So I let go too, lose all awareness but the knowledge that this woman’s pussy is the best I’ve ever had.
Brenda
My whole body, from the skin downwards, is tingling and chiming with the echoes of the orgasms we shared. I’ve never come so many times, so close together. Never got lost in a guy and the pleasure he was giving me so completely, never had a guy get lost in me so well and so totally.
I’m covered with just a thin sheet, the surface of the mattress rough against my tingling skin. I reach for Colt, but his side of the bed is empty and cold. Colt’s gone. Just like I knew he would be.
And just like that, the light coming in through the uncurtained window isn’t soft, white, and dreamlike, but piercing, and all my happy memories of last night start curdling in my mind, going bad fast.
I wrap the sheet around myself and go to the window to pull the curtain closed. No one needs to see the aftermath of what I thought was the start of something perfect, only to have it go up in a puff of smoke with the rising of the sun.
The pimply receptionist kid is standing by the door to the reception room, and he locks eyes with me as I reach for the curtain. I know he saw a lot of what went on in our room last night, I just know it, but I’d prefer not to think about that. I’d prefer not to think of anything. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep through the rest of the regret for not listening to the logical part of my brain that told me not to fuck Colt last night, but instead string him along until I get what I need from him too.
But I needed the pleasure and orgasms he gave me. I needed them badly. And I need more.
“Good morning,” he says behind my back, startling me so bad I shake.
He’s standing in front of the bathroom, wearing his jeans and no shirt, and the distance between his naked skin and mine seems too great, too vast.
“I thought you left,” I say instead of going to him, deciding that I best have more restraint from now on. I don’t want to lose my mind prematurely. He might not have left without saying anything, but he is in the process of leaving without me.
He tosses the towel he was using to dry his hair on the bathroom floor and walks towards me.
He lays his hands on my arms but doesn’t pull me in for a kiss like I expected him to, which unbalances me since I was ready to melt into his body.
“I wouldn’t just leave,” he tells me, his eyes fixed on mine and telling me he’s speaking the truth. “But I do gotta go now.”
“Why?” I coo. “We had such a great time last night and I’m ready for more. Maybe even a trip out of this hellhole town.”
He grins, and I love the way his lips swirl up at the edges. I also love the way his eyes light up when he smiles. Maybe he’s too good for me. Maybe I don’t deserve a guy who can smile this openly.
What the fuck am I thinking?
“I wish we could,” he says.
“Why can’t we?” I ask to interrupt the But… part of that sentence, which I know is coming and which I know I won’t like.
“I’m here on a job with my MC and I’m not supposed to run around on my own,” he says. “I also fucked up bad on the night I got you away from the Sinners, so I gotta be on my best behavior.”
“You think it was a mistake coming to get me?” I’m purposefully misunderstanding what he said, and I feel bad about it, but it’s best I get to the real, hard truth of what he’s trying to tell me right now. I know he’s just letting me down easy. I know he’s trying to tell me we’ll never see each other again. Why would he want to? I already fucked him.
My question kinda stunned him for a second, but then he shakes his head, grins again, and embraces me. His hair is still dripping wet and the droplets of water hitting my burning skin practically hiss.
“No, I don’t think that was a mistake. I think it was the best thing I did all year, maybe all decade,” he says, speaking the words into my ear and making me shiver. “But it wasn’t sanctioned, and now I gotta make up for it. I’ll visit you as often as I can,” he adds. “If you choose to wait for me here.”
“What? Here at the motel?” I ask. “Just wait for you? For how long?”
Why am I being like this? Of course I’ll wait. But I know why. I think he could be lying, could just be spinning me a tale so I won’t…won’t what? I’m free to go. We made no promises to each other.
“A week, maybe less,” he says. “I hope.”
He tenses up as he says that last, and now I know why. He thinks I won’t want to wait that long. But I gotta be sure…
I lean back in his arms so I can look him in the eyes, grinning now too. “Is that what you want? For me to wait for you?”
He smiles and nods at the same time. “More than anything.”
“Wow, that’s a lot,” I say, my grin turning into a softer smile.
“Yeah, I want you a lot,” he says, with not even a thread of being offended in his voice or on his face. Most of the guys I’ve been with would sooner smack me than show even a hint of vulnerability, and they’d certainly smack me if I tried to make light of it when they talked about their feelings.
This guy is so different from anyone I’ve ever met. Can he be for real?
“But you already had me,” I say.
His grin turns very satisfied. “That’s how I know. So?”
I just look into his eyes without answering. They’re hazel-brown with swirls of deep, forest green, ever-changing, ever beautiful.
“Yes, I’ll wait for you,” I say, the words coming from somewhere very deep inside me.
“Good,” he says and kisses me deeply, wildly, kind of shattering the ethereal, magical, timeless moment we just shared, but kind of making it more real at the same time.
And I don’t quite recover from the kiss until the door has been closed behind him for at least five minutes. I really, truly hope that wasn’t just him fucking with my head. Some guys will say things like that, things they don’t mean, just for laughs.
11
Colt
I got a text to return to HQ while Brenda was still sleeping. Good thing I was just dozing and running my fingers along the soft skin of her back and ass and thighs. She has perfect skin, white as milk and soft like cream. Her hair is soft too, and lush, thick but not coarse. And her eyes. Damn, but one real look from her eyes, the real kind of look, the one that comes from the soul, the kind that’s both pure and honest, yet wicked and wild at the same, that just gets me completely lost like I’m floating amid the stars in space.
Leaving her this morning was hard. I was fifteen minutes out before the suction-like force yanking me back to that motel room finally abated.
I’m very afraid that whatever the fuck went wrong on the job last night will bring tighter rules and less of a chance to see her again soon.
The tension is palpable in the thick midday day heat over the dried field surrounding the compound. There are too many bikes to count outside under the tarp. They’re crowded together and I barely find enough room for mine in the shade.
I guess that’s a good sign. It means most of my brothers got out all right last night.
No one’s outside the bunker, but about twenty brothers are in the large cavernous room just inside the front door. Some are bandaged up.