Chapter Nineteen
I stood in the hotel bathroom, watching the pink dye run down the drain around my feet. I felt like I was floating, like I could finally breathe and be myself now that I was done being a maid of honor. I was still on the run, but the only thing I was interested in was running into Dane’s arms. I wanted to crash into him and discover everything we’d buried last year. Being near him was magnetic, and I couldn’t deny how I felt any longer.
For once, I didn’t have a game plan and I didn’t really mind. I was so used to being in charge, taking the lead, and calling the shots. I wanted to let Dane lead me, see what kind of man he was and if he was up to snuff.
While he was away, I’d canceled the hotels I’d booked for the way home, knowing there was no way I was going to reach them now. I’d checked my email to see if anyone from the police department had responded. No such luck. Dom hadn’t texted me back either, so I guessed no news was good news. He was busy running Pretty Kitty while I was away.
I toweled off and used the blow dryer. Dane had bought himself some pomade that I used. It was Crew and smelled amazing. He’d also snagged a teeny bottle of face lotion and a package of makeup wipes, which was more than most guys would think of. Luckily, I had my make-up staples in my purse if I felt like putting any on tomorrow.
He’d picked out the most ridiculous outfits for me, like a short, white, floral sundress, which I was sure was for some nasty fantasy he had, a giant oversize black shirt and hot-pink cotton booty shorts, a black lacy bra, which was eerily close to my size, some cheeky panties, and a red hooker thong. Not suggestive at all.
“Is your goal to make me look like a fucking porn star?” I shouted, stringing the thong between my hands.
A low chuckle came from the room. “Pick your poison. You gave up control, now you get to live with the consequences.”
His point of me giving up control sent a thrill through me. I had. I really had. I didn’t know if it was the moment I’d gotten on his bike or how I let him take the lead once we’d settled, but I had. And it felt so damn good. I didn’t realize how much I’d needed that. I was used to being a boss at work and a bold wild child with Kaylee. Before that, I’d gotten really good grades in college to keep my scholarships and grants. And even before all that, I’d been in charge of myself while my mom had drunk and fucked her way through most of Austin. If it wasn’t for my mom dating a softball coach when I’d been in middle school, I would’ve never had an extracurricular hobby.
I picked the shorts and shirt. Looking at myself in the mirror one last time, I was unable to fight my grin.
“Are you ready for the grand reveal?” I asked, flinging the door open and gliding out into the room like I was in some Miss America pageant. “Ta-da!”
The room was dim with just one lamp on next to the bed. Dane’s eyes crinkled in a smile, one of the first genuine ones I’d seen on him since we’d arrived. “There’s my girl.”
His girl. I didn’t hate it. Letting the giddy feeling sweep me away, I did a little twirl to really give him his money’s worth.
“C’mere,” he said, snatching my waist to pull me onto his lap from where he sat at the foot of the bed.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let my body greedily settle onto him, my core smooshing against him along with my breasts. This close, he could probably feel I wasn’t wearing a bra. If not, he would soon with the way he swept his hands up and down my back and along my sides.
“I like being this close,” I admitted.
His hand traveled to touch my newly pink, coiffed hair. “I like you this close too. You’re so beautiful, Maisie. I’ve never seen anyone like you in my life.”
I playfully scoffed, rolling my eyes.
“No, it’s true. You look like a damn faerie. You have such a pretty face. It’s stuck with me. I see it when I close my eyes at night.” He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming mine as his hand delicately touched my cheeks then my forehead, moving to my nose. “These eyes, this little swoop nose, these lips.” His fingertips traced my mouth. I leaned in closer, giving him permission.
His lips melded into mine, his hands grasping my waist, both of us instantly lost in the kiss. I broke it to trail my mouth over his stubbled jaw. “You know, you’re not bad-looking yourself.” I scored my nails through his scalp, causing a groan to creak out of him. “You’ve stuck with me, too. These smoky green eyes and your smile. And this dent right here.” I ran just the tip of my tongue over his chin before feathering a gentle kiss.
“Maisie,” he whispered, half tortured, half swept away. He grabbed my hips to shift me directly on his bulge.
“You feel so good against me,” I said, rocking slightly while I reached to pull off his shirt. Before I could, he flipped us, situating himself over me.
“Did I say you could take off my shirt, tornado?” he whispered into a kiss before biting my bottom lip. We moved together, sliding our lips and bodies against one another. With each roll and skim, another layer of my defense wore off, revealing nothing but pure desire.
