Should he wake up, and realize she wasn’t in the room, that wouldn’t be good for her. She also turned on the small radio ... just in case someone came to knock on the door, it was unlikely the noise would even disturb him.
Valeria glanced over her shoulder as she closed the bedroom door behind her when she left, only to see Jorge snoring away.
Alcohol was good for that.
She used it enough to sleep next to that man.
• • •
Valeria tiptoed through the stables, her heart in her throat as she passed stall after stall, realizing Chris wasn’t there at all. She’d not expected him to be out in the open but it seemed like he hadn’t been here.
She almost passed the final stall, resolving herself to sneak back to the house—their chance at a stolen moment gone, when someone yanked her into that last stall of the stables on the right. They used it to store care items, feed, and other things for the horses. Including blankets, if a terrible night or a storm came through unexpectedly.
Valeria barely had the chance to catch her breath before Chris’s lips found the back of her neck as her chest met the stall wall. God, she didn’t even care that the rough wood might leave a splinter in her palms when his hands fisted into the skirt of the wrap dress she had thrown on to leave the house.
“Val,” he started.
“Just fuck me,” she breathed, “and we’ll talk later.”
If they had the chance.
That’s what made desperate sex the best kind of sex. She was sure.
Chris never made her feel even the smallest bit unsafe. Not when his touches came rougher, and her cheek pressed to the wood. Not when his teeth dragged across the racing pulse in her throat while his hands shoved her dress high before slipping between her thighs to cup her sex. He squeezed her pussy, fingers sliding through her wetness to prove how fucking much she wanted his.
Valeria drowned out the sounds of her pleasure into her palm as Chris worked her pussy open with his fingers first. Wet sounds filled the stall as his fingers pushed and pulled, twisting into her G-spot with every curl of the tips. Her hips jerked, a sensation like she had never experienced before spiraling through her gut when his lips danced across her ear lobe.
His words?
A dark promise.
“Feel that?” he asked, “You’re about to rain all over my hand, Val. You’ll leave a fucking puddle in this stall. I bet you haven’t done that before, huh?”
“No, never.”
It almost embarrassed her. The very idea.
Yet, she didn’t have time to think about it before she came. And not just an orgasm that seemed so fucking good, but one that almost brought her to her knees from the intensity. It started deep within her womb and flared outward with violent intent. The rush of wetness between her legs, hot and slick, came fast. It ruined her panties, but that didn’t seem to matter to Chris as he pulled his hands free from her pussy only to yank the soaked undies down her legs.
He was back on her, fast with those same dirty words promising she would see stars and gonna be so fucking good when I’m done, babe while his hands went back to working on getting her dress off entirely. Valeria only had time to catch her breath while Chris stepped back from her to take care of himself, shedding his clothes, and sheathing his cock in latex before he was back behind her.
One hand slid under her right thigh, lifting it high and the head of his dick slid through her sensitive slit. That wet sound came back, a reminder of her own arousal and how hot she was for him.
“Breath,” he demanded.
She did, sucking in a hard breath. He thrust in, seating himself all the way inside her pussy with one flex of his hips. She’d been so ready to take him, her need indescribable, until he was filling her full and stretching her open.
“Oh, my God,” Valeria whimpered.
“Hold on,” Chris murmured along the column of her throat.
She did, finding purchase with one hand on the wall, and the other reaching back to grasp onto his hips as he pounded into her from behind. His lips found her neck, kissing and tasting and biting her into bliss while his cock drove her crazy with every fast, deep stroke.
It was too much, and not enough.
“I c-can’t—I can’t ...”
Valeria couldn’t form words, or explain that she hovered right on the precipice of an orgasm that would leave her in shattered pieces on the ground, if only he gave her a bit more. The words wouldn’t come, and yet it didn’t even matter.
Chris knew.
How to work her ...
How to play her body ...
All of it.
His hand on her hip slid around to the front of her body, drifting between her thighs, so his fingertips rubbed tight circles into her clit while his other arm wrapped tight around her chest. The air exploded out of her chest in a high cry. Probably too loud for their current circumstances as the orgasm tore through her body with devastating intent.
It was heaven.
And she would die happily like that.
“Fuck, yeah,” Chris said, his words a hoarse murmur along her throat, “that’s what I wanted, babe. Come all over that cock—fucking now. Take it all, Valeria.”
Each thrust that followed his words came deeper and harder inside her pussy, accompanied by the jerking of his hands against her body with his own orgasm.
Her air wouldn’t come, or her thoughts.
And that was okay.
It meant, for that moment with him, she didn’t have to feel anything at all.
But especially not the pain.
16.
“What do I do now?”
Valeria’s voice was a whisper, her gaze locked on the stall instead of him where he wanted it. Chris didn’t mind because he figured everyone had to protect themselves, and Valeria’s way was like this. He didn’t take offense, even if he wished this woman knew he was doing everything in his power to get her away from this place, and happy again.
“You give me time, and before you know it, I’ll be back to—”
“No, me, I mean. What am I supposed to do now?”
Chris tipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the line of Valeria’s naked shoulder. He couldn’t resist her on his lips—her scent had mixed with his, and it reminded him of woman, sex, and heaven. “I don’t understand, love.”
Two blankets he grabbed from the stable shelves kept the hay-covered floor of the stall soft enough for them to rest comfortably on. The other, he’d used to wrap around his shoulders before he tightened the ends around them both. The high stall door allowed them to remain unseen from the stables, and other than the six-inch space at the bottom where he saw out into the main corridor, no one had a view of them unless they opened the door.
No one came into the stables this late though.
He knew because he watched.
“You,” she whispered.
Chris made a noise under his breath, thick and unsure. “Val—”
She sighed. “You know, before when I was on the run, I went years without being in a relationship—but is that what we can call this? Should we call it that?”
Huh.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, “but we can call it whatever you want to call it. I want what you want that’s all.”
Hadn’t she figured that out yet?