5. Rhys
five
Rhys
Why in the hell is Cee staying at the hotel?
It’s not a bad or dirty hotel by any means, but I’m sure her own house is a thousand times better than staying in a hotel room.
Luckily, it’s late enough that traffic isn’t heavy, and I’m able to reach the hotel within twenty minutes of when she texted me.
I pull into the parking lot, park in front of her room, and cut the engine, a reminder of the last time I met her here. Only this time I’m not anxious to leave right away. I raise my hand to knock on the door, but it flies open before my fist can connect with the wood.
“You came.” Cee launches herself into my arms, wrapping me in a tight hug.
“Of course, I came.” I want to say I’ll always come when she calls me, but I don’t want to scare her off.
Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I pick her up and carry her into the room, shutting the door behind me with my foot.
I sit on the bed, holding her in my arms, her thighs still straddling my waist. “I’m here, little one.
” I tilt her chin up so our eyes meet. “I’ll make sure you’re never alone.
” I’m not sure why I said that, but when I open my mouth to correct myself, nothing comes out.
“I appreciate the thought, Rhys, but we both know this isn’t real.”
I bite the inside of my cheek until I’m sure I’ve left marks. I hold back the denial on the tip of my tongue because I don’t know if this is real or not. I don’t know if she wants me beyond tonight or if she’s just lonely and wants company tonight.
Seizing the moment, I press my lips to hers.
At her gasp, I slide my tongue into her mouth, as I’ve seen my brothers do with their old ladies at the clubhouse, not caring who’s watching.
Her arms tighten around my neck, and she pulls me closer.
Her short nightgown rides up her hips, and I’m pretty sure she’s naked beneath, especially when I feel the heat of her core soaking the front of my jeans.
“This is as real as you want it to be, Cee,” I growl against her mouth.
“I want it to be real.” Her hips grind against me. “Make love to me, Rhys.” She bites my lip lightly.
“I’m not going to make love to you for the first time in a hotel room.” I place my hands on her hips, holding her tight until her hips stop moving. “You deserve our own bed, with candles and rose petals.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t need all that. All I want is you, right here, right now.” She grips the hem of her short nightgown, pulls it over her head, and throws it on the floor, leaving her naked to my gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.” My hand cups her breast as I lift it to my mouth, taking her nipple as deep as I can. She throws her head back. Without my hands on her hips, she begins to grind on me again. “That’s it.” I grip the back of her neck in my hand. “Make yourself come.”
She double-downs, pressing down on me as her soaked pussy rubs against the front of my jeans faster and harder.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She moans the word, matching the rhythm she’s set.
She pushes her hips back and forth until she’s biting down on my neck and coming all over me, dropping her forehead to mine as she comes undone.
“Good girl.” I gently pull on her hair, tipping her head back to expose her neck.
“Now I need to taste you.” I lift her hips and gently toss her back on the bed.
She lies back on the mattress, touching her breasts as I quickly strip out of my clothes.
“That’s a bad girl,” I growl, pouncing on her and spreading her knees wide to accommodate my broad shoulders.
The first lick of my tongue across her swollen slit has her arching her back and crying out for more. “More, Rhys. I need your tongue everywhere.” Her fingers slide into my hair, and she grips it tightly as she rides my face, soaking it with her lust. “So good.”
Needing her to come fast before I embarrass myself, I slip two fingers into her tight heat and gently pump them in and out at first, trying to stretch her to take my girth.
“You’re doing so good.” My lips latch on to her clit, and I tug it into my mouth.
Her body shakes, and her inner muscles grip my fingers tightly as she comes all over them.
Gently, I keep going through her orgasm, only stopping to kiss my way up her body, finally kissing her lips.
“Remember the other night when you asked me how long it takes to have sex, and I told you I heard it only takes fifteen minutes.” Through glazed eyes, she nods.
“The reason I said I heard is that I don’t know.
You might be a twenty-one-year-old virgin, but I’m a thirty-one-year-old virgin. ”
Her eyes go wide. “Really?”
“Really.” I kiss her forehead. “Are you ready to lose our virginity?” I grip the base of my shaft and line it up at her entrance, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.” She moans, lifting her hips, causing the tip to slip in.
“Such a greedy girl.” I lean down and kiss her lips as I thrust my hips forward, breaking through her barrier and claiming her as mine.
“Rhys.” She moans my name, her hips taking on a life of their own, thrusting upward, wanting more.
“That’s it, Cee, take my dick like the good girl I know you are.” The bed thumps against the wall with each thrust. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Bad, so bad.” She begs. The sound causes me to speed up, thrusting harder and deeper into her. “More.” She drags her tongue along my collarbone, the feeling has my balls tightening up, ready to bust inside of her.
“Fuck, Cee, you’re so hot and tight.” I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven the way her inner muscles grip my shaft, holding it deep in her body. I slide a hand between our bodies, finding her clit. My fingers rub against the little nub until she’s crying out her release.
“Yes! Rhys!” She screams in my ear, and I don’t even care if I lose my hearing, as long as I give her the pleasure she deserves. That’s all that matters.
Deeper and deeper, I pound into her until I’m spilling my seed inside her with a grunt. I wrap my arms around her and roll her onto her side, her head resting on my chest. “Rest while you can. I have a feeling we'll both be tired in the morning.”
***
A horn from somewhere outside wakes us. “More sleep.” She buries her head tightly against my side. “Just a few more minutes.”
“Sorry, sleepyhead. It’s time to get up.” I hate to wake her, but I have plans to ride out with Reaper today to check on a lead about Lord. Ever since he dropped Phoebe off at the clubhouse a few weeks ago, we’ve gotten reports of someone matching his description lurking around the area.
“Fine, but only if you make it up to me tonight by going to the Fourth of July fireworks at the lake.” She raises her head and rests her chin on my chest. Her wild bedhead looks adorable on her.
Damn, I’m not sure I’ll be back in time for the fireworks.
“Sorry, Cee, but I have other plans tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.
” I lean down to kiss the top of her head, but before I can, she jumps out of bed in all her naked glory.
All I want to do is drag her back to bed, spend the rest of the day making love to her, and then go to the fireworks display tonight, but I have to follow the lead on Lord.
“No worries.” She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. “Actually, I have a lot to do today.” Her eyes flick to the bedside table. She picks up the flash drive I noticed there last night and holds it out to me. “Here, I almost forgot to give this to you.”
Our fingers touch as I take the flash drive from her, making her jump back as if burned. “I’m going to take a long, hot shower. You can show yourself out.” Without looking back, she walks to the bathroom, closes the door behind her, and the click of the lock fills the air, dismissing me yet again.
As much as I want to stick around to figure out what upset her, I need to follow up on the lead with Lord. I’ll make it up to her somehow.