10. Renee
RENEE
I sit there on the edge of the bed, carefully turning the pages as I finish up the final chapter as the shower runs in the room next door.
I still can’t believe that I get to read a whole new book of his, or that I am the very first one to get to flick through these precious pages before it gets put out into the world.
It feels right, in a way, that the mystery should have revolved around a story by Carrington Carruthers. A man who helped define so much of my childhood, so much of the time that I spent with my grandfather, sparking all that imagination back when I was only a kid.
By the sounds of it, he and my grandfather would have gotten along great.
I spent a whole afternoon with Annie, talking to her about her late husband, hearing out all her favorite anecdotes about their relationship, and now, his stories make even more sense to me.
That joy and openness and adventure that permeates the pages, it comes straight from his heart, and I want the whole world to enjoy it just as much as I have.
“How is it?”
I glance up to see Drew leaning in the doorway, towel slung around his hips, body glistening from the shower. We’re on our way back to the city now, and we’re spending another night in a motel together, not that I am complaining. Especially when he looks that good fresh out of the shower.
“It’s great,” I reply. “I can’t wait for everyone else to read it. I just know that all his fans are going to be obsessed with it.”
“You think he still has enough fans for that?”
“Oh, I know it,” I reply. “And think about how they’ll feel when they find out how the story came to be, too. That’s just going to make it even better.”
“So you’re going to get it out there, then?” he asks. “Not just keep it to yourself?”
I laugh.
“Of course I am,” I reply. “I wouldn’t keep this from anyone. This needs to be out in the world. And, you know...”
I bite my lip.
“Since we have the rights to it,” I go on. “Since Annie said it belongs to us. That means I can use the money to save my grandfather’s store. Keep it open. Maybe even sell a few copies there, right?”
He sits on the bed beside me, as I carefully put the manuscript back in the box, closing the lid to keep it protected.
I want it to be in perfect condition by the time I hand it over to the publishers, and I can hardly wait to see the looks on their faces when we confirm that it is a brand-new Carrington Carruthers original.
“So that’s what you’re going to be doing when you’re back, huh? Running his store?”
I nod.
“I think so,” I reply. “I don’t want to let it go to waste, you know? Not after all the work he put into it.”
I reach out to touch his face, a little flutter emerging at the base of my spine.
“And I could use some help with it, too. If you’re looking for something to do.”
He turns his head, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss against my palm.
“I think I could see my way to that,” he agrees, a suggestive grin curling up his lips. “You know, I think we have some unfinished business, from the last time we were in a hotel room together.”
“You think?” I murmur, but he doesn’t bother to reply as he finally closes the distance between us and kisses me properly.
I smile into his embrace, reaching down to pull the towel away and tossing it aside. It feels like more than just a kiss, but like a promise, a promise of all that is still to come between us, whatever that might be, whatever shape it might take.
He moves on top of me on the bed, knee between my thighs, pressing himself against me so that I can feel the firmness of his cock nestled against my hip.
God, I want him.
I wrap my arms around him, lifting my pelvis to meet his, letting my legs tangle helplessly in his as I give over to all that he wants from me.
His tongue delves deep into my mouth, stirring something inside of me, the silt shifting deep down in my belly as though he’s woken something that I have left untouched for so long.
He slides his hands to mine, interlocking his fingers with my own, and brushes his nose along my neck, breathing in the scent of me.
“You want this?” he murmurs to me, tongue teasing against my ear as he speaks the words.
I nod, my eyes hazy, hungry. He wastes no time in working his fingers around my panties, pulling them off in a single motion, as if this is what he has been waiting for since the moment we were interrupted the last time.
But this time around? I know nothing is going to keep him from me. Nothing could.
He pulls off my oversized tee, tossing it to the floor, and pauses for a moment to gaze down at me, eyes sweeping up my naked body like he is taking me in, committing me to memory.
He leans down, lips brushing along my ribs, a reminder of just how good his tongue felt between my legs, but I need more than just his mouth this time.
I need all of him. Every part I can get.
And, judging by the pre-cum leaking from his cock, he feels just the same way.
I glance down, breathing hard, as he takes himself in his hand, and part my legs, inviting him to take what has been his for a long time now.
He grins when he sees me make the move for him, and pulls my hips towards him, positioning himself right at my entrance as he looks down at me.
And then, slowly, he begins to feed himself into me, he takes his sweet time, watching my expression shift as he slowly fills me with his cock.
My vision blurs at the edges, folds parting to take him, and I hook my ankles over his calves, drawing myself even closer to him, needing even less distance between us.
He grunts as he slides the last inch into me, and then moves his hands to my hips, sinking in roughly to my skin as he begins to stroke himself into me right there on the bed of that tiny motel room.
I can’t get over the way he looks at me, the way he gazes down at me as if he can’t believe he has me right here in his arms. I reach up, cupping his face in my hand, and he parts his lips to draw my thumb into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against me and sending a fresh shudder of pleasure through me.
His hands begin to roam over my body as he strokes himself deep inside of me, fingers brushing over my swollen nipples, hands pressed to the curve of my thighs, kneading at my mound and my lower belly, not an inch of me left untouched, as though he could note sate himself on anything less than all of me.
His hand continues downward, his fingers grazing over my clit, and the shudder of sensation draws a moan from between my lips, he bites down on my thumb again, and I gasp, the lust building to the point of no return within me faster than I can wrap my head around it.
I tip my head back on the bed, but he catches his breath, voice low and raspy with want.
“Look at me, Renee.”
And I do. I look at him. And, as I stare into his eyes, I feel the orgasm rising fast, the sensation of him inside me, hands on me, eyes boring into me, it spins me out of control, and I cry out as the pleasure finally gets the better of me once and for all.
My pussy clenches around him, thighs twitching helplessly as I squeeze into him, and he continues to stroke himself into me, deep, hard, harder, as if he wants to experience every second of this orgasm right along with me...
And he comes just a few seconds after I do, letting his full weight down on top of me as his warmth floods me deep inside. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, not willing for this to be over yet.
Even though I know this is far from the only time we will do this, no, it’s just the first, the beginning of whatever it is that is starting to unfold between us.
And I know, as he breathes into me, body still buried against mine, that he helped me find more than just the manuscript, he helped me find a hope for the future I didn’t even know I needed.
And now I have it? I’m never letting anything take it from me.
The End
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