Still buried deep inside me, he carried me down the hallway. I heard his foot kick a door open, but I was still deliriously overcome by it all.
“Excuse the mess in the room,” he muttered.
“Oh it’s not that ba—” I lifted my heavy head and glanced around the room. “O.K. it’s pretty bad.”
He shoved a pile of clothes off the bed and lowered me onto the center of the mattress. He climbed on after me and lowered his body down over mine. His frantic movements slowed, and he kissed me tenderly before sliding back inside of me.
“You know something, Tink, I could really get used to this. Having you around all the time. I think we’d be good together.”
I lifted my legs to meet his hips as he pushed deeper inside of me.
“A perfect fucking fit,” he groaned against my mouth. I rocked against him as he drove himself in harder and faster until my pussy milked him to the edge. His eyes drifted shut as he came.
His breaths slowed and he lowered himself next to me on the mattress, and I curled against him.
“A perfect fucking fit,” he repeated.