I'll Show You Mine

by Lauren Gallagher

  And if only for tonight, she was going to enjoy the hell out of someone.

  The room she’d rented was in a cheap, shithole motel, the kind of place designed for truckers and travelers on shoestring budgets. She’d only intended to sleep here, clean herself up and head home in the morning, rather than going all the way across town when she’d no doubt be exhausted and sick to death of wearing this dress.

  It wasn’t glamorous or all that enticing for an impromptu interlude, but it would have to do. She had a feeling by the time Shane arrived, she wouldn’t give a single fuck about the burlap curtains or cheap décor.

  As soon as she was in the room, she hurried to the bathroom to quickly take off her makeup. Fortunately, she hadn’t worn much—just a little eyeliner and mascara—and figured he wouldn’t mind if she ditched it now. She took all seven thousand bobby pins out of her hair, letting it fall down past her shoulders, and ran her fingers through it a few times so it was at least somewhat arranged. It was going to be disheveled as hell soon anyway, though, so she didn’t worry too much about it.

  By the time she was both comfortable and presentable, she figured he’d be here, but he wasn’t. She’d been here more than half an hour. Still no Shane. What the hell? He’d come from the same place she had.

  Damn it. Had he gotten lost? Had second thoughts?

  She wrung her hands. He’d be here eventually. Right?

  She wandered to the bathroom to make sure she’d gotten all her makeup off, but the hiss of her nylons gave her pause. There was no such thing as removing those damned things gracefully, especially the kind like this that were meant to make her look a little slimmer than she really was. Better to get them out of the way now while she still had the chance to maintain some semblance of dignity.

  She hitched up her skirt, hooked her thumbs under her nylons, and peeled the damned things off. Finally, she could breathe! Once they were off, she straightened her dress and tried not to think about whether he’d notice the difference between her figure at the wedding versus now. Or if he noticed, maybe he wouldn’t care. He’d come this far, after all—a little extra softness around the midsection wouldn’t be a deal breaker, would it?

  Outside, a car door slammed.

  Alyssa held her breath. The sharp click of dress shoes on pavement seemed to vibrate up from the floor through her feet, right up to her pussy. She closed her eyes and swore she could see him coming up the breezeway, still in that tux, black shoes gleaming in the pale light as he counted down the numbers on the doors until he reached her room.

  Right outside, the footsteps stopped. A shoe scraped on concrete.

  He knocked three times, and she grinned to herself. Taking a deep breath, she gave herself one last glance in the mirror between the TV and the mini fridge, and went to the door.

  She pulled it open and…

  Fuck.

  Half-burnt streetlights and flickering outdoor fluorescents weren’t flattering for most people. No-tell motel parking lots weren’t exactly the sexiest backdrops in the world.

  Shane apparently hadn’t received that memo. Standing there with one hand on the doorframe, his tux coat unbuttoned and his cummerbund still clinging to his narrow waist, he held her gaze and damn near stopped her heart. The harsh lighting deepened the shadows beneath his cheekbones and in the lines that appeared when the corner of his mouth rose as he looked her up and down. Oblivious to the cheap surroundings and dollar-store lighting, he radiated sex from the way his hips were cocked to the sprinkling of dark hairs peeking out from beneath the white cuff around his wrist, to the way looking into his eyes was like staring straight into a camera that was about to film the world’s hottest porno.

  She coughed to get her breath moving, and stood aside. “Come in.”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” He pushed himself off the doorframe and crossed the threshold, and he wasn’t even past the door before he put his arm around her waist. And she was in his arms. And he was kissing her. And holy hell, she loved the way his body felt against hers. With no one around to catch them and inform him of her past sins, she wrapped her arms around him and sighed into his kiss as he ran his hands all over her.

  “Sorry I took so long.” His hands slid down her sides and curved over her ass. “Had to stop. Get condoms.”

  Alyssa sucked in a breath. “I thought you had some.”

  “I had one.” He squeezed her ass and pressed his cock against her hip. “Not nearly enough.”

  Oh God.

  “I already had some.”

  “Damn.” As he leaned down to kiss her neck, he murmured, “I could’ve been fucking you already.”

  She shivered hard. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He groaned against her throat. “God, but you’re direct.”

  “Yes, I am.” She tugged him back a step toward the bed. “And I’m horny. And I really, really want you to fuck me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He cupped her breast and raised his head to kiss her lips. “We’ll get to the foreplay later, then. If I don’t have you soon, I—”

  “Less talking, more fucking.”

  Shane blinked, lips still parted. Then they both laughed.

  “You said you liked direct.”

  “Oh yes.” His fingers drifted up the center of her back, and as he unzipped the back of her dress, he whispered, “And I like naked even better.” With a gentle tug, the dress came free, slipped down over her body and pooled at her feet.

  Panic jolted through her. The lights were still on. What if he saw—

  “Oh God.” He looked her up and down, running his hands all over her. “It’s a damned good thing we have plenty of condoms.”

  “Oh really?”

  He met her eyes, and the gleam in his made her shiver. “Did you really think we were only going to do this once tonight?”

  Alyssa swallowed. “I’m going to hold you to that, you know.”

