Chapter Eleven
CASH
OPEN UP?
Are they serious?
Shay shoves my chest hard, palms flat, and panic flashing across her face. “If she opens that door—”
“She’s not going to open the door.” I don’t believe it myself, but my hands tighten on her hips anyway, locking her in place.
I’m not letting her go anywhere. Not when her lips are swollen from kissing, her cheeks flushed, and her hair a wild mess from where my hands tangled in it.
She looks thoroughly fucked, and goddamn, it’s a good look on her.
“Dearies, everything alright in there?”
“Dearies?” Shay mouths, eyes going wide, then hisses at me. “Do they know you’re in here?”
I smirk. My thumb drags slowly across her bottom lip. She parts them slightly, breath catching. Then her tongue slides out and licks the path I left. Unthinking. Automatic.
Fuck me. She’s going to be the death of me.
“When the class ended, I might’ve taken the opportunity to slip away faster under the guise of checking on you.” My voice comes out rough. Thicker than it should.
“Guise?”
I catch her lower lip between my teeth and pull.
Gentle.
Possessive.
“I came here to do exactly this.”
She kisses me, hard and reckless, both of us forgetting we’re not alone.
“Extra towels? Extra pillows?” Wilma’s stern voice cuts through the door.
“The heating in this room can be a bit finicky.” Faye continues.
I grin. “We’re fine, ma’am.” My voice sounds completely unruffled.
Like we aren’t both naked and pressed against a wall. Like her thighs aren’t still hooked around my hips, and my dick is ready and hard for round two.
“We’re just—busy.”
Shay slaps a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
“Oh, they’re busy.” I’m pretty sure Faye is trying to say it quietly so we don’t hear.
We absolutely do.
“You know what that means?” Wilma’s voice is louder.
Shay shoots a glare at me. “It means they know we had sex.”
“Or that we’re about to have sex.”
She lightly slaps my chest, and heat sparks.
“Well, alright then. You two have fun. And remember, one of the highlights of this room is the Jacuzzi.”
I lean back. “You have a Jacuzzi?”
“I do.” Her fingers curl around the hair at the nape of my neck.
“All I have is a shower.” My pout earns me a slow, wicked smile.
“Many couples really enjoy the Jacuzzi for unwinding together.” Faye’s voice floats through the door like we’re discussing tea, not sex.”There are also candles in the room to help set the mood.”
“The mood was set,” I call back. “But if you want me to open the door to finish this conversation, we can get dressed.”
Shay gasps, and her hands fly over my mouth. “Stop.”
“We should... uh... do a final round and lock up the common areas for the night.” Faye stutters.
“Have a nice evening, ladies.” My voice muffles against Shay’s palm.
“Yes, yes. If you need anything urgent, you have our number on the welcome card.”
I lick Shay’s fingers, and she pulls away. “We’ll be fine, ladies.”
“If you happen to need extra towels or blankets, there’s a self-service linen closet at the end of the hall, and a cabinet by the stairs you’re welcome to use.”
“Thank you.”
“We do ask that things stay quiet in the common areas overnight, and that guests don’t linger or socialize late, so that everyone can rest.”
“We won’t leave our room.” It’s a promise I fully intend to keep.
“Goodnight then.”
Their footsteps shuffle down the hall. Floorboards creak farther, farther, than nothing. The second it’s clear they’re gone, I’m on Shay again.
My mouth crashes down onto hers.
She lets out a muffled squeak against my lips, but then she’s kissing me back. Her tongue tangles with mine, and her hips roll in slow, lazy circles, and she melts into me like she never wants this to end.
And shit, I don’t either.
I could stay like this forever—her pinned between me and the wall, my cock buried inside her, and her taste on my tongue.
When we part, we’re both panting.
“I suspect we have the rest of the night to ourselves.”
She smiles against my lips. “Oh yeah?”
“And apparently there’s some candles that need lighting, if you’re interested.”
She rubs her lips together like she’s savoring my flavor.
Fuck. Fuck.
“I think a long soak would soothe my head.”
“Does your head hurt?” The heat drains out of me fast, concern punching through the haze.
“No.” She kisses me. “I’m saying yes to the Jacuzzi.”
I kiss her back hard. “There are other places I can soothe too.”
“Show me.”
She laughs when I whip her away from the wall and carry her to the bathroom.
