by Maren Lee
He felt safe with this plan, as there would be night patrols set up for Highway 27. If that piece of shit white van were to show up anywhere, Wesson and Sergeant Dalton would be able to take care of it. Justin wished he could be the one to find the motherfucker and yank his ass out of his seat at gunpoint, though. He’d make sure to gently place the cuffs on him and carefully put him in the back of the patrol vehicle. Pieces of shit like this guy deserved the best treatment after all.
He’d decided he would tell Chloe that he wanted to take her to the Inn for a romantic, relaxing night. That was believable, right? He’d forgotten to grab Avery’s travel kennel and didn’t have time to go back to the house to get it. Thankfully, Brenden insisted on taking Avery for the night. Brenden would kennel her at his place so that Justin wouldn’t have to worry about finding her a place to sleep at the Inn.
When he got back to the break room, Chloe was just finishing wiping down the table. His stomach twisted at the thought of hiding all of this from her. She would lose it if she knew just how close the creep had really gotten to the two of them. He had no choice at this point, though. Now that he was part of the equation and Sullivan knew who he was to Chloe, he had to keep her calm and safe. She would immediately blame herself if she knew that David found out where he lived. This sweet beautiful woman was always thinking of everyone else instead of herself. He knew it was her sweet nature that kept her from being able to ignore people like David Sullivan when they would talk to her. She would never want to hurt anyone else. He flashed back to the hurt in her eyes last summer when he rejected the feelings between them. The guilt of hurting her tore him to pieces. I will never do that to her again. Ever.
Justin walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed the sweet pulse point in her neck, “You ready, darlin’?”
“I’m always ready for you, babe.” She turned in his arms and looked up at him.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
She smiled at him and bit her lower lip. God damn he came undone when she did that.
“So...sweetheart, I’ve got an evening planned for us at the Runaway Inn tonight. Alone time. Just you and me. No worrying about Avery. No making the bed in the morning. We can roll around in the sheets all we want. What do you say?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? You don’t want to just go home?”
“No, baby. I want some hot and sweaty hotel sex with you.” He winked, but was afraid the sound of his voice didn’t quite sell it. Apparently it did.
“That does sound amazing. But can we swing by the house first so I can get my shower bag and a change of clothes?”
“You don’t need to worry about clothes; you won’t be in them for long, anyway. Plus, there’s already shower supplies there.”
“Well, you just thought of everything didn’t you?”
“I did. Let’s roll, babe. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can have my hands and mouth all over your sweet body.”
She reached for his hand, “Let’s go.”
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Justin was practically silent the entire ride to the Runaway Inn. The impromptu plan wasn’t his style, but she didn’t know how to articulate her confusion, so she chose to chalk it up to his long shitty day. Maybe Avery was more hands on today with the search for the missing person? Yeah, that could be it. She’d keep telling herself that. If you repeat it you’ll believe it, right? Bullshit.
When they pulled up to the motel, Justin insisted on getting out of the truck first and walking around to help her out. He did that weird crowding thing that he’d done earlier today and when they left the office tonight. What the hell was his problem? How was she going to bring up his odd behavior? Something is fishy...
Chloe started walking toward the front desk to check in, but Justin steered her the opposite direction. “Don’t we need to get a key?” she asked.
“Already taken care of, babe.”
Okay, weird. When in the hell did he have time to just magically get a key? A tingly feeling went down her spine as she wondered if perhaps the threat had increased and no one had bothered to tell her. What the hell?
Justin practically pressed her body through the door while he was unlocking the deadbolt with a big, gold key straight out of the ‘70s. It had been years since she’d been in a place that didn’t have key cards to unlock the doors. He continued to look around them as he swung the door open. She didn't have a chance to take a step and he was carrying her through the door jamb with one arm wrapped around her waist. Her feet were dangling five inches off of the ground.
“Justin, what is going on?! You don’t need to carry me I can wa-” Before she could finish her sentence Justin had slammed the door, flipped the deadbolt, spun her around, pushed her against the door, and put his mouth on hers. She could feel tension in his jaw as he moved his lips against hers. His passion for her was consuming; any thought of confronting him about his odd behavior vanished.
His tongue slid from one side of her mouth to the other, begging for permission to breach her lips. She spread her lips slightly and his tongue thrust in to meet hers. He pushed her harder against the door, grabbed the back of her thighs, and lifted her to his groin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and increased the hold she had on his neck with her arms. She could feel his hard length pressing against her heat through his 5.11s. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of his hard cock spreading her wide and filling her to the hilt. Chloe let out a soft moan against his mouth. Justin released her mouth and placed his cheek to hers. He was breathing heavily but managed to let out a whisper, “Need you. Now.”
“Take me,” she countered.
He let her slowly slide to the ground, feeling his length pressing into her, moving from her core that was covered with denim, up to her belly when her feet hit the floor.
