This was it. There would be no going back for him if he didn't stop now. Maybe not even then.
"Joe?" Gwen's voice was hesitant.
"Yes sweetheart."
"What's wrong?"
He looked down at the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. "Nothing."
"Then why did you stop touching me?"
He ran the tips of his fingers over her ribcage, letting them slowly trail the swell of her breast before circling her nipple. "I was enjoying the view. I apologize."
She gave him a sly smile. "Don't let it happen again."
She didn't have to worry about that. He bent to nuzzle between the softness of her breasts, breathing in. Even her faintly floral perfume couldn't cover up the sweet smell that was only hers.
He licked the valley between her perfectly plump mounds. As good as she smelled, she tasted better. He sucked at the creamy white flesh, pulling it into his mouth before letting go, leaving it pink and flushed.
Gwen wrapped her fingers in his hair and tried unsuccessfully to use her grip to direct his mouth to a tightly puckered nipple. Pulling her with him he scooted further onto the mattress until he could feel the length of her body under him. He braced his knees on either side of her thighs.
“Joe.”
She was breathless. He could check that one off his list. Now it was time to see if he could make her moan. He slid one hand under her head gripping her hair as he kissed her hard, letting his tongue invade her mouth as the other hand gently kneaded her breast, plucking at the nipple. A soft moan escaped her mouth only to be lost in his. Not good enough.
His lips left hers and moved to her breast, immediately sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it, relishing the feel of the tight little bead. Her moans became louder as he flicked across it teasing it with his teeth, letting them scrape gently across the puckered nub.
Gwen was writhing beneath him, trying to work her legs free. He tightened his knees beside her knowing having her legs wrapped around him would be his undoing.
Gwen tugged at his shirt, pulling it until it bunched across his chest, stopped from going any further by his arms. He lifted up, reaching one hand behind his head to grab the fabric and pull it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. He moved back down to her, but her hand firmly in the middle of his chest stopped him, keeping him upright.
Her eyes never left his as she tugged down the waistband of his shorts, reaching in to pull his throbbing dick free. He looked down at her hand, wrapped firmly around him. He could feel his pulse throbbing against her cool palm.
He leaned into her grip, his shaft sliding further into her hand. He watched as he pulled back, his darker skin against the creamy softness of hers. He pushed back, sliding through her grip, the sensitive tip of his cock bumping against her smooth belly.
“Son of a bitch.” He pulled free, instantly missing the feel of her, any part of her squeezing him tightly, but if he kept going, he was going to come into her hand and onto her belly.
He laid his body onto hers, letting his mouth roam down her neck and across her shoulders. Suddenly, catching him by surprise, she flipped them over, giving him no time to react or try to maintain his position.
She smiled as she sat atop him, her legs straddling him. She laced her fingers into his as she leaned forward, pressing their joined hands into the pillows behind his head. She kissed his lips, his jaw, his neck as she trailed her breasts back and forth across his bare chest. She sat up straight, releasing his hands to splay her palms across his chest. Slowly, resting part of her weight against his chest, she began to move her hips forward and back, dragging her pink panties up and down him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and all he could think about was making sure she was his.
Every other worry, everything else that was happening around them, none of it mattered. What mattered was that she would be his, and he wanted to make her his now.
He flipped her back under him, tugging her panties down her long legs.
Unhindered, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her. She was swollen, the heat from her body warming his hand. He stroked his fingers along the seam, moving easily into her soaked folds. He slid one finger deep inside, her body clenching around it as she whispered his name.
“I want you inside me.”
He wanted to give Gwen everything. He wanted this to be perfect. He wanted to show her he would take care of her in every way, but if he waited much longer, he would be giving her very little over a very short time.
Shoving his pants down his legs, he pressed kisses up her neck to her mouth, covering her mouth with his as he leaned into her, grabbing his dick to guide it in. He froze.
Wait.
Oh God.
He didn’t have any condoms. They were neatly tucked into his bedside table waiting for the end of their perfectly planned evening.
No, no, no, no, no. He dropped his throbbing cock and collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her hair as he gulped in air, trying to get his need under control.
He felt Gwen chuckle underneath him. “You all right?”
He raised up. He had to tell her tonight was not going to be their night. Tomorrow probably wouldn’t be either. Actually, until they could get out of this hotel, they were out of luck. Talk about delayed gratification.
She slid her hand behind the pillow under her head, pulling out a square foil packet. “Would you like this?”
If he had any doubts about whether or not he would love this woman, they would have all been gone when he saw that beautiful purple pack.
He reached to take it from her hand. “I would.”
She yanked it back, out of his reach. “I have conditions.”
“Conditions?”
“Mmmhmm.” She smiled as she reached between them to stroke his cock. “I want to be on top.”
“No way.” He loved that she was a strong woman. He loved that she wasn’t scared to tell him what she wanted. He loved that she liked to be in charge, and any other time, he would probably have gone along, but not this time. Not the first time. “Not gonna happen.”
