Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
Back at the hotel, Blaze locked the door and latched the chain.
Leaving the venue had been uneventful, and no one had followed them back.
Stella sat at the table by the window. Blaze sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt off.
He winced when he raised his arm, and his shoulder moved stiffly where Rouet’s knee had landed.
A bruise was rising dark across his ribs from the bottom of his chest to the line of his side, and the color of it had deepened in the hour since the bout.
“I spotted Nell tonight,” Stella finally said. She’d been holding it in this entire time.
Blaze went still on the edge of the bed.
“She’s lost weight.” She explained how the trafficked women had come out of a back room and walked the floor in rotation. “Her eyes were dead, Blaze. She wasn’t even in her body.”
He stood and crossed the room, resting his hand on her shoulder. “She’s still her, Stella. We’re going to get her out.” His voice was low. “You and me. We’re going to walk her out of that building.”
“Promise me,” she said.
“I promise.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “We both need a shower,” she sniffled.
“Yeah.”
She stood and pulled some comfortable nightclothes from her suitcase, and they walked into the bathroom. She turned on the water and steam started to rise while the two of them undressed. She stepped in first, and he followed.
The shower was a standard hotel stall with white tile. Their bodies were close as she washed her face with the bar of cheap hotel soap. Blaze handed her the shampoo bottle from the rack behind him. She took it and washed her hair, working the suds through with both hands. He washed too.
After she rinsed, the grime of the night was off of her. She turned to him and put her hand flat on his chest, careful of the bruise. She leaned in and kissed his chest, and he ran his fingers through her wet hair at the back of her head. He held her close as he hardened against her stomach.
“Stella.” His voice was gravel.
She lifted her face to him and kissed his hot, wet mouth. His tongue stroked against hers, and the hard length of him twitched between them. She slid her hand down his chest, over the ridges of his stomach, and wrapped her fingers around the base of his throbbing hard cock. He was hot in her hand.
She lowered herself onto her knees and the water ran down her shoulders and over her chest. He looked down at her as she licked the head of his cock. He groaned, low and ragged, and gripped her wet hair.
She took him into her mouth slowly, the water making him slick. He was thick, and the stretch made her jaw work. She watched his expression when she pulled back. The cords in his forearm were hard, and he took gasping breaths through his open mouth.
She held the base of his cock and sucked him with long deliberate strokes. She used her tongue along the underside of his cock and watched his stomach hollow. She hummed around him and he groaned, the sound vibrating down her chest.
“Stella.”
The hand in her hair tightened. His hips pumped toward her and stopped like he was holding back. She took him deeper, and it hit the back of her throat.
“Stella, stop.” His voice was wrecked. She pulled off of him slowly and looked up at him through the water running down her face. “Stand up.”
She stood, and he turned her toward the shower wall. His arm came around her waist from behind and pulled her against him, his chest hot against her back, his mouth at the side of her throat.
She put her hands flat against the wall in front of her. He cupped her breast from behind, and his thumb dragged across her nipple. Her bear was moaning, pressed against the backs of her eyes, barely contained within her.
His mouth moved along the side of her throat, and his teeth scraped against her pulse. His other hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. He dragged his fingers up the length of her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“Christ,” he said into her throat.
He found her clit and pressed in tight circles. Her hips lifted toward the pressure, and her hands flexed against the wall. As she climbed toward orgasm, he disappeared, leaving cold space where he’d been.
She turned her head and watched him climb out of the shower. He came back with a condom wrapper and quickly slid it on. “Spread your feet.”
She moved her feet apart. He gripped her hip and angled himself behind her. She felt the tip of his cock at her pulsing, wet entrance. She whimpered when he pushed in the tip. His hands tightened around her hips as he pressed deeper.
He sank into her inch by inch, stretching her around his girth. She gasped against the tile and the water ran down her back and over her ass as he seated inside her.
“Stella. God, you feel good.”
“Yeah,” she moaned. “You feel so good inside me.”
He growled and started to move in long deliberate strokes, then pulled almost all the way out of her and thrust back in. The drag of his thick cock over her g-spot sent heat up her spine. His arm around her waist was the only thing keeping her upright.
His mouth was at the side of her throat, breath hot against her wet skin, chest pressed against her back. He found a rhythm and stayed with it. Each stroke sent a shockwave up her spine. He cupped her breast, his fingers rolling her nipple in time with his hips. She tilted her ass back to meet him.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her orgasm building.
The slap of his hips against her ass was loud in the small space.
His hand on her breast tightened, and he buried himself deeper on each stroke.
He slid his hand down to her clit and worked her in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips.
Her forehead pressed against the tile, and her legs nearly went out from under her.
“You feel so good, baby,” she groaned. “Fuck!”
She came hard. Her body clamped down on him in long pulses and the bond went incandescent in her chest. Her bear made a sound she could feel through her teeth.
He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, his rhythm steady and brutal and exactly what she needed.
When her pulses had barely tapered, he buried himself in her to the hilt and came.
His arm cinched tight around her ribs, and his hand on her clit went still.
They stood there breathing as the water ran over them, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.
After a minute he pulled out of her slowly, and she made a small sound at the absence.
He turned her to face him and kissed her on the mouth.
She turned the water off, stepped out onto the bathmat, and he followed. She pulled a towel off the rack and dried off. Her hair, her shoulders, her chest. She pulled on her underwear and comfy pajamas, the cotton warm against her clean skin.
She walked into the bedroom and climbed into bed. He pulled on a pair of fresh boxers and climbed in beside her, gathering her in his arms. She slid her hand across his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. The bond hummed steady between them.
“We’re going to find her,” he said.
She closed her eyes, and he kissed the top of her head. He reached over and clicked the lamp off and the room went dark.