Chapter 29
JR
The door to the hotel room slammed open, banging against the wall in my haste to get her inside and finally rip the clothes from her body and find out what was hidden underneath.
“JR,” she murmured, her fingers tearing through my hair, yanking the strands out one piece at a time.
A growl worked its way up my chest, ripping through me at the sound of my name on her lips. I had been fighting her every step of the way, ignoring how she teased me when every single second, I wanted to shove my cock between those pretty lips just to hear her mumble my name around my length.
Kicking the door shut, I tore her shirt over her head, not even bothering to stop and get a good visual. I was a man on a mission, and nothing could stop me now.
Just as desperate for me, she tore at the buttons on my shirt, barely removing even one before frustration took over and she tore the shirt right down the center, sending buttons scattering around the room.
“Oops,” she whispered, her eyes frenzied and filled with lust as she stared at my naked chest. “So worth it.”
And then she was on me again, her lips devouring mine as her nails skimmed down my flesh, burning into my skin with every inch toward my zipper. The moment she touched me, I hissed, wondering how long I could last with her hands on me like this.
It wouldn’t be long.
Grabbing her around the thighs, I hoisted her up against my body and spun, running straight into the wall.
A small grunt left her lips, but she never pulled back.
Not as I tore her leggings down again, when I fumbled to yank my own jeans down, or when I sheathed myself inside her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I muttered as her heat wrapped around me, making it impossible to think of anything but coming inside her pussy.
“Harder!”
Chuckling, I gave her what she asked for, thrusting my cock hard and fast inside her. Indecent moans and expletives flew from her lips every time her back hit the wall, but I didn’t let up, not even when I felt my balls drawing up, ready to spill my cum inside her.
I barely had time to thumb her clit, flicking that sensitive nub over and over just as I came hard inside her. Her pussy clenched around me, nearly making me black out from the sheer pleasure of being inside her.
Breathing hard and unsure of how long I could stay upright like this, I shuffled over to the bed, flopping us both down in the freshly pressed sheets. Rolling off her, I kicked my pants off the rest of the way and stared at the ceiling.
“That was…” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Where are we?”
I wasn’t even sure. I saw the hotel sign and pulled in, barely tossing my card over before I grabbed the key and dragged her upstairs. Now…
Shit.
If I had thought this through a little, I would have talked myself out of it. She was my neighbor, and frankly, a complication I didn’t need.
And I was definitely no good for her.
Then again, she was just as willing. It wasn’t like I had to twist her arm to get her into bed. If anything, she was practically egging me on. All that crap about how I kept walking away after kissing her…what was that?
“So…” she murmured, chuckling slightly.
So.
The dreaded word that every guy hated. It was up there with fine and we need to talk. That’s essentially what she was saying. She wanted to know where this was going, and she was working her way up to asking me that very question.
I could already see it playing out in front of me. She’d turn on her side, tucking her hand under her head to prop herself up, all the while shoving her breasts in my face so I would be distracted.
It was a move every guy had seen at one point in his life. It was the quintessential warning sign that we all knew meant to get out while we could.
She would tell me how this meant something to her and she wanted to see where things went.
Then she would ask me to talk about how I felt, or something equally horrifying.
It would ruin the moment of bliss between us, and I would end up walking away feeling like a scumbag when I told her it was going absolutely nowhere.
Why?
Because I was emotionally unavailable.
I was a horrible man who did unspeakable things simply because I enjoyed it.
I had plans to move back to Tennessee.
I didn’t want a girlfriend.
The list went on and on, and yet, I would still have to have that fucking conversation.
“Listen—” I started, hoping to cut her off.
She sat up, immediately scrounging around the room for her clothes. “I really needed that.”
Confused, I sat up. Was this a new strategy? Was she waiting until I was comfortable?
“Not that I’m suggesting we ever do what we did next to or against a police car again. God, I’m still so humiliated that he found us like that. It’ll be all over town now.”
“Right…” I said slowly, still waiting for the next hit.
“Ugh, and now I have to go home and face my brother and his whore.” She spun and faced me as she tugged her pants up the rest of the way. “Is it wrong to call her a whore after I just came to a hotel with you and let you fuck me up against the wall?”
“I…would have to consult someone on that.”
Grinning, she pulled on her bra and quickly clasped it before grabbing her shirt. “Oh, and sorry about the buttons. I hope you can forgive me.”