“Lose those.” He pointed to her capris. Justin snapped off his duty belt and slid his pants to the floor. His cock bounced when the waistband of his boxer briefs slid over the top of his erection.
Holy fuck, he’s hard. Like really fucking hard.
She'd just finished kicking off her capris when he met her at the foot of the bed. His hands slid under her shirt grabbing the bottom as he yanked it over her head. She took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt at the top, loosening the collar and allowing a peek at his chest. Chloe moved in and kissed in between his hard, tense pecs, he grabbed her chin after one chaste kiss and tilted it toward him.
“I need to feel you,” he said with a growl at her lips. “How do you want it?”
“Any way you want me, baby.”
Justin yanked his shirt up and over his head rather than finish unbuttoning it and then grabbed the tacky, floral comforter and pulled it completely off the king sized bed. Just clean, white sheets awaited them. He grabbed her hips and spun her around. He bent her over the end of the bed.
“Put your knees on the mattress. Bend over and let me see that ass.” Chloe felt a quick throb and gush of moisture at hearing his words. She obeyed immediately. God, he made her so hot. She could feel the cream dripping down the inside of her thigh.
“Chlo’. Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” He placed his fingers on her shoulders and began to lightly tease them down her back. A shudder rolled through her body. His need for her was radiating and her core was responding. “Jus’, that feels amazing.”
His fingers met at the rear clasp of the mint colored bra that was caging her taut nipples. He released the hooks and she felt the blood flow straight to the fullness of her breasts as they were freed. The straps slowly slid off her shoulders and down her arms. The rush of want through her body. It felt like a roller coaster when your stomach begins to tighten right before you hit the top and fall into pure pleasure.
His fingers continued to tease down her back to the dimples above her ass cheeks. She felt a shiver spread across her back side. He bent down to her back and kissed the sensitive spots as he pushed her upper body down to the bed. His left hand ran down
her left thigh while his right continued south to the crease separating her. He slipped his finger below the soft lace of her matching panties that showcased what she felt was her best asset. He reached the dampness at her hot, wet center. He slid one finger inside and then pulled out to separate her velvety soft folds, placing his finger on the plump pearl that was aching for attention.
She felt electricity head straight from her clit to her stomach. Instinctively, she pushed her hips back to let him know she was ready and needed him. Justin pulled her panties down until they were at her knees. Her face was pressed to the mattress. Her ass was in the air. She felt vulnerable, but so hot. So ready. Justin put his finger to his mouth and sucked all her flavor off, “So fucking good. Sweet, tangy. All you.” Chloe bit the side of her lower lip to fight back a whimper of need for him. She felt another drip follow the trail down her left thigh and her pussy throbbed. Justin was still standing on the floor behind her. The bed was high enough off the ground that it was the perfect height for his 6’5” frame. He placed the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pressed the swollen head of his arousal to her center. He pushed slowly and slid into her.
She felt every muscle inside of her swallow his length, inch by inch, until his thighs met the back of hers. They both groaned in satisfaction. “Damn, woman. Every time I sink into you. So good. Every. Time.” Justin took a deep breath and placed his hands on her hips to brace her for what was to come. Holy fuck did she ever want it. He began to move his hips, out slowly and in hard and fast. He created a rhythm that built her orgasm higher than she’d ever felt before. The sound of their coupling was arousing in and of itself. She could hear her wetness and his balls slapping against her ass. Chloe moaned his name, “Ohhh, Jus’.”
Justin leaned down, covered her back, put his mouth against her ear. “You feel so good, baby.” Still he kept the rhythm. In and out. She could feel his length swelling.
“Oh my god, Justin!” she screamed.
“Fuck. Love fuckin’ you. So good.” he grunted. He was close. “So tight.” His voice was rough. Sexy. “Love this.” That was it. She was ready. One last pass and she felt herself letting go. A free falling feeling moved through her body. She flexed her dripping muscles and pulled the orgasm out of his cock as they came undone together.
It felt like an eternity before she hit the bottom of her personal pleasure rollercoaster. She was still on an orgasmic high, slowly coming back to reality when Justin wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her between her shoulder blades. He rolled them to their left sides and held her tight, still seated in her as his length softened and slowly slid out of her and then pulled her further up toward the head of the bed. She could feel his heart thumping on her back in unison with hers. In that moment, she knew he was the one. She certainly hadn’t seen it coming. Hadn’t planned it. Had even guarded herself against it. And it had only been a week. But Justin was it for her. She knew his heart beat for hers just as much as hers did for him. She was going to force him to believe it if he didn’t come to the conclusion himself. She let herself relax and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to savor the moment.