I broke the kiss, needing to take a breath, not realizing I’d poked the bear. Being the dumbass I was, I continued to reach for the fabric at his waist.
He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head with a low grumble that went straight to my pussy. From there, he nuzzled my neck. “What’s off-limits?”
“Hm?” I said stupidly, lost in the way his hands floated down my ribs.
“What’s. Off. Limits? I want to respect your boundaries.”
I really was in over my head. “I’ll let you know if you push up against any.”
He shook his head, clearly not loving my vague answer.
The truth was, I really didn’t know anymore. I was so horny, he could probably talk me into damn near anything. I focused on the ceiling to give him a decent answer. “Um, no butt stuff. You can finish anywhere but my face.” I shook my head. “I hate that.”
“Good.” He lifted my shirt slightly, exposing my stomach. “I’ve wanted to lick these since the moment I saw them,” he murmured before dragging his tongue against my hip bones. I wiggled in anticipation, causing him to hold a hip down to playfully nip.
“Dane, please, let me touch you.”
“No.” He continued to kiss up my stomach and across my ribs before latching his gaze with mine. With a nod from me, he pushed up my black shirt, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
“Don’t worry, I’ve healed. You can do whatever.” My sentence trailed off as his hands went to my ribs as he cradled me, placing a gentle kiss on each nipple. My scars were on the very bottom of my nipples, mostly camouflaged.
“Jesus Christ, Maisie. Look at you. You’re perfect. Never feel insecure about your body, especially around me.”
I swept my thumbs up his cheekbones as he settled his torso against my core, my legs open and framing him. “I don’t want you to think I’m shallow because I had implants. Or that I’m fickle because I took them out.”
“How are fake boobs any different from my tattoos? It’s something you do to your body to make you feel more comfortable in it.”
“I guess so,” I said, trying to fight noticing how with each word muttered by him, air would drift over the sensitive skin.
“But it sounds like yours were making you sick. You were given this body to feel good. Do you feel better without them?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because all I want is for you to feel good.” With his vow, he lowered his mouth back to my breast, swirling one nipple with the tip of his tongue. A little gasp escaped me. He feathered his tongue back and forth across the peak, causing me to hold my breath.
“Please, please don’t stop.”
His other hand hungrily grabbed the other, the callouses scraping across my tender flesh as he squeezed and rubbed a thumb across the nipple. I loved that he was testing how rough I liked it, seeing how much I could take. Still covering the other breast with his mouth, he sucked and nibbled until my nipple was completely erect and covered in his spit. “I can feel how wet you’re getting.”
“Yeah.” I sighed, lost in the feeling.
“I bet other parts of you are just as sensitive as these perfect tits.”
I nodded, lifting my hips to grind against him, all but dragging my pussy against his belt in desperation.
“You’re going to show me,” he said.
“I will,” I promised, completely lightheaded, hoping I was moments away from finally getting him inside me, from being filled with Dane and drained of all dread. Something about him being a part of me felt like a solution, a plea to the universe. I needed to experience having him.
He popped off my tits, kissing each nipple then nuzzling between them before working lower. When he reached the band of my shorts, I lifted my bum, helping him take them off. He sucked in a breath as my mound was exposed. I could tell he already liked what he saw. And in my full moment of brazen glory, I spread my legs wider, planting a foot on either side of where he knelt in front of me on the bed.
“Oh baby,” he murmured, touching my calves while staring at my center. His reverential tone made me want to smile but I fought it. “This.” He trailed off, lost in thought. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I gently touched myself, running my fingers over my lips. “There’s a reason I called my shop Pretty Kitty.”
“It’s all making sense,” he said, eyes still locked between my legs as he backed off the bed, literally falling to his knees. I knew he just needed to look at it a little longer. I’d had this reaction before.
There was a very mature part of me that knew all bodies were beautiful, but on the flipside, there was a tiny part of me that loved knowing I had an extra pretty pussy. Nothing on earth had made me feel as powerful than spreading my legs and watching a man fall to his knees in devotion.
If you want to see God, let me spread my legs.
I knew the portal between a woman’s legs was what men had first prayed about. Right up there with rain for crops, protection from wild beasts, and air in their lungs. We birthed civilizations, bled without dying, and could receive endless orgasms. Talk about power. It was validating to remind men of this undisputable truth. As long as I had one of these , I could get as many of those as I wanted.
Taking a ragged breath, he shifted his shoulders, still transfixed as he lunged for his leather jacket that was on the back of the desk chair. I crunched up to watch him in confusion as he presented a silky black drawstring pouch from the inside pocket.
