Page 45 of Elijah's Hope
“I’m going to go put our food order in. Bud might have some fresh fish in for fish sandwiches.”
She nodded. “Thanks, honey.”
But the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Was she thinking about our self-imposed deadline? I hoped so. I wanted her to be thinking about it and being sad about it.
Because the sadder she was, the easier it was going to be to get her to stay.
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Shelby
I watched Eli ease his way to the bar and loved the way his body moved. Just thinking about how that body was going to be moving over mine again tonight almost made me squirm.
Then I thought about my stupid phone going off, interrupting my fairy tale up here, and all those good feelings went away.
Almost a hundred texts. Nearly as many missed calls. I thought about all that GPS stuff and wondered if Rip or Jimmy would even know how to track me down with it.
I had been safe only as long as there had been no signal.
Worse, I think Eli was starting to put together that the beautiful picture I had presented on my profile wasn’t exactly true. Because the lies were getting harder and harder to tell.
The smartest thing I could do would be to get on a plane tomorrow and leave before Eli discovered the truth. At least he would have the memory of me and I would have the memory of him.
Couldn’t that be enough?
Then he turned in my direction and gave me a lift of his chin. Just that little lift to let me know, even though he was at the bar, he was still watching over me. Still thinking about me. How was it possible I had found that? Found that for me.
The smart play was to leave. But I wasn’t going to do that. Not yet.
I was, however, going to break the phone.
Because neither Rip nor Jimmy was ever going to find me again.
10
Eli
“Fuck me,” I groaned, my head falling back. I was on my knees on the bed and Shelby was bent over me, her sweetheart-shape ass on display while she sucked me off. Her lips were tight around my cock and that thing she did with her tongue right on the head had me fighting not to come.
I wouldn’t come, not until I gave back as much pleasure as she gave me because that’s what it was starting to feel like. My woman liked to give pleasure, but it was harder to get her to take it. Harder for me to stop pumping my cock deep into her mouth so that I could take care of her.
“Enough, baby.” I looked down at her, watched her hair spread over my stomach, her head bobbing up and down on my dick. I tangled my fingers in her hair for just a moment, even as I let my other hand trail over her ass, which was high up in the air. I pushed my hand farther down between her legs and found her pussy slick and wet.
I’d wanted to eat that pussy, but she’d rolled away from me and, instead, started to blow me in a way that destroyed any brainpower I had. Now, I was too close. Too close to needing that feeling of pushing myself deep and hard inside her.
Still, I told myself to hold on for a little longer. I dipped a finger inside her pussy and pulled some of that juice out so I could use it to slick her up between her ass cheeks and nudge my finger just inside her tight hole.
With a gasp, she released me from the hot wet heaven that was her mouth. She raised herself up and I pulled my finger away.
“Is that…is that something you want?” she asked me a little breathlessly.
Yeah, I thought. I never had before. Had never done it before, but with her I wanted everything. I wanted to be inside her in any way I could. In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. But right now, I didn’t want anything but her underneath me.
“I want all of you. Eventually. Now, on your back, babe. I need to fuck you hard.”
She laid back against the bed and I brought her legs up and over my shoulders. She gasped again, but I loved that sound from her. Like every time I tried something new with her, it was a surprise.
“You ready for me to go deep?”