It’s dark outside, so I flick on the light. The two frosted glass globes are dim, but still too damn bright, buzzing above the mirror.
The off-white Jacuzzi tub sits in the corner, oversized and sunken.
And this room looks like the rest of the Quylt House—pastel wallpaper, soft peach with a tiny floral pattern, high-pile bath mats under my bare feet, brass fixtures, lace-trimmed curtains at the window.
I set her on the marble countertop. “You wait here.” I kiss her nose and turn, rolling off the condom and tying it off.
I dispose of it before turning on the faucet. Water thunders into the Jacuzzi, and steam curls up the tile. While it fills, I find a long match and begin lighting the candles.
I steal glances at her, watching me. She curls her legs up in front of her and wraps her arms around them.
Small. Almost shy.
It does something stupid to my chest.
“What brings you to The Quylt House?” I strike the match against the rough strip, and the tip flares.
“Hmm... now you’re curious about me?”
I smirk at her. “Curious? I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since you smashed into me in my room.”
“Uh-huh.”
“The toys helped.”
She laughs, and I love the sound.
My hand hovers over the next candle. “I still have those if you want them back.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “I think I have something better than those toys right here.”
My cock twitches.
“Don’t give me that much credit.” I finish lighting the last candle and turn to her. “I hear those toys give quite the experience.”
I blow out the match, my eyes fixed on hers through the smoke.
“Let me be the judge of that.” She reaches beside her and flips the light switch.
The lights cut out, and the room melts into candlelight. Gold flickers over tile and skin. The air smells warm and sweet.
I stand here for a moment, barefoot, just taking her in. The glow traces every curve. Her hair spills over one shoulder, and her eyes are drowsy from me.
I memorize this moment.
Then I take two long strides and slide my arms under her thighs and lift her off the cool marble.
Her laugh ripples through the air. “Well, hello.”
“Hi.”
I kiss her briefly while walking across the cool tile to the tub.
I lower her into the water. Her feet dip under the surface, and I steady her as she sinks in.
The water swirls around her, swallowing her up to her shoulders, her hair floating around her.
I hit on the jets, and they rumble to life with a deep, vibrating hum.
I don’t waste time getting in.
I’d rather sink in and pull her back flush against my front, but she presses against the far side, so I end up across from her.
The heat wraps around me, but it’s nothing compared to the rush when our legs brush under the water. She’s angled just right—knees nudging mine, toes skimming my shins.
The contact is electric. I lean back, spreading my arms along the rim, letting the jets pound into my lower back.
The tension in my muscles unravels, but the rest of me stays wired, especially when she shifts just enough that her foot slides along the inside of my calf.
For a moment, we breathe, watching one another.
“Comfy?” My voice is rough with desire.
“Mhm.” Her nails drag lightly over my shins under the water, sending a jolt straight to my balls. “You?”
“Yeah,” I manage, though my cock is already thickening. “Real comfy.”
Her lips curl, just a little. “The water feels good.” Her voice drops, teasing, and it makes my skin crawl in the best way. “But it’s not the only thing warming me up.”
She drags both hands along my lower legs. Up. Down. Slow. Hot.
It takes all my strength not to reach over and drag her onto my lap.
“You never answered my question.” The words are a struggle to get out, as hard as my cock is growing by the second. “What brings you to the Quylt House?”
Some part of me is curious, but the more we sit here, the less I want to talk.
“A broken car.”
I lift a brow.
“I was taking the scenic route, and it broke down and won’t be fixed until Monday.”
“You know what Faye and Wilma would say?”
Her little nose scrunches together. “No. Do you know what they would say?”
I nod, but say nothing.
“What would they say?”
I shrug.
A little wicked glint flitters across her face. Then I feel her toes graze the inside of my thigh again.
“Tease,” I hiss through my teeth.
“You’re one to talk.” She stretches her foot out, gliding higher along the tender inside of my leg.
“They’d say it was fate,” I answer.
“Me, stranded on the side of the road, is fate?”
I shake my head, recalling the conversation I overheard the sisters having. Not that they’d been trying very hard to keep it quiet.
“Apparently, they’re the local matchmakers.”
Now her brow furrows, and her foot freezes.
Shit.
“Matchmakers?”
