And the higher he goes, the more I want him there. This is maddening.
I want Danger’s fingers on me. I spread my legs a little, letting him slip freely past my lace panties.
He moans his approval and slides a finger over my slick skin. “All this wetness for me?”
“Slow down,” I warn, trying not to enjoy his finger as it traces over me. “Please.”
He laughs. “You don’t like living recklessly?”
“No, I like living, period.” I push his hand away. “Now slow down.”
He lets his foot off the gas and we start to slow. “Better?”
I twist my body as much as I can in the seat and angle myself so I’m facing the window. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the way.”
Danger laughs again. “I was in complete control the whole time.”
Chapter 9
Danger
We stop around midnight so I can get a little sleep before driving the rest of the way to Indianapolis.
“I’m just going to call my father while you get the rooms,” Monterey says, stepping away from the car and putting her phone up to her ear.
I head into the lobby, smiling at the blonde behind the counter. “Two rooms, please.” I wink at her just for good measure. Or maybe because I’m used to winking at pretty ladies. Or maybe it’s because I’m fucking tired and want to get a bed, soon.
She taps at her computer. “I’m so sorry we’re all booked up. We may have one room available for the night.”
I slide my company card across the counter. “Even better. One bed?”
She nods. “Yes, I have a king available.”
Normally I’d fight the clerk, beg her to find another room, maybe even check a neighboring hotel, but instead I crack a grin at the thought of sharing a room with Monterey. I’ve decided I like getting a rise out of her. And sharing a room should do it.
I grab the key and head back out to the car, sliding into the driver’s side to pull around the back of the building where our room is.
The motel is one of those right off the highway deals where all rooms face the street.
Monterey’s back in the front seat, her phone call to her father obviously over.
“What did Daddy Dearest say?”
“I just let him know we’ll be there tomorrow. He has a lot of things to go over with you at the track. So I figured I could drive the rest of the way so you can get some more rest.”
I start the engine, pulling through the parking lot. “I like that idea.” I park the car right in front of our room, and step out.
“Pop the trunk. I need my bags.”
I do as she says, popping the trunk and pulling out her roll luggage and then pulling out my duffle. I still haven’t told her about the one room, and I’m actually looking forward to the moment she finds out.
We walk up the steps and I reach the door of room two-thirteen. “Where’s my room?” she asks, scanning the hall.
“Right here.” I open the door for her and she brushes past me. I’m sure she’s still mad about my little stunt on the highway. And I’m not gonna lie, I loved touching her wet little pussy while racing down the road.
Sure, she didn’t care for the trick, but I’ll tell you this now, she fucking loved having my finger running over her heated skin.
She was wetter than any other woman I’ve ever touched. And the way she moaned out just a bit when I slid past her panties was enough to tell me she loved it. And she probably wants it to happen again.
Or maybe it’s just me who wants it to happen again.
Real soon.
I cross into the room after her and toss my duffle on the floor.
“Um, what are you doing?” she asks, glancing around like I’ve stepped into the wrong room.
“You’re my roomie tonight.” I plop onto my back on the bed and shove my hands behind my head.
“Uh, no no no. No. We are a wholesome couple who doesn’t need to room together. Besides we’re in some small town in the middle of America. I doubt any reporters are snooping around for a story.”
I laugh at her reaction, the tinge of pink lighting up her cheeks. “You can never be too sure.”
“Danger, you need to get another room.”
“Can’t do that.” I cross my legs at the ankles, all stretched out.
“Fine.” Her lips are tightly pressed into a firm line. “I’ll get another room.”
“I’m afraid you can’t do that either.” I sit up, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. “They’re all booked up. It’s one night. I’m sure your virtue will be safe with me.” I head past her, into the bathroom to take a shower.
“I doubt that,” she mumbles as I pass.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. You know what would really relax my muscles is having Monterey in this shower with me. I think back to the way she felt against my fingertips in the car and my cock comes to life.