We walk up the steps and I reach the door of room two-thirteen. “Where’s my room?” she asks, scanning the hall.
“Right here.” I open the door for her and she brushes past me. I’m sure she’s still mad about my little stunt on the highway. And I’m not gonna lie, I loved touching her wet little pussy while racing down the road.
Sure, she didn’t care for the trick, but I’ll tell you this now, she fucking loved having my finger running over her heated skin.
She was wetter than any other woman I’ve ever touched. And the way she moaned out just a bit when I slid past her panties was enough to tell me she loved it. And she probably wants it to happen again.
Or maybe it’s just me who wants it to happen again.
Real soon.
I cross into the room after her and toss my duffle on the floor.
“Um, what are you doing?” she asks, glancing around like I’ve stepped into the wrong room.
“You’re my roomie tonight.” I plop onto my back on the bed and shove my hands behind my head.
“Uh, no no no. No. We are a wholesome couple who doesn’t need to room together. Besides we’re in some small town in the middle of America. I doubt any reporters are snooping around for a story.”
I laugh at her reaction, the tinge of pink lighting up her cheeks. “You can never be too sure.”
“Danger, you need to get another room.”
“Can’t do that.” I cross my legs at the ankles, all stretched out.
“Fine.” Her lips are tightly pressed into a firm line. “I’ll get another room.”
“I’m afraid you can’t do that either.” I sit up, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. “They’re all booked up. It’s one night. I’m sure your virtue will be safe with me.” I head past her, into the bathroom to take a shower.
“I doubt that,” she mumbles as I pass.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. You know what would really relax my muscles is having Monterey in this shower with me. I think back to the way she felt against my fingertips in the car and my cock comes to life.
Am I really going to do this right now? With her on the other side of the wall? Fuck yeah, I am.
I fist my dick, remembering the way she moaned when my finger moved over her. How responsive she was to my touch. I move my hand up and down, running my thumb over the bead of precum at the tip.
God, what I wouldn’t give to have Monterey in this shower with me right now. On her knees. Her full pink lips wrapped around my hard cock. I shouldn’t be thinking about her this way. I have one rule I live by, actually I have a few, but when it comes to women I have one. Don’t think about one woman twice.
I’ve already jerked off to the thought of Monterey three times now. Maybe once a month back when I first met her.
But my dick lives by no rules. He has no conscience. He doesn’t have to run the fear of falling for one person for the rest of his life.
So, I continue stroking myself, pressing my forehead against the tile as I feel the pressure build. “Monterey,” I groan out, knowing full well I shouldn’t be saying her name. But my body no longer cares.
My dick wants release. My body begs for it.
And by fuck, I’m gonna give it to me. I deserve it.
I stroke a few more times, my whole body contracting as my orgasm crests over the horizon. And then, it’s one big freefall as I come over and over, thinking about Monterey’s soft lips sucking my cock deep down her throat.
Chapter 10
Monterey
The thought of Danger in the shower does things to me. Naughty things. I’ve been trying not to think about his finger sliding over me in the car since the moment it happened.
It’s impossible.
It was hands down the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me.
Seriously.
I’ve never been touched like that before, while speeding down the interstate. I can see why Danger gets so much attention. His reckless, carefree attitude is attractive to a point. The breaking point is when he puts my life in danger.
My father says sometimes Danger’s a liability. That he could be one of the greatest drivers racing has ever seen if he doesn’t kill himself first.
Because some of the things Danger’s done to this point in time is insane. The fact that he isn’t dead yet is a miracle.
My thoughts get jumbled the moment he steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips.
“I forgot my bag.”
I cross my arms. “Oh right. I’m sure you planned to bring your bag.” I sometimes feel like he’s messing with me. Like he’s waiting to see if he can ruffle my feathers.
Or maybe it’s the fact he wants to sleep with me.
Well, of course he does. I’m a woman and I’m breathing. I think that’s the only two qualifications he has to sleep with someone.
There’s nothing special about me. I’m convenience on a set of long legs.
Danger lifts a brow. “You caught me. My plan is to get you drunk on my body. Get you to beg for it. So we can fuck all night.”
My cheeks flush. Why is the word fuck so sexy? The way it rolls off his tongue, with an emphasis on the ‘ck’ of the word. It makes me think of the actual act of fucking. What it would be like with him.
I don’t even want to know.
“My turn,” I say, rushing past him, making sure I grab my bag with me so I won’t need to come out in a towel like he has.
“Need a towel? You can use mine.” He flings off his towel, and I make the mistake of looking right at him.
And I do mean him.
A whole lot of him. Wow.
I’m speechless as I try to remember how to act. I need to turn away. I need to, probably, close my mouth and wipe the drool.
It’s semi-erect and big enough to declare a war. My body heats just at the sight of it, and the possibility of it.
The thing that really turns me on is Danger’s face. Like he removed the towel to get a rise out of me, but now that my full attention is on him it’s affecting him more than it should.
And maybe it is.
I decide to get my own rise out of him. Pardon the pun.
I step closer, reaching out my hand to take his towel. “Why thank you, Danger,” I say his name, letting it purr off my tongue. “How very thoughtful.” I step even closer.
“What are you doing?” he asks, obviously not ready for a taste of his own medicine.
“I’m thanking you for the towel.” I lower to my knees, my eyes connecting with his.
His eyebrows shoot up and his hand wraps around his dick. “Thank away.”
Ugh. I stand up, and yank the towel from his hands. “You’re a pig.” I stomp into the bathroom, not really sure what I was thinking.
I thought it was a game. And I just lost. I wanted Danger to say no, push me away, know that I’m not one of his slutty women he can do whatever he wants with and never speak of it again.
I’m his girlfriend. Even if it is pretend, he needs to respect me a little. He needs to know that this thing between us can never go there.
There will never be any sex. No kissing. No touching me under my skirt as he speeds down the interstate.