Rain (Gimme 3)

Mike tried to explain what Casey had told him, but it didn’t make sense to me at least not entirely.

I shower and dress to get to the hotel as soon as possible. I’ll stay in the damn lobby all night if I can. I race to get there when I see the flashing lights. “Son of a bitch,” I grumble, pulling out my information.

“License and registration.” I hand it over, hoping to get this over and not get arrested for driving recklessly. There’s hardly no traffic in this spot.

“Do you realize you were driving sixty in a thirty-five?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“No, sir. You can test me if you’d like” I had not even a full beer since we left work.

I can see he’s staring at my eyes while sniffing for the obvious smell of beer. Damn hound dog. “No, that won’t be necessary. Where are you headed?”

“I’m going to my woman’s hotel room.” The cop smirks, thinking I’m rushing for a booty call.

“Hold tight.” He left with my license probably to run my shit for any outstanding warrants, but I’ve never been in trouble, so hopefully, I can get a ticket and be on my way.

He strolls back up to my window, handing me back my license. “I’m going to give you a ticket to remind you that no sexual encounter is worth getting yourself killed in a wreck. Do you realize how many drunk drivers are out tonight?”

The damn hotel was closed to those who didn’t have a keycard to get in. Shit. The lobby hours opened back at six.

I should go home and come back. It’s four hours until they reopen.

Today is a different day. And I’m going to show her that there’s more to being with me than being stuffed with my cock. I rest my head on my hands while my elbows dig into my thighs as I wait for her to come down.

Mike called her and lied for me. He wants to keep his job. I know it’s unethical but nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from making Casey mine forever.

She enters the main lobby, and I’m on my feet. My heart’s pounding out of my chest and I wait, hoping that she’s not going to turn around. She peers around the room looking for him with a frown. I take in what she’s wearing, and it’s sexy as hell. A long-sleeved pink Deadpool riding a unicorn top and a pair of light grey leggings. She even has good tastes in movies. Fuck, my dick won’t stay down. Luckily, I tucked him under my belt, and my jacket hides how fucking hard she’s making me.

Now it’s time to make my move because several fuckers around the room have noticed her delectable ass and I can’t have that.

I have to be careful, so my ass doesn’t get arrested, but she’s leaving with me this minute. I step into her view, and the frown disappears. Her mouth widens in surprise that turns into a smile.

“Come here,” I growl, arching my brow because that’s the only warning she gets before I flip her ass over my shoulder. She does it, saving me the caveman moment.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, but I don’t want an apology. I want her mouth. Sliding my hand around her waist, I pull her to me and lower my head, kissing her for everyone to see. She’s mine and fuck if I’m not going to make it clear to everyone in the room.

“Let’s go to my room,” she mumbles through our kisses.

“No.” It’s like she tossed cold motherfucking water on me. “We’re going out. I’m not fucking you again until you know that this is more than sex. I already explained that to you before, but I don’t think you believe me. Let’s go.”

“I left my coat upstairs.”

“I’ll get you a new one.” There’s a gift shop right there in the hotel, and I buy her a pink and white Chicago White Sox baseball jacket. It’s my favorite team, and fuck, it looks hot on her. I should have let her get her coat that at least hid her huge tits.

“This is too much, Owen. Besides I’m a Rangers fan.” I shake my head at her and slam my mouth to hers, silencing all objections.

“Enough. Let’s enjoy the city. It’s Saturday and a perfect sunny day. Have you had breakfast?”

“No, but my wallet’s in my coat.”

“Girl, you’re mine. From now on when we’re together, I pick up the check. I can’t do shit when we’re not together, but I’m not going to let you pay for shit. For the first time in my life, I have someone I want to spend money on.”

“Damn…someone’s bossy,” she complains as we step out of the hotel.

Turning and pinning her to the wall of the hotel, I whisper with promise, “You have no idea. After last night, you’re lucky I don’t check your ass out of that hotel and keep you snug against my hip.” I kiss her pretty lips and step back before she can try to deepen it. My body already misses hers, but I can’t give in just yet.