Page 113 of Road Queens
“Like Sidney said, we’ll help,” Amanda said. “If Leonidas could take on the Persian Empire with three hundred men, we can help a few battered spouses.”
“But Michael Fassbender and all those other hot guys died. Every last one.”
“Shush, Sidney!”
That almost got her started again. They talked for a couple more minutes, and then Cass accepted hugs, yawned, and politely kicked them both out so she could start plotting the rest of her life.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Hours later, after police and paperwork and it was just the two of them back at Amanda’s store, Sean led her upstairs, ran a warm shower, undressed her, stripped, and followed her in. Together they washed Wanda Garner off their skin and out of their hair.
“Too bad we can’t wash away that mental image,” Amanda said, standing beneath the hot spray with Sean’s arms around her. “Have you ever seen something like that? Silly question—of course you have.”
“Not right in front of me like that. I only ever saw the aftermath. Poor guy. He’s exhibit A for why you don’t use a .38 to kill yourself. At least the cops have the murder weapon.”
“I mean ... I’m trying to put myself in this guy’s shoes. But I can’t. I—aaaaaah, don’t stop.” Sean was giving her a back rub while washing her back. Points for multitasking. “I can’t imagine spending the summer supervising the construction of my own tomb, killing my sister’s killer, then speeding up my suicide timetable once I realize I’m about to get caught.” She shook herself like a dog; drops flew everywhere. “I think I finally feel clean again. You?”
He kissed her by way of answering, and she admired the silent efficiency. She returned the kiss, running her hands over his broad chest and the light dusting of dark chest hair as they sighed and groaned and touched and rubbed.
“Wait!”
He backed off so quickly that he almost lost his balance. “Did you not want—”
“No, I mean the sex in the shower thing only works in the movies. I mean, it’s fun for a few minutes, but then the logistics get to be too much. C’mon, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Which is how they ended up kissing and groping in the calendar section of Amanda’s Hole. “See? Paper calendars do exist!”
“I’m not the one who needed convincing.”
“Shut up,” she panted. “Let me have this.”
She gasped as he got rid of her towel and his own, then reached behind her, gripped her thighs, and started to lift her onto his cock. Something else that only happens in movies? Instant, easy penetration in such a position. It took some maneuvering on his part, and some wriggling on hers, butXeventually marked the spot.
Christ, he’s strong. He’s not even leaning on anything!
“Don’t mind ... telling you ... this is ... impressive ...”
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck but kept the pace slow and delicious.
She loved that he was holding back for her sake, but it wouldn’t do. “No, it’s ... okay. Remember? It’s okay.”
She’d been blunt:I can’t come in that position.Youcome like this, then guzzle an energy drink or whatever and go down on me until I come and then fuck me from behind.
“You’re kind of ... a miracle ... you know that?”
“And you’re easy to—ah! Dazzle.”
She held on as he sped up, carrying her to the counter and leaning against it for leverage.Gaaaaah, he’s so deep I can almost feel that glorious cock in my throat ... maybe later ...
Then he was shuddering like he had a fever, and she watched for the telltale sign she loved to see in a partner: eyes rolling back. He groaned into her neck and staggered.
“Ack! Don’t drop me, and definitely don’t squish me.”
“Oh, Christ, don’t make me laugh.”
“I’m not trying to make you laugh! I’m giving you instructions that will keep us both safe!”
He groaned and staggered like a drunk as he lowered her until her feet touched the ground, then collapsed to the carpet.
