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“Please. Please.” Her plea sounded nearly as desperate as I felt.
“I shouldn’t rush this.” Behind her, I took my time. This wasn’t a view I’d enjoy ever again. With appreciation, I curved my hands down her ass, teasing and touching the fevered skin. I peppered kisses along her low back and up her spine.
Leaning over her, I took a handful of her chin-length mahogany waves in my hand and tipped her head back. I sealed my lips over hers and lined up to fill her. The kiss was sloppy and fast, more teeth and tongues than finesse. I drew in the smell of her, pure sex, no shampoo or perfume left to disguise the real woman beneath.
Holding her hip, I slammed home, burying my length in her again and again. Thrusting, I powered into her depths, chanting her name. I wouldn’t have her for more than tonight, but she’d feel ghosts of me on her body for days. Hopefully, this night helped her. My small contribution to healing whatever had made her sound so sad.
“I’m so deep in you, darling.” Collapsing over her, I freed my hand from her hair and slipped it between her thighs, searching for her swollen clit. My light touch made her shake. “One more time.”
The sound of my hips slapping her ass melded with the rain falling outside, the pounding rhythm driving me to keep going. Rolling her clit with care, I lasted until she contracted around me in pulse after pulse of release. There was no tomorrow for us and no world beyond this room tonight.
In the pure blinding moment, our bodies in sync, we rode out every earth-shattering wave of pleasure together. My teeth sunk into the delicate skin of her neck, one more mark of mine she’d carry into the future.
We didn’t sleep much that night. Nor did we leave the bed other than for room service and later for a shower somewhere around four AM. Hair wet, we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, exhausted and spent.
Frankly, I’d been impressed by my stamina. Then again, my father married wife number three when he’d been forty-eight. And had been quick to brag about how hard he worked trying to get me a brother or sister. Not that he succeeded. He had a poor track record as a stud.
If you asked him, I’m sure he’d tell you I was his only failure. In my head, I could hear him ranting about how I lacked vision for the future. I shook off the old hurt, not a thought I wanted to bring to Rae’s bed.
A jet taking off had woken me. I should have closed the balcony door, but the sound of the rain was something we didn’t hear enough of in Elmer. Thin streaks of sunlight fought through the cloudy sky. It must have been close to dawn. My rescheduled flight took off at seven and Rae’s around noon.
As much as I wanted to linger in her bed, it was time. I either had to get to Blue Star today or I risked the viability of the semen. In a pinch, I could try to get more dry ice, but it needed to be transferred to the ranch’s freezer in the repo lab as soon as possible for the best results.
Slipping from the bed, careful not to wake her, I gathered my clothes. It felt silly at my age to be sneaking out on a woman. But I didn’t relish turning last night’s passion into an awkward goodbye. There weren’t words, and I sure as hell didn’t want false promises.
Dressed, I found my boots in the sitting room and put them on. Beside my wallet on the side table, a blank scratch pad and hotel pen taunted me with the possibility of leaving her my number. Down that path lay disappointment for us both.
Instead, I scrawled the only thing I could think of that wouldn’t make either of us into an asshole.
“Don’t forget three episodes of Jeopardy! a week for the rest of the year. -Atley”
I stuck the note on the top of Georgie’s carrier where she’d find it. Taking up the freezer case, I silently left the room. The click of the latch echoed down the empty hotel corridor. I forced my strides to lengthen as I headed for the elevator and the last leg of my journey to Elmer.
Chapter 5
Rae
Icheckedmyreflectionin the mirror of the massive gas station bathroom. There had to be fifty stalls, and each had a smiling cartoon beaver on the door holding a mop and toilet brush to celebrate the cleanliness of the facilities. The beaver wasn’t wrong. This was the nicest roadside bathroom I’d ever peed in.
The neckline of the blue dress I pulled out of one of my seventeen suitcases was lower than I’d remembered, not coming anywhere close to covering the hickey Atley had left on the side of my neck. Memories of last night flashed like a kaleidoscope in my head as I touched the quarter-sized purple mark.
I fanned my red cheeks and tried to push down a few of the more incendiary memories before I needed to find another pair of clean panties.
Best one-night stand ever. Zero regrets or complaints other than Atley may have ruined me for all others. How do I top a dirty-talking cowboy that made me come more times than I could count? Yeah, I’ve got nothing.
The saga of getting myself, Georgie, and all my bags into a rental car at the Austin airport would have left me in tears if I hadn’t been drunk on a blend of postcoital dopamine and oxytocin. Not only had I managed it, but I smiled the whole time, probably like an insane person, but I didn’t care. I had my bags, my minivan, and my dog, and we were on the road.
Go me.
I tipped my head and considered the mark... not the first thing I wanted my younger brother and his girlfriend to see when I showed up unannounced on the doorstep of his new Elmer, Texas ranch.
“Woo-hoo, if he can do that and leave a girl smiling like you are… Can I have his number for when you’re finished with him?” A woman in a hot pink velour tracksuit with sequins trimming the collar and cuffs leaned over the sink next to me to slick on a coat of cotton candy pink lip gloss.
“If I could, I would, but I didn’t ask for it.” I gave her a saucy wink in the mirror, impressed by how I owned my one-night stand. But I had kept his note, tucking it safely in the section of my wallet by my checkbook—a memento.
“Girl, you are my kind of woman. Love ’em and leave ’em I always say.” My sink neighbor turned off her faucet and held up her hand for a high five. We smacked palms. Water from her wet fingers splattered through the air. We both chuckled at our silliness and daubed the water off our respective faces.
“Happy Fourth of July,” I told her as she turned to leave.