“You’re going to show me how wet and beautiful you can get.”
Opening the bag, he revealed a pink, pearlescent sex toy. My favorite one of all time and the best seller at my store. How did he know?
“Oh my god! Did you steal that from my car?”
He clicked it on with a pleased chuckle. “Yep,” he said simply with zero shame.
“Dane! You stole a clit sucker from me?”
“It’s not really stealing if I give it back to you. Consider it investing in the future.” He flashed me a sexy smile.
I flopped back on the bed, fighting a laugh, too horny to deal with this. “Oh my god, and you’ve had it in your coat for days? Just waiting?”
“Pussy preparedness. What did you expect? Besides, you should be impressed I got away with it. It’s all charged and clean, I promise.”
“What about you? You still have your clothes on.”
He pressed the toy to his palm, deciding to change the setting. “You already watched me come. It’s your turn.” He offered it with a darkened look. “Now show me how you like it.”
I froze in confusion.
Reading the side of the toy, he looked up at me. “It says Satisfyer. Hopefully it lives up to its name. If it doesn’t, I sure will.”
“But I . . . Shouldn’t we just fuck?” I was in torture seeing the man I wanted next to the single thing that had brought me countless orgasms. Sure, it was my loyal pussy pleaser, but couldn’t a girl just crave some good old-fashioned cock?
No longer patient, he wrapped my hand around the toy as he pressed it against my core. “I’m earning your trust. You’re earning this dick.”
“Fuck.” I whimpered, throwing my head back, feeling my lips spread around the toy, my clit nestled in the middle. The pulsing beat thumped against my sensitive nerves, my toes instantly curling.
“Ah yeah,” he urged, his voice deep with desire. “Run it through your lips like that, let me hear how slick it is against you.”
I shifted my hips, rocking against our hands and the toy. “Please, please just fuck me. I promise I’ll make it so good for you.”
I craved the weight of him on me. The sound of his wild undoing. I wanted to smell his sweat, feel our bodies connected. This wasn’t enough.
“You’re doing so well on your own. Look how pretty you are all sprawled out for me. Fuck, you’re getting so wet.” Standing up, he lifted his chin. “Don’t you dare stop.” Seconds later, he slid a towel underneath me, kneeling before me once more to kiss up my inner thighs. I tilted my pelvis, hoping to feel his mouth. He pulled away but continued to lazily trace patterns up my inner thighs and over my hip bones, across my breasts, heightening every pulse of the toy against me.
A familiar pull of tingling formed low in my body. I blinked, focusing my breath in order to make my orgasm more intense.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well breathing it all in. Are you going to come apart for me? Earn this cock, yeah?”
Before I could answer or argue, my body trembled, my pussy clenching nothing as an orgasm ripped through me. I covered my face with my free hand and attempted to lift the toy away from myself, but Dane clutched it firmly, shifting it to pulse at my entrance.
“Now look at me when you come this time.” His demand clear, he moved the toy back up to my clit.
I didn’t want to admit it, but now that I was doing all this alone, I was feeling a little shy, exposed. “I need your dick in me. Or a finger. Something, anything,” I begged.
His lips twitched as he bit back what I could only guess was a smirk. “Earn it.” His other hand covered my breast with an encouraging squeeze. “Come for me again. Let me see how pretty you are when you lose yourself.” He was really getting off on this.
I urged our hands to push the toy harder against my clit, letting another orgasm shudder my body seconds later. “Fuck,” I cried out, body twitching, legs shaky.
Dane took the gadget, plopping it next to me as his hands skimmed my chest, tummy, and hips. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“I can’t come anymore. I’m too . . . It’s too . . .”
“I know.” He kissed up my torso, covering me with my shirt as he lay down beside me, pulling me against his chest. Once I was surrounded by his warmth, the night got blurry after that. I grew tired, knowing I had to crash for a quick nap before cleaning up. I murmured this was normal and to go on without me. I hadn’t come that hard in weeks. I’d been so busy with the road trip and the wedding.
I heard him showering and brushing his teeth. He wandered out and came back with bottled water. While he was doing that, I cleaned myself up and got in bed, forming a wall of pillows between us.
Dane grunted, getting under the covers. “What the fuck?”
“It’s a barrier.”
“I can’t hold you?”
“You didn’t give me any dick! You’re earning my trust. I’m earning your dick. Both call for a pillow barrier.”
Flicking off his lamp, he let out a chuckle. “You’re something else.”