“I plan to be back on the road by eight. You guys good with that?” I asked. That gave us about five or six hours of sleep.
Soap looked at his watch. “Sounds good.”
Gunny nodded. “See you in the morning, little brother.”
He hugged me, and I was grateful Snow had sent them. Soap grasped my hand and gave me a one-arm hug.
“See you in the morning. Well, later.” Ever happy, he smiled and entered the room he’d got for himself and Gunny.
“Hey, Gunny.” I stopped him as he moved to follow Soap.
“Yeah?”
“I love you, bro.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Love you too, man.”
He closed his door, and I stepped next door to our room. Stopping in the entryway, I glanced at Presley as I locked the door. Seeing her sleeping soundly sent a familiar pang through my heart. She was my world.
Raiven was coming out of the bathroom as I turned, and she stopped short, staring at me.
She was getting under my skin something fierce. I didn’t know what the fuck was passing between us, but my heart sped up and adrenaline hit me as we stood there. It was like being on the precipice of something big. Like when I was deployed. That feeling I’d get right before we’d entered a village to kick down doors.
“Matlock.” Her single word spoke volumes. I loved my full name on her lips.
I stepped closer, her magnetism pulling me in. She instinctively stepped back, putting herself in the bathroom.
Without thought, I moved forward, closing the door once we were both inside. She was still in the tiny tank and shorts she’d been wearing when we left the last hotel. Her full breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath she took, making the peaking of her nipples impossible to miss.
My hand was buried in her dark hair before I realized what I was doing. So close, her warm breath feathered across my lips. I wanted, no, I needed to taste her. When she didn’t stop me, I slid my lips across hers.
Tentative.
Seeking.
“So fucking sweet.” The tip of my tongue teased the curve of her bottom lip.
With a moan, I cupped her neck with my other hand, spanning her throat and cradling her jaw.
Her hands clutched my shirt. I leaned in closer until my body practically wrapped around her. Need drove us.
I sought entrance, and with a gasp, she granted me access.
God, her taste was pure heaven.
We desperately devoured each other. I tightened my fist around her inky locks while the fingers of my other hand flexed slightly around the white column of her throat. Her moan vibrated across my palm.
The need to consume her was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.
I found myself wanting to own her heart, body, and soul.
Pulling away from her rapidly addictive lips, I rested my cheek on her, closed my eyes, and fought to evenly inhale. Turning my head a fraction of an inch, I muttered against her temple, “Goddamn, this is so wrong.”
I was losing my fucking mind.
Her swallow was audible between her panted breaths. I wasn’t the only one straining to breathe normally.
My actions didn’t follow my words though. No matter what I’d said, my nose trailed her tenderly, scenting her as I struggled for control.
Before I knew it, my mouth was skimming back over her kiss-swollen lips.
“Wrong,” she whispered in agreement.
“Wrong, but I still fucking want you.” There was no denying it as I pressed my hard shaft into her softness. Seeking relief. Seeking respite. Needing her.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped.
Though I told myself it was a reaction to the stress and adrenaline of our flight, part of me knew it was a lie.
I didn’t give her time to change her mind, because I didn’t want to examine my own thought processes. Jerking her shorts down, I groaned when she didn’t have panties on under them. Fuck, I’d ridden all that way with her having nothing under those skimpy-ass shorts.
Her fingers fumbled with the button on my pants, and I pushed her hands out of the way, jerking everything open. Once my cock was free of my jeans, I let them fall to my hips and lifted her to the bathroom counter.
“Matlock,” she whimpered as I stroked my length a few times while staring at her glistening pink pussy. She reached forward and grabbed the sides of my jeans, jerking me forward.
Fisting her hair, I tipped her head back. My mind was a fucked-up jumble as I actually smelled her need. Lining the tip of my cock with her slick center, I circled it in her wetness before grabbing her hip with my free hand and pulling her to the edge of the counter and onto me.
It only took a short thrust of my hips and I sank to the base of my cock in her warm sheath. “Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so goddamn fucking good.”
Control was dwindling quickly. I had to hold myself still for a minute because I was ready to come already.
When she began to wiggle, seeking the friction of her clit against me, I was done. No control, no clarity of thought, nothing but how fucking incredible it was to be deep inside her.
After only a few strokes, I was on the edge and she was panting heavily. Not ready for the feeling to end, I pulled out, yanked her off the counter, and turned her around. Our eyes met in the mirror as I gripped both ass cheeks and spread her open to me.
There was no fumbling. I slid right in as if it was where I’d always belonged. Like her pussy was home.
“Fuck.” It was the only cognizant word I could form as I started fucking her hard and fast. Seeing my cock sliding in, then come out shining with her creamy, wet excitement held me transfixed. Bold-colored tattoos peeked from under her shirt on each hip that I wanted to study but couldn’t focus on. It wasn’t long before I needed to see her expression, and I met her gaze in the mirror again.
Her full lips were red and puffy from our kiss and slightly parted. Her hooded eyes held mine. Vaguely, I was aware of her tits shaking with each hard plunge of my cock into her depths. It made me swell with need. I knew I was close.
