by Cd Brennan
Dave was sharing with Josh.
“I brought some food and wine.” He unloaded the goods onto a small counter that held the coffee maker and ice bucket. He made sure to get a screw-top wine and opened it to let it breathe.
Normally, Dave could have eaten all that was in front of him, plus ten times more, especially since they hadn’t eaten since this morning. Well, except for the power bar he accepted from Rory. But she needed this fuel as much, if not more, than he did.
When he turned around, she was still curled up in a ball facing the wall. He placed the picnic at the bottom of the bed and the wine in a plastic cup on the nightstand with the lamp. “Sierra,” he said quietly as he sat and laid his hand on her leg. Her eyes were open but she didn’t respond. He tried again. “Sierra, hon, eat something, and you’ll feel better.”
She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m not your hon.”
He wouldn’t let her coldness get to him. Never judge someone when they were in pain. And Dave was convinced she was the one for him. He’d never felt so pulled into the orbit of another person, never wanted a woman so physically before, the urge to take her a constant thrum in his body.
“Sierra.” No hon this time. “Please just eat and drink something.”
“For fuck sake.” She jerked up to a sitting position, her back against the bed headboard. “Can’t you leave a girl alone to brood in peace?” But then she noticed the spread of food in front of her and her face scrunched up as if she was going to cry again.
Oh, shit. “Here,” Dave said, shoving a plate at her. “It’s sushi. You seemed the type to like foreign foods.”
Her face calmed, and she swiped her hair back away from her face. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Dave picked up his own plate and was done eating by the time Sierra finished one sushi roll.”
“Do you want some of mine?” she asked.
Yes, Dave was hungrier than a lion, and the little bit he’d eaten was no more than an appetizer, but she needed the nourishment. “Nah, I’m good. You eat.” Instead, he ate the rest of the pickles and drank the juice. It was good for the muscles and how he’d gotten his nickname. He drank the pickle juice after every game.
After she nibbled on the rest, he offered her the cup of wine and held his own up to her. “Cheers. Here’s to…”
He wanted to toast them being together, but that was a bit forward. Dave would never have the balls to do such a thing. “You decide,” he said to Sierra.
“Here’s to going to jail,” she said, her voice loaded with sarcasm and anger.
“You’re not going to jail.”
“Yes”—she locked her fierce eyes on him—“I am.”
“Not if I have anything to do with it.”
Her fast softened and she licked her lips. When she did, Dave couldn’t tear his gaze away from her tongue. He imagined the redness with the soft tip licking up his cock. He blew out a big breath and turned his hips to hide his boner.
She reached out and rubbed his knee. “You’re such a good man.”
Not really, not if she knew what he was thinking.
“You’re too good for me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes”—she nodded, a frown on her face—“you are. I can’t even imagine telling you some of the things I’ve done in my life.”
“Why not?”
She threw back her head and sighed. “It’s embarrassing. Like I said, you’re good and I’m not.”
“Sure you are. You took care of your brother growing up. That says loads about you. Your unselfishness, your caring, your good nature.”
She shook her head. “No. Not the way I took care of him.”
Dave was confused. She’d become too abstract. “What do you mean? You told me what you did for him.”
She was still shaking her head. “I can’t, Dave.” She grabbed his hand. “You’re too good to be involved with me. Seriously.”
“I have to disagree.”
She had finished her plate of food and set it to the side on the small table between the beds. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I need to take a shower but I’m too tired.”
Dave was, too. Beyond exhausted, but there was something about being around Sierra that kept him going, kept him awake when he could have easily fallen into a comatose sleep. After little rest last night, the early morning romp with Sierra, the adrenaline-pumped drive down the interstate, 73 minutes of rugby, and sitting in that uncomfortable chair at the police station for over six hours, Dave should be absolutely wrecked tired. But he wasn’t. It was like Sierra fueled him with her presence.
“Here, I’ll help you into the bathroom and then let you get some sleep.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll get up in a minute.”