“I guess it’ll be a long night then.” She wrapped her hand around the rubber before sliding it back under her pillow.
He had to laugh. He slid his fingers against her, finding the swollen nub of flesh he knew would be her undoing. Making slow circles with his finger, he teased her until he could feel her body tensing under his touch. She gasped when he stopped, her body sagging as he left her needing release.
“You sure you don’t want to give me that condom?”
She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut as he ran his hand up her body to trace circles around one nipple then crossed to the other. He dipped his head to nibble at the tip, her frustrated gasps only egging him on.
He slid his hand back down, this time sliding his finger back inside, curving gently until he found the most elusive of spots. Gwen’s body arched off the bed as he stroked against it while using his thumb to rub against her clit. She clawed at the sheets as she rolled her head from side to side. Just when he could feel her climax building he stopped.
He leaned down, tugging her earlobe between his teeth before running open mouth kisses down her neck. He leaned into her ear. “Please.”
He felt the packet being pressed into his hand. In less than ten seconds it was ripped open and rolled in place, the tip of his cock resting against her.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus. This was going to be both the shortest and the longest ten minutes of his life. He was going to have to work very hard to make each one count.
He was about to push into her when Gwen’s voice in his ear made him stop.
“Joe?”
He pulled back and pushed up on his elbows. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”
He brushed her hair back and cradled her face in his hands. A small line of tears shimmered at the corners of each eye.
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He’d rushed this. God damn it, he knew he should have slept on that fucking couch. He used his thumbs to swipe at the drops as they fell from her eyes. “Please don’t cry. We don’t have to do this.” He tried to roll off her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together tightly at the ankles.
“No.” She hooked her arms around his biceps holding tightly to him. “It’s not that.” She took a shaky breath. “I really like you.” She ran her fingers across the large tattoo covering his shoulder before leaning to run her lips gently across it. “All of you.” As the words left her mouth, she pulled her hips into him, sinking onto him.
He was inside her.
She was so hot, so tight. He gritted his teeth as he tried to keep from coming right then. He hadn’t been ready and it showed.
He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he tried to regroup. Slowly he backed out and slid back in, somehow she felt even tighter this time, squeezing him in a way that was making it impossible for him to keep it together.
He felt her thighs quiver around him. Oh thank God. He pulled back and slid in a third time.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please. I’m about to--"
That was all he needed to hear. He plunged in and out of her, until she clung to him as her body shattered around him, her release followed immediately by his. He buried himself deep inside her as he poured into that damn condom, wishing just a little bit it was her he was filling.
His hair was still wrapped around her fingers, her body still tangled in his as he slumped against her, completely exhausted, mentally and physically, but feeling better than he had in his whole life.
He stayed like that, not wanting to move, and end the moment, but ultimately, he had business to take care of. He pulled free of her, being careful not to make a mess before sliding the condom free.
“I’ll be right back sweetheart.” He was off the bed and halfway to the bathroom when he heard Gwen’s voice behind him.
“I have a whole box of those.”
Twenty-Three
“Shit.”
Gwen was on the toilet for the fourth time in an hour, every little bit she managed to pee burning like the fires of hell. She peeked between her legs into the bowl at the pink tinged water.
She wanted to cry. It had been so long since she’d had any sort of regular sex that she had forgotten a very important rule.
Always, always pee after. Now she was paying the price.
She’d probably think it was worth it after she had a couple days worth of antibiotics running through her system. Until then she would be cursing the moment she told Joe she brought a whole damn box of condoms with her.
In less than two days it was reduced by half.
She leaned forward resting her chest on her knees and tried to breathe as her belly cramped, the pain making her feel sick as a cold sweat dotted her forehead. She was going to have to figure out a way to deal with this before it got any worse.
After splashing some cool water on her face and pulling her hair back she crept into the darkened room. Silently, she pulled on the closest pair of pants and shoes she could find. She unzipped the front pocket of her purse to get the cash she'd grabbed while she was packing her stuff and her new cop friends were checking her house for angry bikers.
Hopefully the hotel shop had cranberry juice and Motrin. If she could just take the edge off until she got home tonight she would be okay.
That was if she got to go home tonight. Heath better be figuring something out. If not… Her stomach cramped and the urge to pee swept over her again. If not, she would be the one doing the killing.
She slid silently out the door, holding the handle so it closed quietly behind her. She would be back before Joe woke up and he would never know she ‘couldn’t be trusted’ as Heath would say. Did say. Ass.
The shop downstairs was empty. It was way too early on a Sunday morning for most people to be out and about yet.
“If I want something can you ring me up?”
The unamused middle-aged man at the desk nodded before looking back down at the classifieds. Probably not too many job openings for Mr. Personality.
