Bullet(70)

Like it was an effort. His only effort was not losing his load too soon.

His lips slammed into mine, and he assaulted me with another deep kiss, taking my breath away once more. I think it was a distraction technique. It worked. He started pulling the condom on, and I once again focused on getting those damned tight pants down. Then I realized I wouldn’t be able to wrap around him like I wanted unless I got them off all the way, so I fumbled around, pulling the right leg down. I had to take the shoe off, and by the time I had the pant leg off, he was ready to go.

Who was I to argue?

He kissed me again, and his tongue invaded my mouth just as his cock found the warm, throbbing confines of my *. “Ohhhhh…” Yeah. Just as I’d suspected. Here came the next wave of my orgasm, and my God, did he fill me up. “Oh, f*ck. Oh, God. Oh, Clay…” I didn’t call him Jet, and I don’t think he gave a shit at that point because he was near the end of his rope too. My fingers were digging into his back as though he were my only lifeline, and I couldn’t stop it. He slammed into me with the force of a dozen horses, and his eyes…they were wild. I clenched my legs around him when I realized he was holding me up against the wall.

When he finished, he rested his lips on my shoulder, and I felt his hot breath against my skin. My nipples got pebbly again in spite of the fact that I was satiated beyond belief. He kissed my neck and then, after what seemed like several minutes, he gently pulled out and set me on the floor as I unwrapped my legs from around him so I could stand.

Even his act of withdrawing gave me chills and made me suspect I could go one more time.

But I was exhausted, and my legs felt wobbly. It had been a long couple of days already and his f*cking was…well, athletic might be a good word. No, no…that was rock star f*cking. Up against a wall, fast but incredible.

He brought his hand to under my chin, urging me to look up in his eyes. “How was that?”

I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. “You couldn’t tell?”

He grinned back. “I’d like to think I’m all that, but I want to make sure.”

“Let’s just say I think I’m having an out-of-body experience now.”

He laughed and kissed me again. “You called me Clay, so I think maybe you want to be snuggled.” He took me by the hand and led me to the bed.

Oh…if that wasn’t sweet.

And at some point, I fell asleep. Fast asleep…and dreamed of nothing.

* * *

That was nice. Wow. Waking up in Clay’s arms was sweet and touching. And he was running his hand over my hair. He must have gotten up during the night, because the air conditioner was on. It was cool and being under the blanket wasn’t uncomfortable. He must have seen my eyes flutter. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well, I think. What time is it?”

“Around ten. Guys want to leave at noon. It’ll take us three hours to get to the next venue.”

I nodded and felt his lips on my neck. “So I guess we have just a little time for a shower and breakfast.”

“I was kinda hoping you’d want to meet Clay this time.”

I giggled and considered it. “I haven’t brushed my teeth. I’m thinking I need to stick with Jet for a while. He doesn’t need to kiss me, right? And I’m already easy to access…”

“My God, woman, I love the way your mind works.” And I felt him grow hard right behind me, as though just my words had been all he’d needed to hear. He kissed the back of my neck and touched my breast. I sucked in a deep breath, not having realized how desperate I had again grown for his touch. But he paused and I realized he was sliding on a condom. That made me feel better too, that he wasn’t like Ethan in that regard. Ethan was sloppy with his sexual habits more often than not, and just worrying about it would impede any orgasm I might have built up to.

Clay then began nipping at my neck as he wormed his arm underneath my rib cage to touch my other breast. His other hand he slid up my neck and then he stuck two of his fingers in my mouth. As though it were the most natural thing in the world for me to do, I sucked on them. He let out a small groan and slid inside me, filling me up again, but then those fingers…oh, what he did with those wet fingers. He was too good at manipulating my clitoris and in no time he had me moaning again, issuing all manner of filth from my once innocent mouth. My mind was transported somewhere else, because it didn’t seem to be with me anymore. And even after his fingers stopped rubbing me, my body continued to experience the pleasure his cock was giving me. I wrapped my arms around the back of my head and thrust my fingers into his hair. His lips were on my ear, his hands cupping both my breasts, now even easier to access. And my orgasm continued.

As I came down, I had two thoughts in my mind. The first was I could get used to this. The other was Holy shit—could I survive this?

I only knew one thing: I was willing to give it a try.





Chapter Thirty



CLAY AND I took a long shower together after, and I made sure I brushed my teeth with my finger so I wouldn’t feel weird about kissing him. Then he ordered up some breakfast, and I didn’t realize it until the food was there that I was ravenous.

Before I left, he pressed me against the door and kissed me with one of his slow, pondering, thoughtful, toe-curling kisses. Yeah, I could definitely get used to this. It had been nice being held all night. I felt special, truly special, and Ethan hadn’t mastered how to do that. Clay, though…it seemed to be second nature for him.

He was still holding me when he asked, “So…do I have to be a secret boyfriend too? Is that how this works?”

Whoa…that hit me in the gut. First off…that he was already ready to take that step, to commit to me in a way like that, something that Ethan had always seemed hesitant to do…that thought almost winded me. And then it made me realize that this man had a pretty sensitive side. He needed my validation, needed to know I cared. So I held him tightly and kissed him back and then said, “You’ll only be secret for a while. But by the time we get to the next stop, no secrets. I just need to break the news to Ethan.”

He got a look on his face that was pure Jet. “I can tell him for you.”

I smiled. “Thanks, but…I need to do this.”

“I know.” God…one last soul-wrenching kiss. He was killing me.

I walked to my room, a spring in my step, and as I turned the corner down the hallway to walk into the elevator, I looked back. He was still standing outside his door watching me. I smiled and waved, then giggled and finished my trek to the elevator.

I was dying to change clothes. I had my panties tucked in my pocket. I didn’t so much mind wearing the rest of the clothes after showering, but just the idea of putting the panties back on grossed me out, especially after I’d been so wet the night before.

I was soaring so high when I stepped out of the elevator on the second floor to make my way to my room. I pulled the key card out of my other pocket and swiped it in the reader. The little light turned green, and I heard the familiar click that told me I could enter.

I don’t know why I’d expected the room to be empty. Probably because that’s what I’d been used to.

But there was Ethan. He was packing a bag.

And then I realized my hair was still damp. I wondered how long he’d been there.

“You didn’t sleep here last night?” Well, that made me feel a little better that he was unsure, but he wasn’t a dummy. The beds were made, untouched, in pristine condition. And I needed to talk to him anyway. No better time than the present.

“Ethan…I need to tell you something.” I waited for him to look back up at me. “I’m breaking up with you…if that’s what you’d call it.”

I saw a flash light up his eyes…that glint, that chip he carried with him everywhere that he tried to hide. “What do you mean if that’s what I’d call it? What the f*ck does that mean, Val?”

“That means that we’ve never been official, Ethan. But make no mistake. We’re over.”

His eyes narrowed and his voice got low…like the growl of a dog protecting a piece of meat. “Why?”

“Because I’m tired of you treating me like shit.”

He blinked. “No…it’s ‘cause you’re f*cking somebody else.”

I took a deep breath and tried to keep the anger out of my voice. “No…we were over before that.” Oh, holy f*cking shit. I’d just admitted it by not denying it. Well, so much for finesse. Guess he was going to find out anyway.

He stomped over to me. I flinched. He was dangerous. I could feel it. I was blinking my eyes and cringing like I was expecting to be hit. He stopped in front of me. “What the f*ck, Val? I’m not going to hit you.”

“What are you gonna do?”

He grabbed me about the shoulders and looked in my eyes. “I thought you loved me.”