by Nicole James
“Good.”
He moved to the bed to sit, his back against the headboard. “Come on, get comfortable. We can watch a movie.”
“Okay.” She scooted across the mattress, leaning next to him. He clicked through the channels, finally settling on a horror flick.
“You never told me where you were going.” she said.
“I’m headed to Denver.”
“Oh, so the opposite direction. I thought maybe if you were headed home, you could show me around.”
“Yeah, I wish I was. I’d love that.”
“What’s in Denver?”
“An…important meeting. One I can’t miss or I’d blow it off to show you Grand Junction.”
“Maybe another time?”
“Absolutely.”
They stared at each other, and her eyes dropped to his mouth. He took the invitation and kissed her. It was soft, sweet, tentative, and exploratory—testing to see if they were compatible. He moved closer, and her mouth parted, giving him entry. He took it, his tongue sweeping inside. The kiss started sweet, but soon morphed into something lusher, something richer. It was heady and quickly going to his head.
He cupped her face, holding her still as he explored, tasted, and learned the way she liked it—a little sweet and a little dominant.
He backed off, brushing his thumb across her plump bottom lip as he searched her half-lidded eyes.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“Yes.”
Just the sound of her breathy voice had been enough to bring his cock to hard attention. One look into those sweet brown eyes made him want her beneath him.
Thunder boomed overhead and the lights went out. Divine intervention? Rory was all too happy to go with it. He pushed her down on the bed and rested on his elbows above her.
She gasped as their bodies brushed. Her gaze widened. Awareness of his hard body flared across her face, and the heat he’d aroused in her glowed in her dilated pupils.
He toyed with the hair by her face. “What did I do to earn a beauty like you?” He stared into her magnetic dark eyes.
Her mouth parted on a soft breath, and his eyes dropped to it. She had an air of innocence about her that drew him like honey.
“Rory.” His name fell from her soft lips. He liked that she wore no lipstick, just pale pink, natural, and very kissable. The husky sound of her voice only made him harder. Then she bit her plump lower lip, and all he could think about was watching that mouth trail down his stomach toward his waiting hard cock, watching her lick those lips and slide that wet mouth down his length as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes.
Christ. What was this girl doing to him?
“Angel, you have no idea the thoughts that have been running through my head just thinking about that pretty mouth of yours and what I want you to do with it.”
Pink stole up her cheeks. “Tell me.”
“I want you to climb on top of me, slide down my body to my cock, and take me deep in your mouth, as far as you can go.”
Her eyes darkened, and her mouth opened with a breathy, “Oh.”
Her reaction told him everything he needed to know. She’d like that; she wanted that, too.
His cock jumped at the thought, but he wanted so much more before they got to that part. He slid down her body a few inches, his palm slipping under the hem of the t-shirt he’d given her. He pushed it up, exposing a sexy satin bra with cups that served her tits up to perfection. He pressed his lips to the cleavage mounding over the top and trailed kisses along the edge. Finally when he could wait no longer, he hooked his fingers in the cups and pulled them down. Her glorious breasts popped free, those gorgeous pink nipples calling out to him. He didn’t make them wait, he closed his mouth over one and licked and nibbled and sucked hard.
She moaned and arched into him, her fingers sliding into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and he loved it, wanted more, just like she did.
He moved to the other, while his fingers closed over the first wet one to pinch and brush his calloused thumb back and forth over it like he strummed his guitar.
She writhed and moaned.
His mouth trailed down the smooth silky skin until the bunched up cups got in his way.
He sat back and pulled the t-shirt and bra free, tossing them to the floor. He tore his own shirt off and came down on top of her, pressing those soft breasts to his bare chest. It was heaven, that skin-to-skin contact.
But it wasn’t enough; he wanted more.
He moved down her body until he was off the end of the bed to hit his knees. He undid her pants and pulled them free.
She lay there in nothing but a pair of lacy lavender panties, the exact shade of her hair. Beautiful. Against her golden skin it was perfection. His palms glided up her legs, and she trembled.
“So pretty, baby.”
He curled his fingers in the lace and dragged her panties down and off.
“Those are mine,” he growled. “When you leave here tomorrow, you leave those.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded.
He pushed her legs apart and leaned over her to press his mouth above her pussy. He could smell her arousal, sweet like warm peaches, and he had to have a taste. He dipped his head, pressing soft kisses everywhere but where he wanted most. He wanted to draw it out and drive her crazy with need until she wanted it as badly as he did.
“Let me taste you,” he growled.
“Yes, please. Please.”
She writhed beneath him, and he clasped her hips to hold her still as his mouth came down on her, his tongue lapping gently.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hips lifting.
He gave her more, swipe after swipe; he toyed and played until she was drenched. Not until then did he slip two fingers inside her and watch her expression melt.
She threw her head into the pillow, moaning, “Yes.”
He worked her, learning how she liked it, how much pressure, how deep until he found that spot that had her gasping and moving against his hand with urgency. “Yes, oh, yes.”