“They know when a couple is destined to be together, and I suspect your ending up in my room this morning had something to do with that.”
Now her eyebrows draw together. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Her foot stays still.
Double shit.
Way to kill the mood.
I catch her foot under the water and hold it in my palm. “Where are you heading? Personal or work?”
Her face softens at my touch, and she leans back against the tub wall. “I’m taking a creative reset.”
“Reset from what?” My thumbs press into her arch.
“Being stuck.” The two words pass by her lips like a breath.
“Stuck?” I knead the ball of her foot, watching her lips part for another unguarded inhale.
“Everything. Work, home, expectations. I needed to do something for me.”
I lift her ankle a little higher, letting warm water sheet down her calf. “Are you running away from something?”
“No.” Her gaze flicks to where my hands are on her. “I’ve spent the entire year helping Tess launch her new business.”
“The vibrator business?” I drag my thumb up the length of her calf.
“Yes.” She pauses to smirk at me. “The vibrator business.” The way she says it makes me smile.
“That’s gotta make you wildly overqualified for the pleasure department.”
Her smile turns knowing.
“I should warn you.” My thumb traces slow circles, “I’ve spent a fair amount of time around the toys, too. Strictly professional, of course. Market research.”
“Professional, huh?”
“Absolutely. I make sure my ladies get the best. What works and what’s worth it. I give them quality and variety. I’m a no judgment zone.”
“Sounds like you’ve got quite the résumé.”
I shrug, teasing. “Mostly just paying attention.”
She lets out a soft laugh, eyes dropping briefly to my hand before finding mine again.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “I’m sure it is very rigorous.”
“I take my work seriously.” My thumb pushes deeper, drawing out her beautiful moan.
Her body arches, and her face looks like pure pleasure.
“I see you do.”
Her toes curl against my inner thigh and press in just enough to make my muscles jump. Her heel follows, sliding up until the sole of her foot is flat against my dick.
A sharp breath hisses through my teeth. “Careful.”
She smirks, her lips parting just enough to let me see the tip of her tongue. She says nothing, but her foot lingers.
Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I drag my thumbs up to her toes. Then kiss each toe—one by one.
“And what does a creative reset have you up to?” My tongue traces the curve of her toe.
“Apparently, letting a stranger do naughty things to my feet in a Jacuzzi.” The pad of her heel drags up the length of me.
Heat spikes through me, and I bite back a moan.
“Not a stranger.” I kiss just below the bone. “Not anymore.”
“I guess not.” Her toes flex against the base of my shaft before she glides up to my tip.
Fuck.
My hips jerk involuntarily. The movement sends a ripple through the water, splashing against the sides of the tub.
She laughs. It’s a soft and breathy sound. Her foot repeats the action. This time with more pressure. Her heel grinds hard enough to make my breath catch.
“You like that?” Her foot stills, pinning my cock to my stomach.
“You know I do.”
She hums with satisfaction and starts moving again. Not just her foot this time. Her leg shifts and her knee brushes against mine under the water.
The jets bubble around us, and the sound of the water is loud in the small bathroom.
Her foot works for me. Heel dragging up. Toes her curling around my tip before she pushes back down.
My fingers curl around the edge of the bathtub. I don’t even notice when I let her foot go—or how long it’s been fucking me—before she rises to her knees.
I immediately miss the pressure, but her breasts breaking the surface are a nice distraction. Droplets roll down her skin and catch in the valley between her breasts. Her nipples are hard little buds.
Fuck, I’m hard.
She straddles me, her ass settling on my thighs, pussy pressing hot against my cock. The water rises around us and splashes onto the floor.
My hands find her hips, and her hands find my shoulders.
The kiss is filthy from the start.
Tongues tangling.
Teeth clacking.
Loud and hot.
Every slide of her tongue sets fire down my spine.
I taste her. Salt. Sweet. Hot.
I feel her. Heat, wetness, friction—it’s all fire and water colliding.
She moans into my mouth, and her hips roll against the head of my cock.
I groan.
My hands slide up her back to tangle in her hair. I yank just hard enough to tilt her head back and expose her throat.
She whimpers.
I take advantage and bite down on the tender skin beneath her ear.
“Condom,” I pant against her neck.
My hips jerk up, the tip of my cock notching at her entrance.
“Shit—I forgot the damn condoms.”
In my fucking room.