“Touch your clit. Make yourself come.” It was a rasping demand that she immediately obeyed.
Seeing her hand reach down between her legs as I fucked her drove me crazy. Skin slapping with each thrust, I threw my head back as her pussy tightened around me. She was so goddamn tight I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Two hard strokes, and I growled as my spine tingled and my balls tightened. The explosion that was my release had me seeing spots, and my knees actually buckled.
“Matlock! Oh my God! Shit! I’m coming. Ohmagod!” Everything came out as a whispered shout, both of us aware of Presley sleeping on the other side of that door.
As we pulsed and clenched together, I stood her upright, slipping my hands under her shirt and raising it to cup her tits. Finding her nipples pierced had my cock throbbing in her tight cunt again.
Using my nose to push her hair out of the way, I suckled and bit her neck, marking her with satisfaction. In that moment of post-orgasmic clarity, I knew I may be fucked, but she’d be mine.
Once I dropped down from my sexual high, I reluctantly slid out of her perfect pussy.
When our combined release slid down her thigh, I realized I’d fucked up. Massively.
“Aw, shit. I’m so sorry.” Swallowing hard, I met her wide eyes. It had obviously dawned on her too.
“Please tell me you’re clean,” she frantically whispered.
“Fuck yeah, I’m clean. Are you? And the better question is if I just got you fucking pregnant.” Worry slammed into me, but what surprised me was there was no regret for being with her.
“I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life. And we should be fine.” Brow furrowed, she bit her lip.
“Should be? You’re not on the pill? Maybe I should go get a Plan B pill for you.”
“No, I’m not on the pill. He always used condoms, so I never.…” She trailed off. “Besides, it’s not the right time of t
he month.” She closed her eyes, and I grabbed a washcloth and turned on the warm water.
Her eyes remained closed as I cleaned her up and cursed myself for my stupidity and impulsivity. Then I processed the anger that had surged when she’d merely hinted at the fucker she’d been with.
The thought of any other man’s hands on her had me seeing red. I had to shake my head to get the image to disperse.
Though in the after-sex euphoria I’d claimed her as mine, I knew better. A woman was the last complication I needed in my life.
My only defense for what I’d done was the absolute craziness of the last twenty-four hours.
Once she was clean, I dried her, wiped myself, then tucked my dick in my pants.
“You take the free bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
She looked at me like I had a dick on my forehead. “We just fucked like rabbits in a hotel bathroom. I think we can share a bed so you don’t have to sleep on the floor. Or you could sleep with Presley. She’s small enough.”
“That’s probably not a good idea,” I muttered. The reasons behind that weren’t something I wanted to discuss with her.
“I’ll stay on my side of the bed. That,” her hands waved around toward the counter, “won’t happen again.”
Hesitating, I debated the intelligence of sharing a bed with her. There were things she didn’t know or understand about me.
The problem was, I was tired, drained mentally, and now sexually sated, and I needed sleep. While I could sleep on the floor, I wouldn’t sleep well.
“Fine. Let’s get some sleep.” I waited until she was in the bed facing the wall before I dropped my jeans to the floor and tugged my shirt over my head. Then I climbed in bed, keeping my back to her and space between us.
I expected to lie awake for hours like I usually did, but I drifted off almost immediately.
“”—Motionless In White
I awoke with a start when a heavy arm landed over me and heat pressed against my backside.
Before I could pull away or wake him up, he began to mumble words I couldn’t understand and then pulled me tight to him. It was still dark out and I was tired, so I decided to go back to sleep and not speak of this in the morning.
I’m not sure how long I dozed before I woke to a hand cupping my boob and a hard rod nestled between my butt cheeks. “Oh my God,” I mouthed.
It took a few a minutes to determine he was sleeping.
Trying to decide how to get out of his hold without waking him, I slowly lifted his arm and wiggled little by little to the edge of the bed. Once I was far enough, I gently set his arm down. Chancing a quick peek, I was relieved to see he was still out.
Taking the chance to study him, I followed the story his tattoos told all over his chest and arms. His tousled, dark-golden hair splayed over the pillow where it was long on top. His normally groomed beard was going every which way. Even in repose, his muscles were defined and drool-worthy. I almost giggled that his nipples were pierced too. “Samesies,” I whispered, still feeling sex-drunk from our bathroom escapade.
Speaking of the bathroom, I suddenly was desperate to go. I tiptoed there, pausing to check that Presley was still asleep.
“Oh sweet Jesus.” I caught my reflection as I sat on the toilet. There was no denying I’d been well fucked. Which I couldn’t seem to find in me to regret.
I finished my business and tried to tame my wayward hair. Finding it hopeless, I decided to take a quick shower.
I’d been in there long enough to wash my hair when the curtain moved, and I jumped and squealed. My hands tried in vain to cover my lady bits and my boobs.
A brilliantly white grin was the response I got. “I’ve already seen it, you know. Mind if I join you?”
“In here?” I asked, wide-eyed and squeaky-voiced.
“No, in the parking lot. Yeah, in there.” He didn’t wait for my answer before he climbed in.
“What about Presley?” I grasped at a reason to get him out as I rapidly rinsed the soap from my body.