  “I should hope so.” He gathered her in his arms, his clothes warm against her naked skin. “Unless you’re used to guys who are worn out after the first round?”

  “I’ve experienced that frustration a time or two.”

  He grinned against her lips. “Not tonight.” As he kissed his way down to her neck, he murmured, “I do take a little while to recover. But I can promise you’ll be”—he unsnapped her strapless bra—“well taken care of while I do.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he kissed her full-on, and she could barely breathe with his firm, clothed body against her skin.

  She slid a hand between them and rubbed his dick through his trousers, drawing a groan from his lips. “I wasn’t kidding. About skipping all the foreplay and getting right to it.”

  “Oh yeah?” He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath as she traced his erection with her fingers. Christ, he was hot, especially since she’d somehow untied his bowtie, and it hung unraveled around his neck. “That your way of saying”—he gasped when she squeezed him harder—“you want me to put you across the bed and—”

  “Yes. Now.”

  Before she could think twice, she was on her back, and he was on top of her. If she’d been turned on before, she was almost on fire now, aroused beyond words by the way he’d thrown her down. His trousers were warm against her inner thighs, his jacket soft beneath her hands like it had been when they’d walked up the aisle together.

  “Jesus. I can’t wait.” He pushed himself off her, grabbed the condoms off the bedside table, and fumbled with the packaging for a second, swearing under his breath.

  “Here.” She took them from him. Her hands weren’t much steadier, but she got the box open and freed a condom from the strip. As she did, he sat up to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his trousers.

  The sight of his cock was enough to send an electric tingle right through her body, like the phantom prelude to a powerful orgasm. He was certainly imp
ressive, but it wasn’t the size that made her breath catch—it was the anticipation of being fucked. By him. Finally.

  Alyssa tore the wrapper with her teeth. Between them, they managed to get the condom rolled onto his cock. They didn’t bother pushing his trousers off—they were far enough out of the way. Getting naked wasn’t as important as getting him inside her, and he didn’t resist at all when she pulled him down on top of her. She parted her legs for him, and as he guided himself to her, she was on the verge of losing her mind.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, fuck—”

  “Don’t mind if I do.”

  One thrust, and he was all the way inside her.

  They both froze, lips almost touching, but neither of them moving or even breathing.

  “Oh. My God.” He brushed their lips together, then let his head fall beside hers. “You feel…” He withdrew slowly, pulling out maybe an inch, and then thrust again.

  Alyssa yelped. She gripped his jacket just for something to hold on to, and rocked her hips as he picked up speed. She was completely naked, and he was still almost completely dressed, his warm tux and trousers brushing against her body with every thrust, and she’d never imagined that could be so fucking hot. His belt buckle marked time, jingling sharply every time he moved. He was dressed, and she was naked, and they were fucking, and she almost never came from this alone, but if he kept moving like that…

  “Oh God.” She gripped his lapels and kissed him hungrily.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m…no way I’m gonna last long. Too…”

  She rocked her hips back, and he groaned, shuddering violently against her. She kept rolling her hips, and he kept thrusting until he slumped over her, panting and shaking.

  He touched his forehead to hers, breathing hard against her lips. “That’s what I’ve been dying to do since before the ceremony.”

  Alyssa laughed. “That makes two of us.” She lifted her chin and kissed him lightly. “Just think what’ll happen when we both get undressed.”

  He glanced down, quite possibly realizing for the first time that he was still fully dressed, and when their eyes met, they both laughed. He kissed her again, then pulled out and murmured, “Don’t move.”

  As if she could.

  He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, probably to get rid of the condom. When he came out again, he’d fixed his clothes—aside from the bowtie—but made no move to leave. Instead, as he returned to the bed, he took off his jacket but left on the shirt and cummerbund. He pulled his belt from its loops with a spine-tingling hiss. Her mouth watered as she watched him coil the long piece of shiny leather in his hands.

  “What?” He grinned at her and held up the belt. “Were you expecting me to do something with this?”

  She moistened her lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

  His eyebrows flicked upward, and then he set the belt aside and lay down beside her again. “Maybe I’ll have to reconsider my plans for the rest of the evening.” He slipped his hand between her legs, and she gasped when he trailed his finger along her pussy lips. “But first, you haven’t come yet.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to speak, and claimed a deep kiss in the same moment his fingertips grazed her clit. She whimpered into his kiss and pushed against him, rubbing against his fingers.

  “I want to make you come,” he murmured between kisses, “and then I’m going to fuck you again. Until you can’t walk.”

  Alyssa just moaned, and he kept kissing her and teasing her. Jesus, his fingers were magic, but it was his kiss that drove her wild. It was impossible for someone to be this gentle and sensual and still be firm and demanding. But he did it, just as casually and perfectly as he looked impossibly sexy against an unsexy backdrop.

  He broke the kiss, but their lips were still nearly touching when he whispered, “Before we’re done tonight, I’m”—he paused for a kiss—“going to taste your pussy.”

  Alyssa moaned, pressing against his fingers and nearly unraveling at the thought of his mouth on her clit. “Oh God…”

  “Definitely tonight.” His hand moved faster. “But I can’t get enough of kissing you.”