He held her close as they rested in silence. This was enough for her. She didn’t need any explanations. He said it through his tight grasp on her. He said it with his soft kisses on her shoulder. In her head she could hear herself saying, “I love you, too.” When he was ready he would say it. She could wait.
Chapter 17
Chloe scrolled through her newsfeed on Facebook. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. All of her friends were having babies, buying houses, getting divorced or remarried.Five years ago when she would log on everyone seemed to be in a serious relationship or had just walked down the aisle. Now almost everybody was hitting yet another big milestone before she had even hit the first one.
Her post orgasmic smile was started to fade. But then she heard Justin’s voice singing Bon Jovi’s Wanted. Loudly. And very out of tune. Chloe laughed. She was so comfortable being completely herself with him. His voice guitar solo was hilariously terrible, but he was so damn cute for trying. She hummed along with him and burst out laughing every time he forgot the words and mumbled some nonsense.
Mid-chorus the hotel phone rang, startling her and bringing her back to reality. Should she answer it? It wasn’t her room, but it could be someone from work for Justin? After the third ring she decided to pick up.
“Hello?”
A male voice responded, “Corporal Hunt, please?”
“He’s busy. Can I take a message?”
“The message for him at the front desk.”
“Okay. I’ll let him know.”
She hung up the phone. Round two of Bon Jovi had just started. This time Shot Through the Heart. She swooned a little. She knew she had a little while before he would be out of the shower. Chloe fussed for a minute about overstepping her bounds and retrieving his messages for him. But at the same time she wanted to be helpful. Fuck it. She was already partially dressed in her t-shirt and panties, so she decided to put her jeans and flip flops on and head to the front desk. Justin had requested she leave her bra off. She was only going to the front desk. She could cross her arms and hide her headlights. She didn’t want to wait to get the message, just in case it was work. She knew he fussed about anything work related. Maybe this is a bad idea, Chloe. You know how mad he gets when you leave without telling him! The front desk was less than 30 yards from the room, she’d be there and back in no time. Come on, you’ll be fine. Chloe jotted down a note for him just incase he came out and she wasn’t there.
Went to grab a message for you at the front desk. Be right back. xoxoxo
Chloe opened the door to their room. It was almost pitch black outside. Had it not been for the stars in the clear Montana sky, there wouldn’t have been much to guide her way other than the dim light above the door to the small lobby. The stars were more visible up here than any place she’d ever been. It must be that clean Montana air. She took a deep breath of it. She wouldn’t mind staying here. She was hopeful she’d have a good reason to stay.
She left the door to the room propped open, barely resting on the jamb so that she wouldn’t lock herself out. Ten long steps into the walk she started feeling uneasy, lonely, uncomfortable. She was trying to place the feelings she was having, because they weren’t making any sense to her. She wasn’t lonely now; she had Justin. The only thing that should make her feel uneasy was the thought of being without him. But the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t go away.
Chloe shook her head, attempting to dismiss her thoughts. 15 yards left, 10, 7, 3, she counted in her head. For just a millisecond, she thought she saw something in the shadows around the side of the lobby door. She had to be imagining the movement. There was no one here. They were in the middle of nowhere and she hadn’t seen any other guests check in tonight. There was only five cars in the parking lot, all of them in front of a room except for a red truck. It must be the front desk clerk’s vehicle. Nothing to worry about, Chloe. Sheesh. Paranoid, much?
She stepped up onto the sidewalk and reached for the door handle. The tips of her fingers were about to make contact when she felt something cold and hard press to the side of her temple. Her stomach clenched. Her breath hitched. The shadow she thought she’d imagined wasn’t a shadow at all. It was a man in dark blue jeans, a black jacket, and a black knit ski mask. No.
This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t real, could it? Chloe began to shake with fear. She had a gun pointed at the side of her head. Maybe this was all just a dream? Chloe closed her eyes tight and opened them only to find herself still in the nightmare.
Her voice was panicked but quiet. She managed to squeak out, “Please, whatever you want you can have it. I don’t have my purse with me, there is a twenty in my back pocket-”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” The voice commanded.
Chloe pursed her lips together as tears began to stream and her body started to convulse
. “No,” she gasped. The front desk was around the corner inside the building. No one could see her where they stood. “Please, I-”
“Not another word, cunt. Or you’re dead. Turn around slowly,” he said sharply.
Turning clockwise slowly she faced the parking lot. He’d moved the gun off of her temple, but it was still pointed directly at her head.
“Move.”
She stepped on to the pavement and over the concrete parking barrier.
“Stop.” He commanded when they stood next to the rear passenger door of the red pickup. She sensed a familiarness to the voice. It’s David Sullivan, Chloe. Chloe continued to shake. She knew she only had one chance to run. If he got her into the pickup, she would lose any opportunity she had to get away. He went to reach for the handle. In doing so, he moved the gun down lower to his side. This was it. Now. Run, Chloe.
