Page 2 of Duke
He blows air out his mouth like he's spitting and storms out the door.
I turn around and watch him climb into his truck. My elbows resting on the desk. My heart beating that little bitter faster than normal. Just enough to get my adrenaline going.
He looks back one time before slamming on the gas.
I hear footsteps behind me and turn around.
“Good evening. You looking for a room?”
“That’s right,” I say.
She clicks on the mouse at her computer and furrows her brow. So far, she’s barely looked at me. But that’s fine. It gives me more of a chance to check her out.
I don’t think I've ever seen someone quite so perfect.
She has thick, brown hair, tied behind her head in a ponytail. Exposing the soft, cool skin of her neck. Leading all the way down to her shoulders. And then her breasts. Big breasts. The kind I’d like to wrap my hands around and suck on. A mental image flashes before my eyes. Her on top of me. My length deep inside her. Her nails digging into my flesh. The smell of sex in the air. The taste of her sweet wet, pussy still on my lips. Her breasts in front of my eyes. Slapping together like a glorious pair of creamy, white balloons. Their big, red eyes all hard and shiny from where I’ve been kissing them and licking them and rubbing my face over them.
“That’s quite the ride you have.”
I shake my head, pulling myself back into the real world.
“Rental,” I tell her.
“Still, a Ford GT. Must be nice.”
I look her straight in the eyes. She’s biting the end of a pen. Something she must do often, by the looks of it. The black plastic lid is all chewed up and covered in bite marks. “She’s one hell of a ride,” I agree. “Low. Fast. Powerful. Makes you feel like king of the road. But at the end of the day, it’s still only me. Driving across the country in a big, fancy hunk of metal. By myself. Nothing but my thoughts and the wind to keep me company. I thought it would be different, you know? I thought I’d feel free. But all it’s done…”
I manage to stop myself before I say any more. She only told me I was driving a nice car. She wasn’t looking for my life story. For my inner thoughts on the human psyche.
“Anyway,” I wave my hand in the air like I’m flicking flies out my face. Give her my most charming smile. She visibly blushes. “How about that bed? And a meal, too, if possible. I’m starving.”
She takes a key from a hook on the wall behind her. “Gonna need some ID and a credit card,” she says. “The food might be a bit tricky, though. I’m afraid the kitchen’s closed, and the nearest diner’s quite some miles away.”
I give her my driver’s license and my Amex. “Not a problem,” I lie. “I have some potato chips in the car. Guess I’ll just have to make do until the morning. Won’t be the first time I’ve gone hungry.”
She types away on the computer for a minute, and I go back to looking at her. Admiring her wide, curvy hips. Thinking to myself there’s something I wouldn’t mind having for dinner right between her legs. The mere thought of it makes my mouth all wet, and my manhood stiff as a rock.
“You know,” she finishes typing and passes me my key. I’m a little too slow. Still looking at her thighs and biting my lip when she turns to face me. Checking her out. Caught red-handed. But I don’t act guilty. Not ashamed either. I like it that she knows I was looking at her. I want her to know. Want her to realize the things she’s doing to me. The way she’s making me feel. “I guess I could rustle you something up myself. I was just about to make myself something to eat. It won’t be fancy or anything. But it’s better than nothing.”
“My, my,” I smile. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
She lets out a little giggle and puts the end of her pen back between her lips. “Just offering a paying customer a chance to eat,” she says. “Ain’t no crime against that. In fact, some might even call it the nice thing to do. Hospitable, even. Almost as if you’re staying at a motel.”
“Looks like I don’t have any option but to accept. When you put it like that. I have time to jump in the shower?”
“No.” This time it’s her that’s checking me out. Her eyes flick down to my groin and then slowly get higher until they’re pointing straight at my lips. “You’re fine just the way you are.” She looks at my card. “Duke.”
3
Daisy
It doesn’t take me long to cook up a quick meal for me and Duke. Some eggs. Beans. Bacon and toast. A nice strong cup of steaming hot coffee.
He smiles at me as I put the plate in front of him.
“Delicious,” he says, his eyes planted firmly on my face, and not the food. “I can’t wait to put it in my mouth.”
I sit across from him and try not to stare. He’s so damn handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite so good-looking. The knife and fork look tiny in his bear-like hands. He must be at least six-six. And that’s without the boots he’s wearing. A thick mane of blue-black hair covers his head. Little specks of silver and white adding some flavor to the mix. Dark blue eyes. Almost violet. Three day's worth of stubble covering a long, perfectly shaped jawline.
