5. Renee
RENEE
“Ugh,” I mutter with a grimace, as I down the last of the whiskey at the bottom of the cup. “There. I think I’m all caught up.”
He chuckles from the bed at the other side of the room, and pours a little more into my cup. It’s just an old, slightly chipped mug, one of two in this crappy motel room that we are crashing in for the night, but I am glad for the whiskey, well, that and the company.
“You’re the one who got the answer wrong,” he remarks, nodding towards the TV before us, which is playing some old game show.
We’re both trying to get the answers, and, for every one that we get wrong, we have to take a sip of whiskey.
Probably not the most sensible way to spend the evening, given that we are meant to be on the road the next day, but I need something to get my mind off the men I saw breaking into my grandfather’s storage unit, and this seems like the best way to do it.
I can’t afford much more than a single room, so I’m going to be sleeping opposite Drew tonight, which has, to be honest, got me feeling some type of way.
He leans back on the bed, and I glance over at him, my gaze lingering just a second too long on the tattoo on his neck.
It’s so sweet, that he got it for his grandmother, but the way he talks about her, it’s almost like he doesn’t deserve to be able to remember her that way.
I shift towards him slightly, running a hand through my hair, and we watch as the credits roll on the last episode.
“You want to do another?”
“I think I’ve had enough for tonight,” he replies, turning to face me.
There is something about those eyes that seems to cut straight through me, almost as though he can see into a part of me that I don’t want to admit to.
Or perhaps that is just the whiskey talking.
I take another sip. I’m only two glasses in, but I can feel it prickling deliciously at the back of my neck, as though I am waking up to something I hardly even knew existed.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I agree. “How far do we have to go tomorrow?”
“Another hundred miles or so. Little more, maybe.”
I groan.
“Well, whatever that map is pointing at, it better be there,” I tell him. “If you’ve taken me on a wild goose chase...”
“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow and grinning at me. My heart tenses slightly, and I shrug.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I reply. “But I’m going to make you pay.”
“Oh, that right, huh?” he asks, and he moves to the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “That sounds like a threat.”
“Maybe it is.”
“You should be careful about threatening people,” he remarks, that smile curling a little further up his lips. “Might get the wrong person mad at you.”
“And what happens if I do? You going to look out for me?”
“Why, you need someone to look out for you?”
I shift to the very edge of the bed, so that our knees are touching. This is outright flirtation now, I can feel it, but I don’t want it to stop. My bare feet curl against the scrubby carpet below.
“How exactly do you plan on looking out for me, hmm?”
“You want me to show you?”
All at once, he plants his cup aside, and moves his hands to my knees. Giving me a chance to pull back, making sure he’s not overstepping his bounds, though there is nothing I want more right now than for him to take exactly what he wants from me.
My breath hitches, and I bite my lip, practically daring him to do more.
“Yeah, I think… I think I do.”
“You just think you do?” he asks, as he lowers himself down, sliding his hands a little further along my thighs, resting them there against my legs. “Or you know you do?”
I draw in a deep breath, trying to gather every bit of my certainty before I speak again.
“I… I know I do.”
And, with that, his grin spreads even further. He hooks his fingers around the loops of my jeans and eases them down a little. Fuck. What the hell am I doing? I barely know this guy. And yet, as he leans in to brush his lips over the spot just below my bellybutton. I know I don’t want this to stop.
And maybe, right now, that’s all that matters.
I lean back onto my elbows as he strips me slowly, not taking his eyes off of mine, checking in with every passing second like he is making sure I do not change my mind.
His breath is hot on my skin, fingers tracing my hips and thighs as he strips me down; soon, I am lying there before him in nothing but my panties and my tee, laid out on display for him, like I am there for him and him alone.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groans, as he brings his nose to the crook of my thigh, inhaling deeply. Close enough now that I can feel the graze of his stubble against my pussy, my sex tingling beneath the flimsy fabric.
He turns his head, plants a kiss against my wetness through my panties, and I gasp, hand sliding into his hair to hold him in place.
Pleasure swells in my belly, heat burning through me, as he grins, slipping his fingers under the hips of my panties before he inches them down and exposes me.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along the inside of my thigh as he pulls my legs apart.
His hands are rough and firm, leaving me no choice but to yield to him, not that I would want anything else in this moment.
I lift my hips, trying to press myself against him, but he seems in no rush to give me what I want, not until he’s damn sure that I am practically begging for it.
“Look how fucking wet you are already,” he continues, moving close, so close I can practically feel the press of his lips against me. I stir my hips in the air, doing my best to guide him to give me more, and then, at last, he gives me what I have been waiting for.
He plants his mouth on my pussy, drawing my clit between his lips like he has been waiting for this moment all night long. I groan, head lolling back, hand tightening on his head, as he sweeps his tongue around me slowly, drinking in the taste of me like he did the whiskey.
I find my hips rising to meet him as he slips his hands beneath my ass, drawing me up to him as though he can’t get enough of the taste of me.
He seals his lips around me, sucking lightly on my clit, as he gropes at my ass as if he is trying to commit the feel of me to memory.
My thighs are already tensing at either side of his head, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much this is getting me off. I can’t remember the last time a man did this for me, let alone the last time a man did it and seemed to love it as much as he did.
He lets out a moan against me, sending a shudder of vibration through my body, before he pulls back and mutters a curse under his breath, like he can’t believe just how good this feels.
He dives back between my thighs, lips tracing the outline of my pussy before he focuses in on my clit again.
This time, though, he slides his fingers between my folds, pushing inside of me, curling his fingers slightly upwards to find that ridge within me that sends a shudder of sensation through my entire system.
I’m getting close to the edge now, so close I can barely think.
The heat rising in my belly faster than I can control it, faster than I want to.
I’m pushing back against him, body rising to meet his mouth, and he is watching me, not taking his eyes off of me, as though there is nothing he can imagine wanting more than getting me off right now.
And it is with his eyes on me, his tongue on my clit, and his fingers inside of me that I finally reach my release, my entire body spasming as my thighs clamp on either side of his head.
It feels like a cup spilling over, my body rushing with such intense pleasure that it’s almost more than I can wrap my head around. I have to push his head back from my pussy just to catch my breath, my bleary eyes searching for his as I pull him up to me.
And I realize, as he plants his hands on either side of me, eyes blazing into mine, that I have not so much as kissed him yet. His mouth is glossy with my wetness, a sign of how much he wants me, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me even through his pants.
He kisses me at last, and I can taste my own wetness on his tongue as it enters my mouth, a sure sign of how much he wants me. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down on to the bed beside me.
And then, there’s a knock at the door, and the two of us leap back from each other as though we have been caught in the middle of something neither of us should be doing. I laugh slightly, and rise to my feet, pulling myself together as best I can.
“Let me get that?—”
But he is up before I can take a step, and there is a look on his face that tells me I should not argue with him.
“Let me,” he insists, and he moves to stand in front of me as another bang sounds at the door, this time more insistent than the last. As I perch there on the end of the bed, I wonder who the heck that could be, and if he has any reason to be as worried about it as he looks right now.