He rose, then scooped her up in his arms. She was a light thing, and she didn’t fight it. Instead, she lay her head on his chest as he walked her into the bathroom. He stood her on her feet, her body sliding down his until she hit the floor. Her arms were still around his neck so he took the opportunity and hugged her tight. Who didn’t need a hug? Everyone did. Even one tough-as-nuts hairdresser.
“Thank you for coming to get me today.”
Dave smiled, his lips tickled by her hair. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to that.”
“It’s hard for me.”
“To say thank you?”
Silence a moment, and then, “Yeah, and to rely on others.”
He pulled away from her and kissed her forehead and then her nose. He hesitated, his gaze frozen on her lips, but she took the initiative and rose on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was just a small, soft one, a quick thank you, and Dave didn’t want to push it. They were both exhausted. But his body responded anyway, his dick half-staff in his shorts and pressing against her stomach. She must know. He swallowed, and then she kissed him again. This time long and languid, a sip of his lips. Immobilized by the intensity, he barely could kiss her back, chasing her mouth only briefly. She sucked on his bottom lip, then nibbled along his top one. She darted the tip of her tongue into his mouth before returning to caress his mouth.
Dave was so enthralled with the softness of the moment, the passion she could ignite in him, he forgot to move for the longest time. But then it became too much and he grabbed her ass and crushed her crotch into his groin. They both groaned as he gyrated his hips against hers.
And then something snapped in Dave, and he took over their kiss with an urgent ferocity, sucking her mouth, ramming his tongue inside where she sucked deeply. His cock was swollen, painful when he finally thought to get rid of her clothes.
He pulled her jacket and shirt off first, and at the sight of her breasts in her black lace bra, her nipples protruding through the semi-transparent cups, his mouth went dry. He cupped both of her breasts, the feel of her flesh through the fabric erotic. When he thumbed her nipples, she gasped, her eyes only slits, heavy with desire.
God, she was beautiful.
He kissed her again as he worked the button undone on her skinny jeans. Her pants were tight, and as he peeled them down her legs, he kissed down her navel to her panties. They were of the same transparency as her bra. He held on for a moment, taking deep breaths until he could continue. After she stepped out of her jeans, he tugged on her panties with his teeth.
Sierra moved her hands from his shoulders and lowered her own panties, sliding them down her legs and off her feet. She wore a toe ring he hadn’t noticed before. Her feet were beautiful, so delicate.
He took the left one and bent her knee so she’d raise it. Her hands went back to his shoulders to steady herself. Dave took his time and kissed up her instep, over her ankle, up her calf, the back of her knee, along her inner thigh until he came to his prize. So beautiful with no hair. He used his fingers to separate her lips, and with the first lap of her clit, she groaned loud and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He moved his tongue slowly in circles,
first around her bud and then sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Dave, that’s good.” Her hips followed his rhythm, chasing his tongue when he came to the end of a long lick and before he began the next.
Dave was so turned on he could barely breath, gasping in air through his nose. He licked faster, he couldn’t help himself, and then sucked her clit into his mouth hard. When she came, she grunted, then jerked, yelled out his name as she clutched the back of his neck and ground herself into his face. As her body twitched, he licked softer and slower, held her tight around her ass so she wouldn’t fall.
Her body stilled, but her breathing was still heavy. Dave laid kisses up her belly, each breast, and when he sucked each nipple gently, she twitched again, her fingers moving in his hair, massaging his scalp. He rose to standing and kissed her mouth gently until she opened her eyes.
They were glazed from her orgasm, and as much as he wanted to relieve himself by pounding inside her, he knew she was tired, had gone through a traumatic experience…and what kind of man would he be if he only thought of his own relief?
Dave shoved the shower curtain aside with the screech of metal against metal, took her elbow, and gently assisted her into the shower. Unusually, she didn’t balk or put up a fight, and that said enough for how devastated she must be. But as Dave went to close the curtain, she grasped his T-shirt in her fist and yanked him in the shower with her.