“So pretty. My baby is so beautiful.”
He worked her with a thumb on her clit until she was panting hard and about to explode, then he dropped his mouth to it and sucked hard.
She screamed but muffled it with her fist as her orgasm took her hard.
While she floated back to earth, he shucked off his clothes and slid deep inside her.
She was drenched in her release and, even after climaxing, her pussy clenched down on him like a velvet glove. He groaned at the exquisite sensation and slid in and out, retreat and advance, over and over.
She clutched at him, pulling him down. He positioned on his elbows and drove into her, his thrusts quickly moving from slow and sensual to strong and deep. When she was aroused again, he moved off the bed and dragged her thighs up his body to drive into her at a different angle.
She cried out, “Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
He found that spot deep inside her and pummeled it repeatedly until she was writhing in ecstasy. He was getting close, so ready to explode, but he wanted her there with him, so he strummed her clit with his thumb, and she detonated with a muffled cry. Two more strokes, and he joined her, shooting his release deep inside her.
It wasn’t until that moment that he realized he hadn’t gloved up. He’d completely forgotten a condom. And she hadn’t reminded him.
As their breathing slowed, he sank to the mattress on top of her and stroked her face. “Jesus, baby, you were beautiful.”
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Her nipples were still peaked, and he couldn’t resist gazing at them; they deserved to be worshipped. He cupped one breast with his hand and dipped to take that pretty nipple in his mouth.
She moaned like it was sensitive, and he brought his head up to look at her.
She smiled and then her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“It’s your turn,” she panted.
His dick bobbed at the sight of
that little pink tongue and the promise of those words. “You sure?”
She nodded and rolled to her side.
He moved against the headboard, and she slid down the bedspread, positioning between his legs. He grabbed his cock and stroked. It was already getting hard with her mouth so close to it.
She put her hand on top of his and took over, stroking him rhythmically. She licked from bottom to top and his gut clenched, his abs tightening, and she took advantage, running her free hand over them and purring as she sank her mouth over him.
It was heaven, and his eyes slid shut feeling every sensation as he threaded his fingers in her silken hair and pulled her against him.
She moved up and down and he groaned, meeting her with the thrust of his hips. She cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand gently.
His fists tightened in her hair, and his hips lifted off the mattress, spurring her on. God, it was good—so good.
She gave, and he took, plunging deep again and again until he felt his orgasm boiling up from deep inside and knew he was about to erupt like a blast from a volcano.
“You want it?” he asked, his voice throaty and rough.
She nodded, her hands closing over the base of his cock as if she had no intention of letting him pull away at the last second.
He gave her what she wanted, moaning as he ejaculated, and she took every drop, finally drawing back to lick him clean, purring as she did.
After two orgasms, he wasn’t sure he could move if the place was on fire.
She climbed up, smiling, and lay on his chest.
His arms went around her, and his eyes drifted shut. Within seconds he was fast asleep.
Chapter Five
Early the next morning, Rayne was woken by the sound of slapping hands on the motel room door, rings tapping against the metal in little tink-tink sounds.
“Come on, you two. There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby. Time to get a move on,” Sasha said through the door.
“You alive in there, Rayne?” Jenna asked.
“Come on, open up,” Carmen said.
Rayne heard them giggling, and Jenna mumble, “Yeah, we want to see hot dude with his shirt off!”
She slipped from the bed, grabbing Rory’s t-shirt from the floor and slipping it over her head. She opened the door a crack. “Shhh! You’ll wake him up.”
They all strained to peek at the bed where Rory lie naked, the sheet pulled to just at his hips. She pushed them back. “Go. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Hurry up!” she heard Sasha yell as the girls tromped down the stairs.
Rayne closed the door and turned, her eyes landing on the bed and Rory.
He was asleep on his stomach with the sheets low on his hips, revealing those two sexy dimples. Her eyes climbed up his spine, past the ink that curled along his sides to the broad shoulders and muscled arms. Lord, he was one fine example of the male gender.
Get a grip, Rayne.
She snatched her clothes, dashed into the bathroom, and quickly got dressed, but her shirt was still damp, so she took the Brothers Ink t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, she finger-combed her hair until it looked halfway decent, then her eyes dropped to the logo on her chest, and she smiled. She’d have a memento of last night if he let her keep his shirt. And last night had definitely been worth remembering. She wondered if she’d ever see him again. Grand Junction wasn’t that far from Denver; it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
When she came out, Rory was awake, his dark gaze immediately latching onto her. With his long, dark hair, slashing brows and chocolate eyes, his chest bare and the way he was reclined against the headboard it was easy to imagine him as some desert sheik.
“Come here, angel.” He motioned with two fingers, tempting her forward.
She moved to the bed. When she was close, he reached out and pulled her on top of him, then rolled until he was on top. His eyes dropped to the Brothers Ink logo across her breasts.
“It looks good there.” He grinned.
“Good. I’m keeping it.”
“Oh, you are?”