  With that, his mouth was over hers again, and his fingers’ rapid circles were uneven, frantic, the way her own would be if she were fantasizing alone, as if he felt the same near-delirious desperation she did and was as close to losing control as she was.

  She pinched her own nipple, and a shiver ran through her. With a gasp, she broke the kiss, and he didn’t miss a beat—his lips went straight to her neck. Holy fuck. She arched and squirmed, baring as much of her throat as she could. He took full advantage and explored her neck all over, teasing long-neglected erogenous zones with his skilled lips, and all the while, he circled her clit and sent her closer and closer to the edge.

  “For the record,” he breathed against her neck, “if we’d stayed out on that deck much longer, this would have happened right there on the boat.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  And right then, as her mind was filled with images of him fingering her against the railing while she struggled not to make a sound and give them away, he circled just a little faster, and she fell to pieces. She thought she heard herself cry out, but all she was sure about was the hot-cool electricity radiating from her clit. Her whole body was trembling, her toes curling and her own fingers pinching her nipple harder, which only sent her further out of her mind.

  As she came down, his fingers slowed, and he barely touched her now, not stopping abruptly but also not overstimulating her.

  She let go of her nipple. As her other hand relaxed, she realized she’d grabbed a handful of his shirt.

  “My God.” She let her hands fall beside her. “And you’re still not even undressed yet.”

  Shane laughed. He kissed her neck, then settled beside her, propping himself up on his elbow. Trailing his fingers over her stomach, he said, “I’m not undressed, but you certainly are.”

  She licked her lips. “What happened to pushing my dress up onto my hips so you’d have something to hold on to?”

  “It turned out you were right.” He cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his thumbnail. “That dress did look better in a rumpled heap on the floor.”

  “Mmhmm. So when do I get to see you naked?”

  He flashed a wicked grin. “Is that a hint?”

  “Clothes. Off.”

  Shane laughed. Then he sat up, and when he started unbuttoning his shirt, Alyssa’s pulse went crazy. She’d already seen him without the coat, and she’d already had him inside her, but the sheer anticipation of seeing him—every naked inch of him—made her heart race.

  He reached behind him, unclasped the cummerbund, and tossed it on the other bed. She thought he’d finish unbuttoning his shirt next, but he reached for his sleeves, and her mouth watered—there was something inexplicably sexy about watching a man take off his cufflinks. She didn’t question it. She just watched while he took off the left, then the right, and set them on the bedside table with quiet clicks.

  And all the while, he looked back at her, lips quirked and eyes narrow as if to say I see you watching me, you dirty girl.

  God. Now who was pushing whose buttons?

  She might’ve had a witty comment, some remark to prove she was still articulate, but banter was impossible when she was hypnotized by his fingers opening his shirt one button at a time. After stealing glances at him all night long, wishing she could see him undressed, it was surreal to think she was inching closer to making that fantasy a reality. He’d already fucked her, and already made her come so hard she was surprised he hadn’t had to peel her off the ceiling, but she still hadn’t seen him naked. Yet.

  As he shrugged off his white dress shirt and then peeled off the T-shirt underneath, Alyssa’s pulse went ballistic. He wasn’t furry by any means, but dark hair fanned out fr
om the middle of his chest, and a thin line went from his navel down toward the trousers he hadn’t taken off yet.

  And… Tattooed arms. Christ. Shane was all of her fantasies manifested into flesh, blood and ink.

  She ran her hands up his inked arms. “You love tattoos, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “Pain doesn’t bother you, then.”

  “No, it doesn’t.” He took off his T-shirt and met her eyes, something gleaming in his that turned her spine to jelly. “Would you think less of me if I said I enjoyed it?”

  Oh. Oh, holy fuck.

  “Less of you?” She exhaled. “No. Definitely not.” She dug her nails into his arms and raked them over his skin, and the groan he released went straight to her pussy. “But it might make me get ideas in my pretty little head.”

  “Ideas?” His eyebrow arched, but he didn’t quite mask the shiver that went through him. Especially not when she glanced at his belt on the other bed, and he followed that glance. Grinning, he said, “Ideas such as?”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” She touched the middle of his chest and dragged a single nail down, grinning as he closed his eyes and shuddered. “I might start thinking you”—she circled his navel with her nail, making the muscles contract—“enjoy the pain.”

  “That would be—” He gasped, abs tightening as she drew her nail upward. “Fuck.”

  “You do, don’t you?” The effect of her playful taunting was lost in her own breathlessness. “Please tell me you do.”

  He met her eyes. “Oh, I do. Giving and receiving.”

  Oh fuck. If I’m dreaming, please don’t let me wake up.

  He swept his tongue across his lips. “And you?”

  “Same.” She pulled in a breath. “Giving. And receiving.”

  His eyebrows jumped. “Really?”

  She nodded.

  “Hmm. Sounds like we have a lot in common.” He came down and let his lips brush hers. “Now might be a good time to tell you that I have a collection of…things. At home.” Another soft kiss. “And I have a funny feeling you’d have quite an appreciation for those things.”