Page 24 of Stone Deep
“Completely? Utterly?” I asked between breaths.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Still deep inside of her, I got up on my knees and lifted her legs up and draped them over my shoulders. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, holding her steady. The new position allowed me to push deeper.
Her eyes drifted shut and her head pressed back on the pillow as I pumped my cock hard into her.
“Slade,” she sighed, “I’ve never done it this way. It’s like you’re reaching every untouched spot inside of me.”
She reached up and curled her fingers around the edge of the pillow as my movements intensified. I held her firmly in my grasp and drove into her until my cock finished inside of her with an explosion of hot seed.
She lowered her legs from my shoulders. I stretched out next to her and pulled her into my arms. The girl was mostly a mystery, and there seemed to be a lot of missing pieces from her story but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted her. For the first time ever, I’d found someone who I needed in my life. Suddenly, I knew just how Colt and Hunter felt.
FOURTEEN
BRITTON
Itilted my head back and tapped the bottom of the bag to get the last salty chip crumbs. Then I tossed it onto the backseat with the empty coffee cups, water bottles and sandwich wrappers. I sat forward with a satisfied sigh. “There. This car now officially looks like a road trip car.”
Slade glanced up into the rearview to catch a glimpse of the cluttered backseat. “Yep. Only it looks like my traveling buddies are three six-foot football players.” He smiled my way. “Not one five-foot girl. You sure can down a lot of junk food for someone who looks like they could stand beneath a forest leaf for shelter.”
“Blame yourself. All that sex has given me an appetite.” I gazed out the window. The rocky, uneven coastline had disappeared for awhile, but now it was back and it was nothing short of picturesque under the midday sun. Slade and I had talked and laughed and flirted wildly the entire trip. Not one second of the road trip had been dull or disappointing. The only thing to cast a shadow over it was the reason behind the trip and the looming prospect of seeing Damon again. But it wasn’t meeting up with Perris’s horridboyfriend that sent a shudder of regret through me. It was my own heart asking me what the hell I was doing chasing shadows. Shadows eventually disappeared with the moving light. And these shadows would probably only make the ache in my chest worse.
I looked over at my traveling companion. He looked exceptionally handsome with black beard stubble and his opaque sunglasses. I’d brought him into my shadow hunt now. It had already resulted in him getting stabbed. I was starting to regret the purpose for this whole trip. What I wasn’t regretting was spending time with Slade.
Slade was holding back a smile as he veered onto the off-ramp. I looked around. “More food? I was kind of thinking donuts would go nicely with those potato chips.”
He laughed. “Jeez, the mini-marts near your work must be thriving.”
“Actually, I eat pretty healthy when I’m at work. I just really wanted to get the official road trip high of processed sugar and artificial colors and flavors. Where are we headed?”
“A little surprise.”
“So, we are getting donuts? Love the one that you bite into and the jelly comes squirting out the other side.”
“O.K., junk food queen, we’re not stopping for donuts.” He pulled into the parking lot of a motel where the quaint cozy cottages were all lined along a small bluff overlooking a beach. “I found this place on one of those travel sites and booked us a cottage. The one with a view, a balcony and there’s a whirlpool bath right in the fucking room.” He smiled over at me. “Double occupancy, according to the description.”
“No way. All right. That’s way better than a jelly donut.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Potato chips. Amazing sex with an even more amazing guy. And beach cottages. Best damn road trip ever.”
We parked and got out. I leaned against the car, took hold of my heel and lifted it up to my butt to stretch my leg. Then repeated with the other. My legs, my arms, my whole body suffered from a luxurious fatigue, a fatigue brought on by an un-damn-forgettable night with Slade.
Slade pushed his dark sunglasses up on his head and looked at me over the top of the car. “That’s right, baby, get yourself all warmed up.”
I laughed. “Actually, I don’t think I ever cooled down. My legs feel a little like Jell-o.”
“Yep, I have that effect on women.”
We walked toward the motel office. “Won’t argue with you on that,Bolt.”
“You know,” he said, “I thought that nickname would work for me, but I’m not feeling it. You’ll have to come up with something different.”
“I could just call you Slade. Or Mr. Stone.”
He tilted his head. “Nope, those don’t work either.”
“There’s alwaysMaster.”
He stopped. “I do like Master. But you should probably just use it in the bedroom. I think it might get me some dirty looks if you used it in mixed company.” He opened the office door for me and I stepped inside. The one thing I’d noticed about being with Slade was that at first glance, people tended to look slightly stunned by fear. He was tall and had an imposing set of shoulders and a striking, almost lethallooking physique, particularly with his myriad of tattoos. But I’d also noticed that his charm quickly overcame the initial reaction. Particularly, if he was talking to a female.