“It’s only fair. You took my panties.” Her brow arched, daring him to object.
“You’re right. I did. Maybe you should ride commando today.”
“And why would I do that?”
He grinned. “All the better to feel the vibrations, honey.”
“You are so bad.”
“Maybe I’ll just have to get you wet first. Show you how much fun it could be.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He pushed the shirt up and pulled her cups down. “I want another taste of these beauties.” His mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. Oh God, he was good at that. And he was right, if he didn’t stop, she’d be soaking wet in a matter of minutes.
She threaded her fingers in his hair, unwilling to stop him, and her eyes slid closed. He licked and nibbled until she was moaning. Finally, he pulled her cups up and adjusted the Brothers Ink shirt.
He stared into her eyes. She knew they had to be soft with desire. He planted a gentle kiss on her mouth. The connection and intimacy they’d shared last night soared between them again. He rolled to his back, taking her with him until she sat on top of him, his hard erection pressing against her. She felt it even more acutely with no panties on. She was extra sensitive after all the stimulation from last night.
“The girls are waiting for me.”
He nodded. “If we both didn’t have places to be, I’d keep you here in this room all week.”
Nothing had ever sounded better to her. “I’d let you.”
He lifted his head for another quick peck and then released her.
***
Twenty minutes later Rory led Rayne downstairs, his eyes on the cloudless blue sky. The girls had pushed the bikes out into the sun and were running rags over them, drying where the wind had blown the rain onto them.
At least their packs and sleeping bags weren’t soaked.
Rory rolled his bike out into the sun.
Jenna, the tall brunette, tossed him a chamois. “Here you go.”
He caught it in the air. “Thanks.”
When he was through, he strapped his duffle bag on the back, then turned to Rayne. He snapped the fingers of both hands and popped his palm with a fist. Goodbyes weren’t his thing, and he really hated this goodbye. He stepped closer to her, hooked both index fingers in her belt loops and pulled her against him.
She gave him that beautiful smile he’d fallen in love with.
“I’m glad it rained,” he murmured low.
“You are?”
“We’d have never met if it hadn’t.”
“I suppose not.”
“Life is funny. You get pissed. You think things aren’t going your way,”—he paused to press a soft kiss to her lips—“and a gift is dropped in your lap. Maybe some things are just destined. Maybe somebody up there has a bigger plan for us.”
“Are you a spiritual man?”
“I guess I am.”
“I’m glad we met, too.”
“I want to see you again. I don’t want this to be the end.”
“I don’t either.”
He pulled his phone from his back pocket. “Give me your number.”
She did, and he punched in her contact.
A pickup truck pulled in and rode right through a big puddle, splashing them. They jumped, and Rory shoved his phone in his pocket and flipped the guy off. Turning back to Rayne, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s okay. I just got splashed a little.”
“We need to get on the road, ladies,” Sasha said, climbing on her bike and buckling her helmet.
Rayne looked over and nodded, then turned to Rory. “I guess this is it.”
He took her head in his hands and kissed her long and deep. Then pulled back and gave her a few soft brushes with his lips. “Have a great trip. Take lots of pictures. I’m gonna want to see ‘em.”
She smiled at his insinua
tion that they’d see each other again. “Okay, I will.”
“Be careful, sweetheart.”
“Always.”
“Goodbye, Rayne.”
“Goodbye, Rory.”
He stepped back and watched them pull out, waving them off with a smile. He looked on as they turned down the on-ramp to the interstate and roared off. When they disappeared out of sight, he headed to the motel office to get a cup of coffee and a donut. He was starved and needed something to hold him over until he got to Denver.
The bell tinkled above the door as he entered. A different clerk from last night stood behind the counter, typing away on the computer.
“Morning,” he greeted Rory.
“Morning. I heard something about coffee and donuts down here.”
“Yes, sir. That table, there.”
Rory walked over. There was a Keurig machine, and he dropped a pod in and put a paper cup underneath, waiting for it to brew.
A van pulled up at the door, and an adult and a bunch of rowdy teenagers piled out. They entered the lobby, and the sound level went from quiet to noisy instantly. The man approached the counter while the teens milled around, talking loud and horsing around.
Rory pulled his phone out to check the time and scroll for the weather. He picked up his cup of coffee, preparing to get a lid when he was jostled from behind.
The hot coffee spilled over the rim, almost scalding his legs. Luckily he jumped back and it hit the floor. “Shit!”
“Oh, man. Sorry about that,” one of the teens said.
“David, Scott, get over here, now!” the man yelled.
“Yes, Coach.”
Rory set his coffee and phone down on the table and grabbed some napkins, wiping up the spill. He tossed them in the trash, put a lid on his cup and got shoved to the side, almost getting plowed into again.
“Oh, sorry,” one said.
“Boys, that’s enough!”
Rory headed back outside. He took two sips of the coffee, grimaced, and tossed it in the trash. Then he climbed on his bike, determined to get out of there before the group of rowdy boys came back outside.
