Inevitable Detour (Inevitability Book 1)(37)

I lick my lips and reach for him. “Come with me, then.”

He scoots closer, and I take him in my mouth greedily, surprising myself. But the things Farren has made me feel tonight have me feeling fully open to him. I’ll do anything he wants me to. And I want to please him as much as he’s pleased me.

I imagine how we look right now: Farren kneeling next to me, my head turned to him so I can suck his cock. And me, spread wide on the bed, Farren’s fingers deep inside of me. It’s erotic; it’s hot, and when I feel him start to pulse, I don’t pull away. I want all of him…

And I get all of him. The groan he emits as he’s coming in my mouth fills me with satisfaction that I’ve fully pleasured Farren Shaw.

Afterward, I myself am so incredibly satiated that I have no energy to get up and brush my teeth. “Oh my God, I can’t move,” I murmur.

Farren covers me with a sheet that smells of us. He gets out of the bed. “Wait here,” he says.

I watch his gloriously masculine body as he walks to the tiny motel bathroom. “Gorgeous,” I mutter to myself.

When he returns, after I hear him peeing and washing off at the basin, he’s carrying a tumbler of water and a toothbrush with a curl of toothpaste atop the bristles.

“Thank you,” I say as I pull the sheet higher and sit up.

Farren hands me the toothbrush, and I brush. He glances around the room, finds an empty plastic cup on the table next to the bed, and holds it out to me. “Spit,” he commands.

After I do as I’m told, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and say again, “Thank you.”

He hands me the tumbler of clean water and takes the toothbrush and cup of yucky toothpaste spit back to the bathroom. A few seconds later, I hear him brushing his own teeth. And then he returns.

I’m leaning across the bed, trying to reach the table next to it so I can place the cup of water there. Farren gently slides the cup from my grasp, smiles, and accomplishes the task for me. When he slips back under the covers, he pulls me to him. “How do you feel about what we did tonight?”

I glance up at him from where I’m sprawled across his broad chest. “What do you mean?” I ask.

He brushes back hair that has fallen to my cheek. “I know you’re not very experienced, Essa. That’s why I kept things, well, limited. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with the things we did do.”

“What?” I drag out the a. “Are you kidding? I loved everything we did.”

I’m sure I sound overly enthusiastic, and my cheeks heat when I realize how my comment, and the way it’s been delivered, proves his point regarding my inexperience.

But he doesn’t mention any of that. Instead, he asks, “Was that the first time you’ve been…uh, pleasured orally?”

I’m sure, by his hesitation, he was about to use a much cruder term for what he did to me. But it is sweet that he cleaned it up for my sake.

Still, I feel awkward for being such a newbie in this area of sex. I plant my face in his chest and murmur, “Yes,” against hard muscles and smooth skin. “It was my first for the other thing, too.” He’s quiet, and I glance up. “Did I do okay?”

Farren chuckles and replies, “You were perfect, Essa.” He wraps his arms around me. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

I sleep the best I have since Haven went missing. Sleeping in Farren’s capable arms is pure bliss. Unfortunately, when I wake up the next morning, he’s not there. The shower is still dripping, so I assume I must have just missed him. Returning to my own motel room, I take a shower and get dressed. I choose a pair of gray cutoff shorts and a sky-blue top to wear on this fine day.

As I’m pulling my shorts up my legs, I hear Farren returning to his room next door. I finish dressing then hurry and pack up my things. I don’t want to be the one to hold us up from getting back out on the road. When I’m done I rush over to Farren’s room. As I walk in, after a light knock on the slightly ajar door, I find Farren leaning over a map that he has spread out over the surface of the small table by the bed. He’s wearing dark pants and a white button-down, sleeves rolled up.

“Where were you?” I ask, taking a tentative step toward him.

He glances up at me. “Oh, I had to speak with Rick.”

“Rick is here in Oklahoma City?” I exclaim. “I thought he was going straight to New Mexico.”

“He is in New Mexico,” Farren replies distractedly, his eyes back on the map. “I talked with him on the phone.”

“But our burner phones are here.” I gesture to the bag Farren keeps his in.

“Actually”—he looks over at me—“we needed new ones. That’s why I went out.” He reaches into his pocket, takes out a small cell, and tosses it my way.

I catch it just as he says, “Give me your old one later today, and I’ll dispose of it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Farren returns to studying the map, and I take another step closer. He seems a little closed off today, and I pray it’s not because of what happened between us last night.

“Are we still going to New Mexico?” I quietly ask.

It seems like a fair question, since he’s poring over a map of that state. Plus, New Mexico is supposed to be our next destination.