“Well, either I’m going to tell them the truth or I’m going to lie. I’d rather the lie in this case because I don’t feel like dodging one thousand and one questions about the truth. That’s a conversation I’d rather not have with my daughters.”
“Whatever you’re good with,” he finally said.
Chelle wandered over to the nightstand where a plastic bowl sat full of what looked like wraps. She picked up a foil packet and held it up. “Is this normal? Maybe they’re edible and are a substitute for the mints left on the pillow?”
“Ozzy’s an asshole.”
“Why?” She tossed the wrap back into the bowl. “He’s looking out for you by making sure you practice safe sex.”
“Trust me. He’s an asshole.” Proven when he texted everyone after Shade asked him about a room. Not that the level of his assholiness hadn’t been proven many times before that.
“Well, I think it’s sweet and he has a lofty goal for you if he thinks we’re using all of these tonight.”
Shade grinned. “Who said we ain’t?”
Chelle scooped her cupped hands into the bowl of wraps and then let the packets rain back into the bowl. “You might die if you try.”
She might be worth dying for. Though, he kept that shit to himself. Especially when she stalked her way back over to him, a determined look in her eyes that made his dick twitch.
She stopped in front of him, tilted her head to the side and announced, “First thing first. I’m only getting naked if you do.”
He lifted one eyebrow. “That right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “that’s right.”
“Drive a hard bargain, woman.”
She pressed her hand to his erection. “Well, something is certainly hard.”
He pulled her hand back up to his chest. “Chelle, wanna be naked with you, but...”
He sucked in a deep breath. If he wanted shit to be real with Chelle, he needed to be real with her. At least with what she’d see on the outside. The rest... Hell, he’d hide that shit as long as he could. Forever, if possible.
Her fingers flexed within his and she frowned. “What?”
The last time he was completely naked with a woman was when he was seventeen. When he didn’t have a choice.
That woman knew about his past since she had bought Julian from a broker. She had complained about the permanent damage done to him from his previous owner and the broker had knocked down his price.
Deb had always reminded him she’d gotten a bargain.
His name coming from Chelle on a whisper snapped him back to the motel room.
If he was going to do this, he just needed to get it done and over with.
He also needed to know now, instead of later, if what he was about to reveal bothered her enough she wouldn’t want to stay the night.
Could be his plan would end before it even started.
The fingers he held against his chest clutched at his shirt when she whispered, “What?”
His chest expanded and contracted once... twice... “Not gonna tell you. Just gonna show you.”
“What?” she whispered again, the color draining from her face.
He released her hand and backed away, shrugging out of his cut and draping it over the back of the upholstered chair in the corner by the door. He sat on the edge of the seat, removed the large Buck knife strapped to his calf—ignoring the little noise she made when she saw it—and unlaced his boots. Once his feet were bare, he rose and went to the bed to remove the bedspread and blanket, throwing them into a corner.
He returned to where she stood watching him with big eyes.
He cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers before pulling back just slightly. “Want you naked first, beautiful.”
“You promise not to back out?” Her question had a shake to it.
He put that shake there when he hadn’t meant to. He caused it and it might get worse before it got better.
He forced himself to nod, anyway. “Promise.”
Without taking her eyes off him, she slipped out of her denim jacket and tossed it over his cut. Then sat on the end of the bed to remove her boots and socks, like he had, and got back to her feet.
Now they both stood in the middle of the room, only wearing jeans and their shirts.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it flat to her belly, shifted it up over one tit so the hard bead of her nipple pressed into his palm, then guided it back down to her waist.
He stepped closer, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and ordered, “Grab your glasses.” As soon as she had them off and folded up, he tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the seat of the chair. Her soft flesh was overflowing from her bra, and he tugged both cups down enough to free her nipples.
He sucked one, then the other, as he reached around and unhooked the back, letting the bra fall to the floor. Cupping both tits, he tested their weight and went back to sucking her nipples, giving each some attention. While still worshipping her tits, he unfastened her jeans and shoved them down to her hips where she took over and shimmied them off, along with her panties.
Once they hit the floor, he stepped back and saw how soaked the crotch of her panties were.
“Since your room,” she whispered her answer to his unspoken question.
Hours. She’d been wet and wanting him for hours. Jesus.
“My sled get you off?”
She nodded and color bloomed up her chest. “Once.”
“That it?”
She nodded again.
“Next time make it twice. Let your hair down.”
“You first,” came her soft demand.
He slipped the leather skullcap from his head and tossed it with their clothes, then removed the elastic band, pushing the long strands away from his eyes once it fell around his face.
He didn’t want anything blocking his view.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered as he touched her everywhere with his eyes. “Want you to come on my tongue before I come deep in your pussy.”
He could see the pulse in her neck jumping as she reached behind her head, her heavy tits pulling high as she did so. She slowly pulled the hair band from her ponytail along with a few bobby pins he hadn’t noticed. Her hair wasn’t quite as long as his, but it was still long enough to reach the creamy skin of her shoulders.
She dropped the items in her hand to the floor and cupped her own tits, circling both nipples with the pads of her thumbs before brushing them over the tips. Her eyelids became heavy and her lips parted.
And, for fuck’s sake, did he want to fuck her that very fucking second.
If she was any other fuck, he’d just unzip, turn her away from him, plant her palms on the mattress and fuck her from behind.
But she wasn’t.
Not even close.
And the deal was, if she got naked, so did he.
He just didn’t look forward to seeing her reaction when he did. He also didn’t look forward to her endless questions.
“Need another promise, beautiful.”
“It’s unfair to ask me now. I did my part.”
“Know it and I could stare at you forever, but need this from you now and promise I’ll explain at another time. Just not now, not today. Tonight’s just for us and by askin’ questions, it’ll no longer be only the two of us. It’ll bring other people into this room who I don’t want to share you with. Need you to not ask questions and, if you do, don’t get bent when I don’t answer.”