Dave stumbled over the lip of the tub and smashed into the far wall. She pulled at his shirt like it was on fire until it was over his head and on the bathroom floor, and then she shoved his shorts and briefs down until they were around his ankles. While he threw them out of the tub, Sierra turned to get the shower going. Her backside was to him, and…God. She. Was. So. Sexy. To see her pale skin bare, her ass like a heart, her back arched, her spine, her neck.
At the first touch of his hands on her back, she looked at him over her shoulder, but when he started to massage her ass, her hips, gliding his rough palms over her back to her shoulders and arms, she arched up to meet his touch.
“You ready?” she asked.
The water came then, so he lathered his hands with soap and continued his ministrations on her back, her belly, and finally up to her breasts. God, so good. His hands were slippery with soap as he caressed each one, running his palms over and over her nipples.
She groaned. “That feels so good.”
When he pinched her nipples and sucked on her shoulder and neck, she gasped.
Oh, God, he couldn’t hold on and rubbed his dick between her butt cheeks, dragging the head of his penis along her vulva. He’d never had a woman in the shower. It was surreal and all too real at the same time. Vanilla Dave, vanilla sex, but now he knew what he’d been missing. No more vanilla.
When she locked her arms on the wall and pushed against him, he rammed into her. He tried to be slow, he really did, but desire had been building in him for too long, and every sound she made, every look she gave him, turned him harder. He’d nearly blown himself when she orgasmed earlier.
Now, he bucked into her. Nothing else existed but her fingernails spread like tiny rose petals against the white tile. That was his only focus as pure sensation and pleasure took over his body, and he slammed into her over and over until his orgasm came fast, no slow build, and split him open from the inside out.
For minutes, he couldn’t move, couldn’t catch his breath, the water from the shower head spraying on his face into his gaping mouth. As Sierra adjusted to standing, Dave slipped out of her. And it was only then he realized they hadn’t used any protection. He wasn’t one of those guys to carry a condom around in his wallet since he wasn’t one of those guys that had fierce unplanned sex in a shower. But, damn, if that wasn’t the best he’d ever had.
He was still trying to come back to the present, quiet his racing heart, when Sierra turned and stepped into him, wrapped her arms around his back, and pressed pecking kisses to his neck.
“I’m sorry. We didn’t use a condom.” That was all Dave could think of.
“It’s okay. I get the Depo every three months.”
Depo? “Is that birth control?”
“Yes, don’t worry. I’m not into having babies at the moment. If ever.”
No babies? It was a vague thought, and one that made Dave sad in a way. And what about diseases? STDs? And this Depo…was it reliable? Dave had never been so irresponsible, lost in his own lust, driven by his want and desire for Sierra more than any other thought in this world.
Chapter 10
“Sierra!” came a loud shout from the room.
She jerked back out of his arms so the spray hit on the top of her head. “Shit! That’s Dick.”
Aw, fuck.
Sierra scrambled out of the shower and shouted, “Be right out!”
She toweled herself off fast and then gave Dave a full view of her ass as she bent over and roughly dried her hair. Dave was barely back in reality after his orgasm, and Dickmeister was now on the other side of the hotel door. Shit. What a day. Actually, the last two days. He would lock himself in a dark room to do the seeding for his greenhouse and recuperate for a week when they got back to Traverse City.
There was muffled talking beyond the door, their words incomprehensible. He quickly dressed back into his jersey and shorts, both rumpled and wet from being trampled on the floor. He left off his briefs. They were soaked somehow. But what to do with them? If he left them in the trash bin, Dick might notice something was up. Hell, Dick would notice something was up because Dave was standing in their hotel bathroom. Screw it. He tossed the briefs into the bin.
Maybe Dave could wait it out in the bathroom until Dick passed out. He’d be drunker than a skunk by now.
