Chapter Twenty-Six

DAY THREE

When Sam had woken that hot August morning six months ago, May had already crept out of the motel room. Sam might not have been the smartest guy in the world—certainly not college educated—but he liked to think he knew how to learn from past mistakes.

So when he woke in the dim winter dawn to May edging from his bed, he didn’t bother debating the matter. He simply grabbed her and rolled.

She squeaked kind of adorably, like a mouse startled by a swooping hawk.

Except mice didn’t usually give a death glare.

“Get off me,” she hissed, good and mad—or at least trying to look mad. He noticed she kept her voice down.

“Nope.” His brain was still a bit foggy from sleep, but his dick was already with the program, hard and pressing into the warm softness of her thigh. Her eyes might be sparking at him, but her body was relaxed and unguarded under his. The covers were still heaped over them, making a moist, warm cave, shielding them from the chill of the room.

He nudged the side of her face with his nose. He could smell himself on her and it made something within him stretch in satisfaction.

“May,” he said, in greeting or simple acknowledgment: May, here with him. May.

He opened his mouth over her earlobe, tasting a hint of salt.

She brushed her hand into his short hair. “Look…”

“Mmm.” He tongued down the side of her neck, making her shiver. Making his hips shove into hers.

“We can’t—”

“Hush,” he whispered, doing a push-up over her. He wanted to see her breasts. It’d been dark last night and he hadn’t taken the time to look.

Now, though… now he had all the time in the world.

There they were, round and perky, her nipples shockingly dark against her fair skin. Her tits looked kind of happy to see him.

Unlike the rest of her. “Sam,” she complained, wriggling beneath him.

He winced as a sharp knee nearly took out his morning joy.

“They’ll hear you, you know,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to one brown nipple. He’d given up way too soon last time. “You want that? Them listening?”

She stilled at his words—or maybe it was because he was licking her nipple.

“I… I don’t think…” Her husky voice trailed away as he sucked her into his mouth and he hid a grin.

Good. Her thinking had never led to anything positive for the two of them. Better to not let her think at all.

He tongued his way across the skin of her chest, the delicate bones beneath, to her other breast. He licked all the way around that nipple before opening his mouth over it.

She whimpered softly—sweet, sweet music to his ears. “We… ah… we shouldn’t. Sam…”

She might be voicing doubts, but her legs opened, welcoming him in. He let his weight settle against her, his cock sliding on her moist skin. He could feel the rough little curls over her pussy, the heat and slipperiness below. Suddenly he had a driving need.

He raised his head, looking into her wide, dark eyes as he nudged himself into her folds, sliding. “May.”

She was wet. Her eyelids drooped to half-mast. Her cheeks were pink, a crease from the sheets still imprinted on one, and her hair was flattened against the side of her head from sleeping.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He kissed her because he had no other way to tell her how big his heart was right now—swollen to bursting with need for her. She was so small, so vicious, so vulnerable. All that packed into one feminine body, one lightning-quick mind. How could he ever keep up? How could he ever let her go again?

He pushed his tongue into her mouth too soon, not letting her get used to what they were about to do.

He angled his head, taking her mouth, staking a claim on her.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the side of the bed. He had more condoms under the mattress, if he could just reach them… He felt with his left hand, fumbling with the blanket hanging over the edge of the bed. The crease was just there…

She murmured something and he growled back, nipping at her bottom lip. His cock pulsed with blood, with heat and need, and he wanted to put it in her. Where was the damned condom?

His fingers found the square packet just as she arched under him, rubbing her pussy against him.

Jesus. He nearly went cross-eyed.

He broke away from her lips, gasping. “Hold on.”

“Hurry.” Her single, moaned word made his hips jerk against her. He had to get that condom on.

He knelt up, tearing the square open with his teeth, hands vibrating as he concentrated everything he had on rolling the thin latex down his cock.

When he glanced up he couldn’t help but catch his breath. She lay on his bed, spread and open like a thirteen-year-old’s wet dream.

Like everything he’d ever hoped for in this life.

Her eyes glinted in the dawn’s light as he took his cock in hand and lowered himself.

“May,” he whispered, and he didn’t know if she could tell that he was bleeding from the soul as he found her opening. As the head of his dick nudged inside.

Hot. Soft and tight and hot.

God damn. So fucking good.

He closed his eyes for a moment, praying, gritting his teeth, teetering on the edge of bursting.

She wrapped her slim legs around his hips and pulled, and he grunted as he slid all the way into her.

Her hands were skittering over his shoulders, her mouth open, panting. “Move.”

He withdrew slowly, carefully.

She arched beneath him, her head tilted back on her graceful neck. Her throat was damp. “Move, move, move.”

And he did. Shoving hard into her, riding her roughly, making the bed rattle against the wall. Blissed out on fucking May.

She moaned, loud and uninhibited, and the sound sent a shock of lust through his spine, electrifying every nerve. He propped himself up on his elbows and pounded into her, watching her face, sharing her breaths. Her breasts jiggled against his chest with each thrust, and even in this animal state with nothing on his mind but the feel of her around him and how ever-loving good it was, even now he was aware of the thin wisps of regret and longing and sorrow, hanging like cobwebs in the corners of his brain. He wanted this forever. Now and tomorrow and all the days afterward, him and May together, amen.

If she’d only let it be so.

He rode her until his chest was heaving and his heart was racing and the breath sawed in and out of his throat and he might have a heart attack at any moment. Until the pleasure raced up and down his spine, looking for outlet. Until she gasped his name, soft lips trembling. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore and bent to lick the sweat from her beautiful throat. Until he felt her orgasm hit, hard and overwhelming, squeezing tight around him, holding him like she’d never let him go.

Until his sight whited out with his own release.

He slumped against her, twitching helplessly from the aftershocks, his brains blown out. He knew he was heavy, probably crushing her, but he just couldn’t move. He had to wait for his brain to reboot.

“Sam.” Becky’s voice came from below, sounding high and panicked. “Sam!”

He jolted up, throwing the covers over May even as he reached for the Beretta under the bed.

“What?” he yelled back, fumbling off the condom and taking a few painful short hairs with it. “Becky?”

Where the fuck were his jeans?

George answered him. “There are people outside this house. With dogs.”