Chapter Eleven
Cleo stood next to Wraith’s bike, angling her head for a better view of him inside the small motel lobby.
Cleo had only stayed at Minnie and Ralph’s place one time.
When Knox brought her to Killcreek, she’d spent her first week there.
She’d been the only guest. She’d always wondered if that had been done purposely.
By the looks of the parking lot, they didn’t get much traffic.
Then again, Killcreek wasn’t exactly an up-and-coming tourist destination.
Cleo rounded his motorcycle when he came out and started down the walkway in front of the rooms. He curled his finger, and she rushed forward, following him to the last room at the end of the building.
He unlocked the door with the key. The older couple who ran the motel, Minnie and Ralph, hadn’t gotten with the current technology of digital keys, she gathered.
Wraith swung the door open, and he rested his hand on her back, ushering her inside.
She glanced around, feeling a nervous energy race through her body. And to other places. She squeezed her thighs and followed Wraith with her eyes. He tossed the keys on the dated dresser and shrugged off his cut, gingerly hanging it over the back of a chair.
“Give me a minute,” he said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
Now what? There was only one reason they’d be in a hotel alone.
She fought against a smile, looking around.
The large king-size bed was in the middle of the room with a nightstand on either side.
Which side would she sleep on? Would they even sleep?
Her gaze darted to every detail of the room, zoning in on the closet.
Do I get undressed, hang my clothes, and wait for him under the sheets?
She was overthinking this.
Cleo sat and untied her laces and shucked her boots, opting to keep her socks on. She pulled off her shirt, leaving her bra on, and stood to unzip her pants. She neatly folded all her clothes, placing them on the table.
Perfect.
And weird.
What? She stared down at the clothes and then her body. It screamed eager, and while she was, it was the least sexy move in all of sexual encounters, right? Where was the spark and heat of undressing one another? She’d just gone through half of foreplay, and he wasn’t even in the room yet.
Dammit!
She reached for her jeans and froze when the door creaked open, and Wraith walked out with his boots in his hand. He placed them near the closet and started toward her. He stopped mid-step with his eyes trained on her. His gaze traveled down her body, and his lips twitched.
“I’m a little eager.”
Wraith grabbed his hips and bowed his head, shaking it. This was a disaster.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
He glanced up, smiling. It wasn’t something he did often but he should. It softened him and she was getting to see a side of Wraith, he didn’t share with a lot of people.
He grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it off, tossing it on the floor. “Come here, ’cause I’m done waiting too.”
It was the perfect response to what could have gone down as the most awkward intimate moment of the century.
She walked across the room, and when she was a foot away, he looped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. His mouth came over hers, and his tongue dipped between her lips.
Wraith wasn’t showing any signs his passion had been lost with her premature undressing.
He unclasped her bra and ripped the straps down her arms. It seemed he was just as eager as her.
She tore her mouth away from his lips and kissed his neck, then down to his chest. His body was a work of art, not only his build, but the array of tattoos displayed over his chest. She blindly grabbed his belt buckle, slipped out the prong, and pulled the strap loose, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper down.
She’d only seen him through a towel, but she was ready to get up close and personal.
Cleo stepped away and lowered to her knees.
“Get up.” He growled, and she flinched from the sheer power of his tone.
Had she done something wrong?
“You don’t like that?” Don’t all men love blow jobs? True, her experience was definitely limited, but she was under the impression it was a universal fact.
“I don’t want you on your knees.” He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her until her feet hit the ground.
Wraith backed up to the bed and sat, curling his finger, and she slowly moved closer. His hand clasped around her thigh, guiding her over his lap until she was straddling him.
“I want you like this.” Wraith’s deep tone was followed by a growl, and he dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking on her nipple. Heat whipped through her body and intensified when his hand slid around her back to her ass, squeezing.
“Wraith.” She moaned, dropping her head back and rocking over his lap.
He flipped her onto her back, trailing kisses down her neck.
Wraith untangled from her arms, stood and ripped his jeans down to his ankles.