“She sleeps like the dead until at least seven. It’s six-ten. We’re safe.” Appearing completely without concern, he moved me to the side to get wet. Then swapped us back as he began to soap his body and his hair. Drool pooled in my mouth.
“Umm, I’m done, I can get out,” I offered.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” I blinked dumbly at him.
He grasped my upper arms and switched places with me but held one arm as he rinsed off. Once he was done, he pulled me flush to his front, and his lips captured mine.
Melting against him, I slid my hands up water-slicked skin to his shoulders. He tasted of mint and I realized he’d brushed his teeth without me realizing it.
Our kiss deepened, and a low moan slipped from my throat. His hands skimmed up my spine and down again until he cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed. The motion pulled me against his erection, and I shamelessly rubbed on him.
He broke away, releasing his hold on my ass. “Turn around.”
“We don’t have anything!” I whisper-yelled.
“You said the timing was safe, and I won’t come in you.”
I clenched my thighs at the throbbing between them. I should’ve said no. I should’ve gotten out of the shower. Laughed in his face. Anything.
But did I? Hell no, I turned around like he said.
“Hands on the wall.”
I complied.
He grabbed my hips, pulling back until my back was arched. His fingertips trailed up to trace the ink on my back that ran to my hips, sending a shiver through me.
A single thick finger slid up and down through my folds before sliding in and rubbing against my G-spot until I whimpered. Before I could process that he’d pulled it out, his thick cock was stretching me and shoving deep inside me.
“Oh God,” I sighed. I’d never had a guy as big as he was, and that was the fucking truth. It was the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Every single movement was sheer ecstasy. It was so good, I was on the verge of coming almost immediately. Three rapid thrusts and I came harder than last night. He continued to fuck me through the first orgasm until it bled right into another one.
My head was spinning.
Heart racing.
Limbs trembling.
His hand fisted my hair, yanking me upright as his lips trailed along my neck. Steam billowed around us as his tongue traced my skin. Teeth scraped along the most sensitive areas. I whined and ground against him.
It didn’t matter that a tiny voice in my head was screaming I was crazy. Nor did it matter that I barely knew this man. The thoughts that my crazy ex was after me were mere murmurs against a crashing sea.
Nothing was more important than Matlock’s hands clutching me tightly and his mouth torturing me in pleasure. Every thrust was a loud slap of wet skin against skin as my back bowed and the angle improved.
His constantly moving fingertips that traced my ink and teased me were sending me into sensory overload. Every touch was driving me higher until I shattered once more.
Hands splayed on the shower wall, I bit my own bicep to keep from screaming.
With a moan, he jerked out, then reached around to rub my clit as hot jets of his come splattered across my back and ass. The combination of his fingers working me over and knowing he’d painted me in his come had me quickly climaxing again.
“Jesus, woman. What the fuck kind of voodoo pussy do you have?”
“Me?” I gasped. “You with your wonder cock, there. Christ, you can’t go in and out more than a handful of times and I’m coming!”
He chuckled as he washed off my back in the warm water and pulled me upright. After turning me around, he caged me against the wall and kissed me, ending with a light flick of his tongue. “So what are we going to do about this?”
“What do you mean? I thought we weren’t doing ‘this’ again after last night. Then ‘this’ happened.” My hand rapidly waved between us.
“Are you complain
ing?”
“Well, umm, I mean….” I choked. I really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean I thought it was a good idea.
He rested his forehead against mine briefly before leaning back and looking me in the eye. “Look, I know there is a lot of shit going on in both of our lives and this isn’t something either of us planned. In fact, it was the last thing on my mind. But we’re both consenting adults. If we engage in adult activities that we both enjoy, is that a problem?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.” I took a deep breath. “You have a kid, Lock.” I chewed on my lip in my uncertainty.
“So me having a daughter is a problem for something casual?” Worry filled me as I watched his eyes narrow and chill.
“That’s not what I mean. She’s a cool little girl.” A smile ghosted over my lips. “But I don’t want her getting hurt or confused about what this is. I also don’t want to bring my shit to her.” My lip trembled. If I was honest with myself, there was something about Matlock that made me worry my heart wouldn’t be able to do casual with him.
“Hey. It’s going to be okay.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my eye where tears welled.
“You don’t know that. What if he catches up to us? What if he kills me? What if he kills you because you’re with me and helped me? I need to go the rest of the way on my own.”
“Over my dead body.” His tone held something I couldn’t decipher.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” Pressing my lips together in a flat line, I ducked under his arm and reached for a towel. He didn’t stop me, but he did shut the water off and watch me intently as he dried off too.
“Between me, Gunny, and Soap, that piece of shit isn’t going to get near you.” The towel was secured low on his hips, and he ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back.
“You don’t know that. You can’t guarantee that. I need to split off from you. It’s what’s best.”
I turned away, but he clasped my upper arm firmly, making me face him. “No.”
“Why are you being so ridiculous about this? It was just yesterday that you didn’t want me on this trip with you at all.” Exasperation colored my words.
“Look, maybe this changed things. I don’t know why or how, but it did. I’m not ready to let you go.”
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