“I gotta piss!” The door jerked open, and there was Dick, Sierra grasping one arm, trying to hold him back. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of booze. At some point his hair had gotten wet and sticky, most likely from sloshed beer or keg stands or whatever the boys had been up to.
Dick stopped short when he noticed Dave by the shower. “What’s Dave doing in our bathroom?”
Maybe Dick was so drunk he wouldn’t make the connection.
“He needed to use our toilet,” Sierra said.
“What? He doesn’t have his own toilet in his room?” Dick swayed and lurched to grab the sink.
Sierra was still holding the towel wrapped around her body. “He couldn’t get into his room for some reason.”
Aw, shit. Sierra was trying to lie them out of this. Dave hated lying. But somehow he knew she was doing this for him. He had no idea how Dick would react. He was #1 Asshole and had a mighty temper.
Dick’s brow furrowed and he blinked. His mouth hung agape, his eyes first on Sierra, then Dave, both with wet hair, and then zeroed in on Dave’s briefs in the trash bin. He squinted and then turned and pushed past Sierra out the door. He stood staring at the remnants of their picnic, the wine glasses on the bedside table. Even drunk, Dick was making the connection.
“Stay here,” Dave said to Sierra and slid past her to put himself between her and Dick. Dick was a volatile bastard, and Dave wouldn’t allow him to hurt Sierra.
But she followed him out, of course.
Dick had gone from drunk to sober in under ten seconds. His face was mottled in anger and spittle clung to his lips. He turned to Sierra. “You fucked Dilly Dave, didn’t you?”
Dave hated his nickname, but it was ten times worse when Dick massacred it further. “That’s none of your business, Dick,” Dave said as he once again stepped in front of Sierra. For being in the forward pack of rugby, he wasn’t a confrontational guy. He didn’t like altercations, which was odd that he was in such a physical position in the rugby. But glad for it when he could release any corporal angst without causing anyone harm. At least, not much. Okay, a little. Rugby wasn’t for the weak.
Dick threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t a natural sound, but forced nastiness like an evil villain. And in Dave’s book
, that wouldn’t be far from reality. Dick controlled his laughter enough to choke out, “Dilly Dave? Seriously?”
“He helped me! Where were you when the cops came for me, huh?” Sierra yelled out.
Dick bent over, slapping his thigh, laughing. “Oh, so it was a pity fuck? Or your way of saying thank you?”
That was enough. Dave grabbed Dick’s arm and jerked him upright. He only had a few inches on him, but Dave outweighed him by fifty pounds. And he’d use it if he had to. “Cut it out, Dick.”
He yanked his arm out and raised his arm as if he would hit Dick, but before he could retaliate, Sierra spoke up, “The cops have my laptop.”
Dick froze like a statue, his arm still raised. “Fuck, Sierra.”
She slipped around Dave so now she was between the men. “It’ll be all right.”
Dick lowered his arm. “How did they get you?”
“The Camaro.”
“Your rental?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
Dave swung back and forth from sister to brother as he tried to follow the conversation.
Sierra ran a hand through her wet hair that hitched her towel up her thighs, barely covering her front. “I’m not sure.”
“Do they know about all the rest?”
“No.” She looked away and then back to Dick. “I don’t think so, at least.”
“You don’t think so?” Dick shouted as he leaned into Sierra.
Dave pushed him in the chest, and he stumbled and dropped onto the other double bed. Sierra followed him and sat beside him. So much for chivalry on Dave’s part.
“Dick, listen, it’ll be all right.”
He rolled his head from side to side on the mattress. “No, it won’t. You’re gonna go to jail. And then what am I going to do?”
Jesus! Dave soothed the situation with “Don’t listen to him, Sierra. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
She looked up at him then, her eyes full of tears, and then one dropped over the lid of her left eye. He wanted badly to go to her and hold her but Dick was here, and he doubted it would go over well. And that was the understatement of the year. His anger could turn this small hotel room into a WCE cage.