Page 32 of Devil's Due: Sarge

She nods but continues to stand, unmoving. She’s a damn human icicle. I start fighting with the shirt plastered to her body while using my other hand to get the shower going. The jean shorts are a little harder with the wet denim suction cupped to her skin. Lastly, I get her bra and panties off and get her under the hot spray.

Her entire body sighs. It’s as visual as it is audible.

After about a minute, her lips have pinked back to their normal color and she’s finally able to lift her eyes to look at me. She blinks a few times and asks, “What about you? You have to be freezing, too… I worry there won’t be enough hot water in a place like this.”

To be honest, I’d worried about that too. These small-town hotels aren’t the same as what we get in the medium to big towns. There’s no guarantee that every person gets hot water, but wasn’t worried enough to keep me from caring for her first. Given her clear invitation, at least it seems clear to me, I strip down, climbing into the spray behind her. I wrap my arms around her and hold on, trying to get us both warm.

Once her trembling has eased, I turn off the spray and get us out of the shower before she has a chance to get cold again.

This isn’t an upscale destination leaving robes hanging in the bathroom for guests, which means we have to make do with towels wrapped around us and collect our clothing to carry it out to the room. Before anything else, I crank up the heater, then we drape the dripping garments over chairs and the table in front of the heater to dry them off.

“Well, that took a turn for the unexpected.” She tries to laugh the situation off.

“Get into bed, baby. Need you to stay warm until our clothes dry.”

She must be cold because she doesn’t even do the check around the bedroom looking for bugs; she just crawls in like I asked her to do.

“Should we turn on the TV?” she asks. “…so we can keep an eye on the weather?”

I chuckle. “I think we can keep an eye on the weather right through the window. But yeah, let’s do that.” I pick up the remote, flip on the TV, and find The Weather Channel. And it hits me, I’m lying in bed with a naked woman and I’m not about to hit that because it’s not the right time. Instead, I pull her into my arms and just hold her while the storm rages outside. I’m in so deep.

You’d think it was nighttime out instead of midday. The storm doesn't seem to be letting up. As soon as our underwear is dry, because they are what would dry first, I reach over and grab them off the chairs in order for us not to be completely naked. If we end up needing to get out of this room fast, I don’t want to have to take extra time to get dressed.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the storm begins to move away from us. As I watch the retreating weather, I come to a decision. “Seeing as our clothes aren’t dry yet and we’re not that far from our destination, I think we’ll just stay here tonight and head out earlier tomorrow.”

She nods.

Once our clothes are dry, we’re both hungry, and it feels like the storm is far enough past us for us to venture out and find something to eat, Greer and I head down to the truck, and there’s debris everywhere. Half the town looks dark. There’s a downed powerline about a block down and on the opposite side of the street from where we are. We’re going to have a hell of a time maneuvering our way out of here. There’s even a small compact car flipped on its side in street parking outside what looks like a brick building with apartments on the second floor over a storefront. The owner of the car, a young woman about Greer’s age, maybe a little younger, is trying to flip the damn thing back up right by herself. Why is no one out helping her?

I take Greer’s hand and lead her over to the woman with her overturned car. “Hey,” I call out to her. “You’re never going to get that car over by yourself.”

She turns around and when her eyes land on me, they grow huge, but then as they shift over to Greer, they settle.

“Hi.” Greer introduces herself. “I’m Greer, and this is Sarge.” She points to me. “He’s really strong, but even with Sarge on our team, I don’t think the three of us are going to be able to flip this back up right. We’re going to need to find some other bodies.”

“I’m Finlay, and I think you might be right.” If I didn’t have Greer on my arm, I’d definitely want to get to know her better. Legs a fucking mile long that she makes look even longer by wearing these tan leather strappy sandal things with a wedge heel. A great ass showcased in a pair of skintight denim shorts. Nice rack—tight T-shirt showing off the goods. And her hair is this long, wavy, golden brown with lighter blond highlights that she has pulled up in a ponytail. And she’s wearing a pair of aviators.

No one’s as hot as Greer, but this chick comes in a close second. I have a couple of brothers who would eat her up. Damn. Greer notices me staring and elbows me in the gut. I chuckle, probably not the reaction she was after.

Bending down to whisper in her ear, I make sure to trace my lips along her lobe because I know how much she likes that. Just as I thought she would, she shivers. “What?”

“Could you stare any harder?” she accuses.

“Probably.” I shrug. “She’s hot… but baby, she’s not you. Not a woman in the world comes close to you.”

That got her. She casts her gaze down, smiling, cheeks pinked.

She’s lucky she needs food because at this moment, I need Greer naked, tits bouncing as she’s riding my cock. Instead of whisking her back inside the hotel, I stand straight and clear my throat, addressing our new friend. “Well, Finlay, you know where we can find some able-bodied men to help us out?” I asked.

“I called my brother,” she says. “He’s showing up with a couple of his friends, hopefully soon. Though we don’t know how bad the roads are between here and his house, so really it could be anytime.”

“Greer and I were just heading out to find something to eat if you’d like to join us while we wait for your brother. Anyplace good around here?”

“I see lights on this side of town, so none of the good places have lost power… That’s a bonus because Andrelli’s—” She points to a building with a red awning. “—makesthe bestpizza in Texas, if you’re in the mood for that.”

I turn to Greer. “Babe?”

“Pizza sounds good to me.”

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