She made a bee line for the darkened shop, scanning as fast as she could. Thankfully they had a rack of single dose medications. She pulled three ibuprofen packs off the metal hanger and headed to the cooler. Passing the large window that made up the front wall, something outside caught her eye.
Thank God.
She went to shove her packs back on their hook then headed for the door. Standing in the hotel vestibule, Gwen looked up and down the road.
A few cars splashed through what was left of last night’s thunderstorm. Nothing looked odd. No suspicious looking individuals just waiting to pounce on her. They were all probably overreacting anyway.
She headed out the sliding doors and jaywalked across the street, moving quickly. Overreacting or not, she needed to hurry. If Joe figured out she was gone, he would not be happy.
If it hadn’t been an emergency, she wouldn’t have left. She would have stayed, still happily snuggled in bed beside him, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She held her breath until she was safely through the doors of the drug store, the bright fluorescent lights a stark contrast to the dull dreariness of the morning outside. She hurried to the pain relievers, grabbing a big bottle as she passed. Next she found those blessed little red pills that would hopefully calm her burning urethra until she got a sturdy antibiotic. Shoving two boxes under her arm, she headed to the coolers at the back of the store.
The juices were on the bottom shelf of the open cooler. Squatting down, she pulled two plastic bottles of cranberry out of their slot and stood back up to head to the register. She backed up and bumped right into someone, dropping the boxes under her arm. “Shit.”
She looked up to apologize and found a very large bearded man in all black glowering down at her. Her stomach dropped as she backed away.
What in the hell had she been thinking? Now she was going to die all because she was too embarrassed to tell a man they’d had a little too much sex and now she had a urinary tract infection. Death by UTI.
“You dropped your stuff.” The big man bent down to retrieve her pills and held them out to her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
She grabbed them with a shaky hand, adrenaline coursing through her body. He wasn’t here to take her to the woods and kill her after all. Gwen let out the breath she'd been holding. She needed to get a freaking grip.
She tried to give him a smile, not really sure if it worked, then thanked him as she scurried away, hauling ass to the register. She needed to get back to that room before she let herself get any more worked up over nothing.
The woman at the checkout gave her a knowing, sympathetic smile. She handed her the bag and receipt. “Hope ya feel better honey.”
“Thanks.”
She stood just outside the door and ripped open the pain meds, swallowing three with a swig of the cold juice then tore into the other box and pushed two from their protective foil, walking toward the road as she popped them into her mouth.
Waiting at the side of the road for an oncoming car to pass, she tipped back the cranberry, adding those pills to the first three. Hopefully they would get to work quickly.
She dropped the half empty bottle of juice into the bag and stepped onto the road as the car passed her. Her foot barely hit the pavement when brake lights shined beside her as the car came to a sudden stop. The trunk popped as heavy arms wrapped around her middle and across her face.
She was pulled back tightly against a body, the arm across her face cutting off her voice and her air. She swung her elbows back hard into whoever was behind her, putting all her strength into causing as much pain as possible.
“You ain’t big enough to hurt me darling.”
The deep voice in her ear only made her fight harder. She stomped her heel down on the top of the man’s boot, wincing in pain, as the
steel toe dug into her flesh through the thin sole of her slip-on.
“I told you, you wasn’t strong enough.” He laughed, his breath hot on her neck.
She needed to think. She closed her eyes as she tried to come up with a way out of this. If Joe wasn’t exaggerating, she was as good as dead if they managed to take her.
“Stop fuckin’ around. Just stuff her in there. We gotta get outa here.” She opened her eyes as the other man tried to grab her away.
She didn't want to go in the trunk, or any of the car for that matter, but if she had to end up in that trunk, she could kick out the tail lights and someone might see her. Maybe.
Gwen's vision was starting to get dotted. She tried to fight her head loose, at least to the point she could get a little air in. She could not pass out or it was over.
“Hell no. I think Ima keep her with me.”
“Whatever. Just get her in the Goddamn car.” The other man went back to the driver’s door as the guy behind her started to drag her to the other side of the car.
She went limp, dragging her feet, making it as hard as possible on him and trying desperately to think of something she could do to stop this. She looked as far as her eyes could move. The streets were as empty as when she set out for the store a few minutes ago, not a soul in sight to witness what was happening.
The man flung open the back door and tried to maneuver her in. The driver was turned around watching the struggle. “What the fuck is taking so long Cooter?”
You've got to be kidding. She was being kidnapped by a guy named Cooter?
“She’s heavier than she fuckin’ looks asshole.” He loosened his grip on her face as he tried to wrangle her limp body.
The minute she felt the give she let loose, screaming her head off. The amount of air she had left in her lungs was actually pretty surprising given she was not far from blacking out a couple seconds ago.
She sucked in a quick breath and started to scream again, bracing her arms and legs against the door jam as she did. Please God, let someone hear me.
The man in the front turned wildly in the car looking to see if anyone was there to see the commotion. “Shut her the fuck up man!”
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