“Come for me, baby,” I ground out, the words an order more than a plea.
He came instantly, hot and slick all over my knuckles, and the pulse of it sent aftershocks through his whole body. After he finished, I kept moving just enough to keep him riding it out, then pulled him up until his back was against my chest and I was holding him, just holding him, while I finished inside him. His head lolled back against my shoulder, and I pressed my mouth to his temple—not a kiss, not really, just lips against sweat and skin, the words I would never allow myself spoken in the hollow between us. I wanted to keep him.
But I never got to have nice things, and he deserved more than I could ever give. Afterward, I half-carried him into the tiny motel shower, washed us both with trembling hands, and wrapped him up in a towel. He looked up at me with those green eyes, all soft and sleepy and so fucking hopeful it made me ache.
By the time I had him tucked in bed, his eyes were already closed, and within minutes of wrapping my own body around his, he was giving off the most adorable, faint snores.
I’d give this to myself. Just this. This moment.
I’d need it tomorrow when I was back on the road. Alone.
10
Chapter 9
Oh, he thought he was sneaky.
He thought he was all clever and grown up and a bad ass.
He thought he could just up and leave me here in this motel room with nothing to snuggle but Mr. Ford, sneak off and I wouldn't track his sexy ass down?
Huh.
I would show him.
Well... to be fair, the only reason I'll be able to track down a bad ass bounty hunter was because I was an idiot and had forgotten my phone in his truck, and had my laptop with me so I could find it with the 'find my phone' app.
Wait... You were probably wondering what the fuck was Alfie going on about?
That's okay, I'll catch you up.
Crowe blew my mind. Quite literally. He sexed me to within an inch of my life, cleaned me up, cuddled me, and then the asshole thought he could just up and leave me in the middle ofthe night like I was some unwanted date. It didn’t even matter that he went through my things and took out my Fantastic teddy and placed him in my arms to cuddle with me. Nope. No brownie points for that.
I wasn't an idiot. I certainly wasn't born yesterday. Last night was more than just a one-night stand or a hook-up. He hadclaimedme. And I'd claimed his sexy, rough-around-the-edges ass right back. He even made me say it twice! So obviously he'd had some kind of post-nut clarity moment where he freaked out about how awesome I was and ran away.
But that was okay.
I was going to find my man and prove to him that we truly were made for one another.
And I wouldn’t let the fact that heabandonedme freak me out. Or let it hurt.
Too much.
I wasn’t going to sit in a moldy forgotten motel room waiting for my highway Daddy to come crawling back with an apology and a limp dick. (Although, for the record, if he did, my body would forgive him before my brain registered the betrayal. Traitorous, slutty body.)
Instead, I gathered my wits, what was left of my dignity, and the towel I’d wrapped around myself in a fit of dramatic, post-abandonment despair. I splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth, and powered up my laptop.
Find my phone, you clever little bitch,I thought, pulling up the last known location of my device. The blue dot pulsed. It was the most beautifully passive-aggressive beacon of hope I’d ever seen. I grinned, teeth nibbling on my bottom lip as I calculated how far away he was and how exactly I was going to catch up with him. And then I actually saw where it was headed.
That dot was not heading toward civilization. It wasn’t drifting lazily toward a diner or a gas station or even one of thosedepressing little roadside towns with exactly one store and a truly terrifying cashier.
Nope. The dot was beelining straight into what looked like a geographic equivalent of “mind your business.”
I squinted at the map, zoomed in, zoomed out, tilted my head like that was going to make it less ominous.
“Okay,” I muttered to myself, tapping the screen like I could bully it into giving me better news. “Cool. Great. Love that for me. Love that my soulmate is apparently fleeing into the wilderness.
I leaned back against the questionable motel headboard, laptop balanced on my thighs, clad in nothing but my towel as I haven't found the energy to get dressed yet.
