Into the Storm (Signal Bend #3)(19)
He slid under the covers and pulled her close, leaning over her with a rakish grin. His skin was silky smooth. “Nobody feels like you in my arms, beautiful. Are you still on the Pill?”
She was, but she wasn’t an idiot. She’d left Tulsa four months ago. She was sure Keith had been getting plenty of action since. She hadn’t asked if he was seeing anyone special, but she knew he wouldn’t have come to see her if he were—he wasn’t that kind of guy. But when he wasn’t seeing anyone special, he got around. Rather than have that conversation in this moment, though, she said simply, “We need a condom.”
His smile faltered a fraction. “Well, that’s a shame. But no problem.” He got back out of bed and opened his suitcase, pulling out a new box of a dozen. Waving it proudly, he declared, “I came prepared.”
She laughed. He was cute. He took a strip out of the box and tore two off, winking as he did so. Then he slid back in next to her. “Now. Where were we?”
“You’d just called me beautiful, as I recall.”
“You are. So beautiful.”
He moved his hand over her hip and down her thigh. It had been too long since she’d been touched like this, and Shannon sighed and closed her eyes.
“Make me feel good,” she whispered.
He bent down and kissed her breast. Shannon took a deep breath and tried to relax and open herself to his touch. Keith was a decent lover, sweet in bed. He took some time, paid her some attention. He wasn’t perfect—he was a little conventional, and he was terrible at oral and never quite sure what to do with her large breasts—but he was attentive, and that itself was a big plus. He had a decent cock, too. Average length, but good girth. He could get her off nicely, if Shannon relaxed and didn’t try to make it more than it was.
Which seemed to be a problem now. She was restless. She’d gone four months without anything but a vibrator, and she wanted a powerful f*ck. Keith was not that guy. He’d never been that guy. Damn, was she ever just going to be satisfied with what she had?
He’d been caressing her, cooing at her, kissing her, and she’d been too much in her thoughts, judging him like he was some kind of contestant on a talent show, to even notice. He slid his hand between her thighs. She was dry—she felt it at the same time he did. He looked down at her, confused.
“Shannon? Am I doing something wrong?”
She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, until he groaned and clutched her close, his hand leaving her mound to grab her hip.
She pulled back then and said, “No, it’s just been awhile, I guess. I don’t know. But I’m turned on. I want this.”
“Alrighty then.” He winked again and pushed down between her thighs. He was terrible at oral, but he loved to give it. At least she’d get wet, even if it was just his saliva.
She faked an orgasm while he messily went down on her. She always faked these. He just liked it so much, she didn’t have the heart to tell him he was nowhere near her clit. When the performance was over, he slid up her body until they were face to face, his mouth and cheeks wet, his grin wide. “Damn, I missed that.”
She smiled. “Me, too. You know what else I missed? Your fat cock.”
That kind of talk had never been part of their deal, and he blinked in surprise. But then he smiled and pushed onto his knees to roll a condom on.
She spread her legs wide and waited, finally feeling legitimately aroused and ready. She needed this.
She needed to feel a man inside her and get her head straight about Showdown.
So stupid to have thought about him in this particular moment. Stupid, stupid. For a brief second, she had the image of him between her thighs instead of Keith, and with it the thought that he would not be so sweet. As she was pushing the thought of Show’s size out of her head, Keith pushed into her.
It was good. He felt good. She brought her legs up around his waist, and he grunted and sped up. He never kissed her when he was inside her like this. He closed his eyes and concentrated. But she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and tucked her face against his neck. He smelled of expensive aftershave, expertly applied.
She wasn’t going to come. She’d never had to fake an orgasm this way with Keith. And she needed to come—really needed it. But she couldn’t get out of her head. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, when she could feel his tension increasing and his control decreasing, she began another performance. As far as Keith knew, they came together, and he pulled out and dropped, exhausted, to her side, pulling the condom off and tying it off before dropping it to the floor.
“That was amazing, Shannon. You really put me through my paces! God, I miss you.” He kissed her shoulder and trailed a finger around her nipple.
Shannon turned a bright smile his way, keeping her disappointment to herself.
oOo
They went to the Chop House for dinner—still the only restaurant in Signal Bend that offered anything like a decent dinner. The inn, being a bed and breakfast, offered a complete, elaborate breakfast and snacks throughout the day, ending with a nightcap around nine o’clock, but, excepting special events, no other meal service. In the town proper, still the only restaurant open after six in the evening was the Chop House.
Hopefully that would change as the town revival really took root. No Place, the town bar, served food until eleven, but No Place—which everyone in town just called Tuck’s, for the owner, Tuck Olsen—was not exactly a date destination. Not for someone like Keith, at least. It was a rough, country bar.