Page 30 of Road Rash

Rather than drive her all the way in to the hospital, we wait for her to be checked out by the paramedics who arrive shortly after.

They check her head to make sure she didn’t reinjure it and make the concussion worse. They check her throat to make sure he didn’t damage anything in there. Eventually we’re told that she still should get in to a doctor to make sure there’s no permanent damage to her larynx but that we’re free to go.

Finally.

I help her back to the truck, up inside, and buckle her in. While I round the hood, I call a couple of people I know, young punks who could use some cash, to go out searching for Burk. They know Burk. He’ll be fine with them. I unfortunately have to tell them that we don’t know if he’s been injured or killed. The air between us, even over the phone, grows somber. But it has to be said. If he’s out there, I need him with us. If he’s gone, I need to cushion that blow for my woman.

They promise to bring him to the motel should they find him. That’s good enough for me.

“Takin’ you to the motel,” I tell her. “Not goin’ back home until after the cleanup.”

“Sorry I brought this on you.” She hangs her head low. Shoulders dropped. Dammit.

“You didn’t do this, woman. You hear me?” Not having her shoulder a burden not hers to take. “He did this. Slim. I could’ve lost you tonight. I don’t give that first fuck about anything else save for you here in my truck breathin’. Told you, I love you, woman. You’re it for me.”

“But your home,” she tries to protest, but I ain’t having any of it and press my finger to her lips to shut her up.

“My home is anywhere I go to sleep next to you and wake up again next to you. Keep arguin’ with me and I’ll have to turn you over my knee.”

“Turn me over your knee?” her glare becomes as hard as her tone. “You better mean that in a kinky, sexual way.”

I throw my head back laughing, then bend in, cupping the back of her head to draw her closer and press a kiss to that crazy mouth.

A half hour of back roads driving later and we reach the outskirts of Backwoods. There’re still people partying at The Rash.

We keep right on going. Now that the terror is behind us, I’ll probably stop in to check the state of things tomorrow. Or maybe not. It depends on the state of Jonesie.

The young punks I hired to find Burk are standing out front of the lobby.

“Burk,” Jonesie whispers. There’s my boy wagging his meat tail. He howls when he sees my truck forcing me to shut it off and scramble from the vehicle to quiet him down. Although during rally week most people don’t get a lot of sleep, I can’t let Burk add to that.

He jumps up on me, paws to my pecs. His left one is injured. He tries to kiss me everywhere his tongue can reach on my face and neck. But it’s when Jonesie quietly slips from the truck and Burk notices her that I become inconsequential for my own damn dog. He comes down, favoring that left paw, and limps over to her. She drops her knees to the pavement hugging him and giving out kisses and ear scratches of her own.

“Oh, Burky-boy… I thought you died, buddy.” Her voice sounds thick as if fighting back tears. “You took care of me, didn’t you buddy?” She continues the praise and ear scratches while I pay the kids who found him for us. Then, helping Jonesie to her feet, I lead her and Burk into the lobby, to the apartment behind it. The kid’s gone home for the night. What with Drake being shot and it being the middle of the night, well, early morning, if any of the guest need something, they’ll have to wait until the daytime clerk clocks in.

First things first, while Burk makes himself comfortable on the old recliner in the corner, I run a bath for Jonesie.

Slowly she slips her panties down her legs, then pulls the dirty sleepshirt from her body and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She drops one foot inside the tub, looking at me, biting that plump bottom lip as if deciding something.

“Join me,” she says. It’s not a question. It’s a command. My head and my heart war with each other. I know she needs more rest. I don’t want to injure her more. But at the same time, she’s alive. She’s here with me. Relatively unscathed. I don’t know if I can deny her again. “Join me,” she repeats herself, softer, seductive.

Damn, woman.

There’s no stopping this from happening. I strip the T-shirt up over my head, tossing it to the floor in the corner of the bathroom. Then, toeing off my socks and boots, dropping my jeans, kicking them closer to my shirt. I step in the warm water hovering above her. Looking my fill. She’s mine. She’s all fucking mine. As I sink to my knees, her hand slides over my skin. It’s already on fire for her. She traces my thighs, up my abs, chest, until she reaches my collarbone, then slowly traces a straight line back down before she reaches my thickening cock and she begins to twirl the pubic hair around her finger. Fuck. I’ve had women stroke me before but this feels, this feels more… intimate.

Her eyes grow soft and her lips part. She’s fulfilling every erotic dream I’ve ever had about her and I haven’t even touched her yet. Considering I’ve wanted her for a decade, that’s a hell of a lot of dreams.

“What do you want?” I ask. My voice sounds husky. I don’t wait for her to answer, bending in I capture her lips as I run my hands gently down the sides of her wet, bare thighs then begin the ascent back up. She takes the kiss deeper, probing my mouth with her tongue and I growl my approval down her throat as I sink down into the water, bracing my hands on the edges of the tub to not fall forward while we see how far we can take this.

With her tongue in my mouth and her hands so close to where I need her to touch me, I’m a breath away from losing my fucking mind. I’m so damn hard it’s painful. I center myself to get a grip on my raging emotions then plunge my hand into the water, drawing my finger down her stomach, then down, down further.

“This okay?” I ask. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed pink and her breaths are already coming in tiny pants. “Baby,” I say to get her attention. Her eyes spring open along with her mouth forming a sexy O and she nods. I dip two fingers inside spreading them like a V to open her up for me. “How ’bout this?” I ask, teasing the silky flesh there. She shakes her head yes.

Moving one of my fingers to her center, I circle the outside of her clit slowly. It’s hard to go so slow but with every little mewl, pant and gasp she gives me I know in the end it’ll be worth the time I’m taking to get her good and ready.

While I’m fondling her, she finds enough of her mind to begin stroking me. “Two… can play… at this… game,” she pants, upping her stroking game. Right. Okay. I didn’t know we were playing a game, but I like it, because tonight we’re both winners. The next time she gasps, I cup the back of her head and shove my tongue deep in her mouth. She begins to move underneath me, pleasuring herself with my fingers. When we break apart, it’s only to suck in air.

Her nipples have grown huge and hard. I take one in my mouth grazing my teeth gently over the rosy flesh. All the while she continues to move against my fingers. I move them from her clit, plunging them inside her and bend them forward. She shoots to sit up, eyes wide, mouth open, no sound.

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