Page 101 of Crashing into Love

“I bet you are, hotshot.”

“First, it was killer. Now, it’s hotshot?” Selma chuckled.

“You just came from behind in a semifinal, and now, you’re the top-ranked boarder in the final – yeah, you’re both of those things. And I really want to kiss my girlfriend, so can we maybe head back to the hotel, where I can do that in the privacy of our own room?”

Selma gave her a smile and nodded her head to the side for them to go. They walked without touching, which Selma wasn’t a fan of. People congratulated her on the win as they went, until finally, they were in the van, heading back to the hotel, and she could reach for and at least take Drew’s hand since no one was paying attention to them.

“I have an idea,” Drew said softly enough for no one else to hear.

“What is it?”

“When we get back to the room, I’ll draw you a bath and add some of that bubble stuff the hotel provides that we didn’t use last night. You can soak in it for a while, and then I’ll give you a massage.”

Selma lifted her eyebrows.

“And what did I do to deserve all that?”

“You just won a kick-ass race that everyone but me thought you were going to lose. I’m proud of you. I want to show you how much.”

“You don’t have to do that with a massage, babe. There are other ways you can show me.”

“Oh, the massage is the precursor to that. Was that not clear?”

Selma smiled and let her head rest on Drew’s shoulder, not caring if anyone saw that and had questions. She was happy, and she wanted to share this moment with Drew. When they were dropped off at their hotel, Drew took Selma’s hand back the moment they were inside, but the second they were in the elevator alone, Selma had Drew pressed against the side wall.

“Hi,” she said as she unzipped Drew’s coat.

“Uh… Hi.”

“Can the bath be after?”

“If that’s what you want, sure,” Drew said as she looked down and followed Selma’s hands on her belt buckle.

“I like you in these jeans. I want them off, though.” She undid Drew’s button.

“Babe, we’re in public.”

“Not really.” Selma unzipped Drew’s jeans right before the elevator pinged and the doors opened, so she held Drew’s coat together. “Don’t button them back up.”

Drew looked a little dazed and asked more than said, “I won’t?”

Selma chuckled and pulled on Drew’s hand. She was riding a high. Two nights in a row, filled with amazing sex and several orgasms with her hot girlfriend, followed by falling asleep and waking up next to her, and then having Drew there to support her in the races that she’d also won, had Selma feeling the best she’d ever felt in her life.

“Fuck,” Drew let out when Selma pressed her to the wall of their room and slipped her hand inside her jeans and underwear.

“I missed you,” Selma said as she kissed Drew’s neck.

“I missed you, too. And you don’t want to at least let me take off my coat?”

“Later,” Selma stated and licked up to her earlobe. “I need to be inside you.”

Drew spread her legs wider without waiting for any kind of request or order, and something about that turned Selma on even more. She pushed inside with one and then two fingers, not surprised to find Drew already wet. What she’d discovered was that Drew had the ability to get wet in seconds when she was turned on, and that, apparently, Selma was someone who turned her on.

“What’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

Selma stopped her movements and looked into Drew’s eyes.

“It’s our last night. I don’t want a long bath. I want to do this all night long.”

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