“I’ll try,” I answered, still wondering when it was coming.
She hurried over, pressed a quick kiss to my lips and turned for the door. “I have to go lock up the shop, and then I’m taking a long soak in the tub tonight. Maybe I’ll convince Sawyer to take Scarlet out for a date so I can actually get some sleep tonight.”
She waggled her eyebrows at me and swung the door open, leaving in a flurry.
And that was it.
She was gone.
I sat there, still naked, still confused as hell. What just happened? Why wasn’t she pelting me with questions right now? Was it coming later?
Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. That did nothing to help the situation. Here I was, sitting on a bed in a room I had rented for the night, and I had about twenty minutes of pleasure, if I was being generous.
She could have at least stayed for a second round. Was that really so wrong?
“What the fuck am I saying?” I muttered to myself.
Dressing quickly, I was just walking out when my phone rang with the number from the bar.
“Shit.” I hadn’t checked in with Lizzy in days. She was probably pissed as hell. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Lizzy snapped.
“Uh…I’m on my way.”
“You were supposed to be here hours ago. What the hell, JR?”
“Sorry, I got…held up.”
“Yeah, I heard all about that. Fucking a woman against a car. Must have been a real emergency.”
“I didn’t fuck her against the car,” I said lamely. “I’ll be there in five.”
“Ten. You’re at that scummy hotel that I told you not to go to. I can’t believe you took her there.”
“How the hell do you know where I am?”
“It’s a small town, JR. When are you gonna get that?”
She hung up without another word.
“Fucking spies everywhere,” I muttered, making my way to my truck.
Getting in, I slammed the door, seriously considering just skipping work tonight, but I had already taken off because of Alyssa. That wouldn’t be fair to her, even though I didn’t want to admit that I cared at all.
Cranking the engine, I turned and nearly had a heart attack when I saw the damn dog sitting in my truck again. He whined pathetically, his eyes welling with tears.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
He whined again, resting his head on the seat. So, he was pissed at me, too. Fucking perfect.
“Hey! No dogs in here!” Lizzy shouted as the mutt ran past me, right up to Lizzy, and rubbed up against her leg. “JR, what the hell?”
“I didn’t bring him. He just shows up where I am.”
Cocking her hip, she balanced the tray she was holding against it. “Are you telling me that this dog just happens to follow you around, yet you stake no claim to it?”
“Precisely.”
“It followed you into the bar.”
“It did not. I shut the door. I don’t know how the hell it got inside.”
“JR—”
“Relax. I’ll take care of it.”
Whistling at the dog, he jumped up and followed me back to the entrance. As soon as I opened the door, he bolted out, spinning around to wait for me, only to see the door slam in his face.
That taken care of, I got behind the bar and went to work. It only took two minutes for me to see his fluffy white tail wagging as he wove his way through the tables to sit at the foot of Cheyenne and Bailey’s table.
“Hey, there!” Bailey squealed, bending over to pet the dog. “He’s so adorable!”
The kitchen door swung open and Lizzy stopped, gaping at the dog. “Didn’t you just put him outside?”
“Yes.”
“Who came in?”
“No one. I’m telling you, this shit just happens.”
“This shit doesn’t just happen,” she snapped. “There are things that—” She sucked in a breath, holding her side as pain creased her face.
I was beside her in an instant, grabbing the tray from her hand and tossing it on the bar top. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I—ah!”
Not knowing what else to do, I hoisted her up into my arms and rushed to the door, not even bothering to leave anyone in charge. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but when a pregnant woman yelled in pain, you reacted.
“JR, stop!”
“Does it still hurt?” I asked, flinging open the door.
“Yes, but—”
I didn’t wait for her to say anything else.
Slamming the door in her face, I got in and pressed the pedal to the floorboards, shooting out of the parking lot.
Flipping on my lights, I headed out of town toward the nearest hospital, hoping she could hold on that long.
I spotted Maverick’s car as I passed and flashed my lights at him.
He spun around and hit the lights, instantly catching up to me. I didn’t have his number to explain, but I did have Liam’s number. As soon as I grabbed the phone, Lizzy gripped my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling your brother.”
“No! Please, don’t call him.”
“Lizzy, someone needs to know. Someone who can be back there with you,” I argued.