Clearly, foreplay was over. Fine by me. He bent down, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.
She watched his every move as he pulled out a condom and tossed the wallet on the nightstand.
Cleo scooted up to the headboard as he sheathed himself.
At least one of them was thinking of protection.
It hadn’t even crossed her mind. Amateur.
I am!
Cleo refused to allow that small detail to ruin this moment. She had some experience with a previous boyfriend but technically, still a virgin. She briefly considered mentioning it to him. But that would require a conversation and talking was the last thing on her mind right now.
Wraith slid his hand over her calf and up to her inner thigh.
Her skin broke out in goosebumps and her heart raced.
He came over her, nudging her legs apart.
She wrapped her arms over his back, pulling him closer but he was careful not to give her all his weight.
He kissed her at the same time he lined his cock to her pussy and entered her.
Oh, damn! She gasped, sucking in a breath and grabbing his arms, digging her nails into his skin.
Cleo wasn’t sure if it was her lack of experience or Wraith was just big but a bite of pain shot through her core.
He instantly stilled, brushing his lips across her cheek to her mouth for a soft kiss.
He licked the seam of her lips and tugged her bottom lip between his teeth.
It ignited a searing heat, and she moaned.
I like that. He must’ve sensed it, because he did it again then lowered his lips to her neck, licking the column of her throat.
She wasn’t sure about erogenous zones and where they were located, but he was definitely nailing a few.
Moisture pooled between her legs, and he sunk deeper.
It was a strange combination of intrusion and a tingling sensation coursing through her body.
She angled her head, searching for his lips.
Wraith kissed her, abandoning the softness and giving her full passion.
Wraith rocked slowly inside her, sliding his hand down her neck to her chest and cupping her breast. His finger swept over her nipple, and she curled deeper into his chest. He was taking his time and giving her exactly what she needed.
But she wanted more. She caressed her hand over his back, his tight roped muscles under her fingertips.
His chest rumbled against hers. It was a slow dance until he shifted, thrusting inside of her, and she dropped her face into the crook of his neck.
It was as if her body finally relaxed enough to enjoy the feel of him inside her.
She could feel him everywhere and curled her toes when a familiar erotic sensation ripped through her veins.
I’m so close. Cleo met his thrusts, quickened the pace on her end, and moaned his name.
She dropped her head back to the pillow, and rode him to climax.
“Fuck.” He growled, sliding deeper and harder but controlled.
Seconds later, he came and dropped the weight of his body on top of her. Wraith was careful not to crush her but she loved that every inch of his body was touching hers.
So close.
****
Wraith stared back at his reflection in the mirror. This had changed everything. He’d waited for so long, even he was in disbelief that she was finally all his. It had always been in his plan to claim her. And now, he had.
Wraith walked out of the bathroom expecting to see her cuddled under the sheets. It’s what he wanted. Instead, Cleo was pulling up her jeans and buckling them.
“What are you doing?”
She spun around, smiling as her gaze traveled over his bare chest.
“Cleo,” he snapped, and her eyes darted up to meet his stare.
“I was getting ready to leave.”
“We’re staying here tonight.”
Her mouth fell open. “We are? Like the whole night? Together?”
Her shock had Wraith turning his head to conceal his smile.
“Yeah.” He stalked toward her, grabbing her waist and pulling her against his chest. “So take off your clothes and get back in bed.”
A pink blush spread across her cheeks. “I don’t usually sleep naked?”
“You do when you’re with me.”
Cleo hesitated and slowly lowered her jeans with her panties in tow.
A minute later, she was nestled in the bed.
He checked the lock and answered a few texts.
They were planning a run, which had him on the rotation.
It would take him away for a few days. It’d never mattered much in the past, but the idea of not seeing Cleo had his tension rising.
There was a lot to consider and things would change.
The MC already made concessions for Cleo to live at the clubhouse.
This was different, they’d be a couple which would shift the dynamic.
“Can we do this again?”