Page 23 of Danger

The motel is one of those right off the highway deals where all rooms face the street.

Monterey’s back in the front seat, her phone call to her father obviously over.

“What did Daddy Dearest say?”

“I just let him know we’ll be there tomorrow. He has a lot of things to go over with you at the track. So I figured I could drive the rest of the way so you can get some more rest.”

I start the engine, pulling through the parking lot. “I like that idea.” I park the car right in front of our room, and step out.

“Pop the trunk. I need my bags.”

I do as she says, popping the trunk and pulling out her roll luggage and then pulling out my duffle. I still haven’t told her about the one room, and I’m actually looking forward to the moment she finds out.

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.

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