He slips in without the fight of earlier, and within a second of groaning his appreciation of the fact, he curls his hand around my sweat-slicked body to find my clit.
It’s the fight of my life not to bury my head into the mattress to muffle my screams. The only reason I don’t is because I want JR to hear them. I want him to know how unhinged he’s made me. He’s working for every scream leaving my body, so he deserves to know of their existence even if he can’t hear them.
Shockwaves rocket through me as another orgasm sparks to life. I can’t hold it back when the throbs of JR’s cock announce he’s close as well. Instead, I surrender to the madness before dragging JR to the depths of hell with me.
It’s only fair since he pushed us there first.
ChapterSeventeen
As I stare at the steam creeping under the bathroom door, I can’t help but think back to my thought before I fell into the most orgasmic climax of my life. It didn’t seem like it was coming from the present. It felt like it was from the past, from a time before I even knew who Isaac was and how influential he’d be in my life. It wasn’t from the here and now, which confuses me even more so.
Lust is a potent desire. It muddles your brain and the chemical fusion has you responding differently to how you normally would, but this doesn’t feel like that. Yes, the sex was amazing, and the connection is something romance novelists could write about for centuries to come, but it feels like more than my libido is talking right now. Like something deep inside of me wants to be released, but only JR has the key.
How is that even possible?
He was a stranger only days ago.Wasn’t he?
I’m drawn from my thoughts by someone tapping on the hotel room door. Since it is most likely the second batch of food I ordered after we scarfed down our first helping like piggies in under ten minutes, I don’t alert JR to the fact we have a visitor. I snatch up his wallet from the bedside table, then hightail it to the door.
The sleepy grin on my face doubles when I notice who is behind the door. It isn’t a waiter. It is the clerk from last night, and he’s holding out a bag of freshly laundered clothes in front of himself. “I rummaged through uncollected dry cleaning for you. Size two, right?”
Nodding, I murmur, “You, my friend, are a godsend.”
When he takes my praise as permission to enter my room, I block his entrance the best I can with my five-foot-four height. Although appreciative of his help, I don’t want him seeing JR naked if he walks out of the bathroom in the buff as I’m hoping. I also rather he miss the mess we made of the bedding last night.
Some you’d expect from a couple staying at a hotel, but the smears of mud would have even the most un-deviant mind taking a second look.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not intothatfetish, and I’d rather not have my name associated with it—alias or not.
“Fine. Don’t share,” the clerk says, his tone more pompous than annoyed. “But if it’s washable and rechargeable, hook a guy up when you’re checking out.”
Since it’s neither of those things, I reply, “It’ll be my pleasure.”
With a wink I don’t think I’ve ever pulled off, I accept the dry cleaning out of his hand, then tug a handful of bills out of JR’s wallet to tip him.
He accepts the bills, waves them in the air before commencing a dramatic exit that becomes even more perverse when he mutters, “Be sure to let him know the hot water is endless. Not allnastyactivities need to happen on the bed, and you don’t always need to be naked either.”
I stare at the now-closed elevator doors with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bulged. I didn’t think he could see into our room, much less hear the shower, and don’t get me started on the fact the goodies he dropped off include a pair of jeans suitable for Big Foot.
He truly is a godsend, and I owe him a lot more than the twenty-something dollars I gifted him.
After closing the hotel room door, I spin around to face our disheveled room. The reason for the clerk’s psychic abilities is exposed when the scent of raunchy sex smacks into me. It’s even more erotic since it has JR’s manly smell deeply embedded in it. The clerk wouldn’t have cared if I answered the door in a nun’s robe, he knew I did the nasty last night, and for some reason, the thought doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it usually would.
I cringed at the thought of anyone knowing I had sex with Cedric, but I want to shout it from the rooftops when it comes to JR.
How screwed in the head am I?
Clearly, not that off-kilter considering my confession has me heading for the bathroom instead of the bedroom. Steam slips out the tiny crack JR left open when I deepen its gap. My body acts as if it hasn’t sought release in years when my eyes lock in on JR in the shower. Although his hair isn’t as long as it once was, the ends still reach the swell of his hips when drenched with water. It has the same flat appearance as the hairs on his face and chest, and although his cock is flaccid, it could never be accused of being flat.
It’s too mesmerizing for that.
“Ugh,” JR grunts when the heat of my gaze overtakes his blistering hot shower. When our eyes lock and hold, he angles his head to the side before the slightest furling of his lips doubles the output of my heart.
He’s feeling playful, and evidence of that is showcased in the most brilliant way he stomps across the bathroom, whips off my shirt, then pulls me into his big, manly body like he did in the hazy memories in my head.
My legs float through the air like a ballerina when he twirls us around to face the shower stall. Then they stiffen like a board when he steps us under the spray.
“Sweet lord, that’s almost hot enough to burn my skin off.” I curse my poor choice of words when the stiffening of JR’s body announces he could see my lips during my horrible attempt to be funny.
