Page 4 of Deceitful Dreams

Her pink tongue licks her lips, and my stomach contracts.

“A room,” she says. I nearly miss it with how low she’s spoken and how consumed I am with her mouth. She places the drink on the roof of the car, stretching her arms above her head. The white tank top rises above her shorts, flashing the tanned skin, and a small red jewel peeks from underneath.

My eyebrows furrow. “You pierced?”

Sophie looks down at her stomach and smiles, pulling her shirt up more to show off the bedazzled cherry dangling below her belly button. “Yup. And a matching color for my tits.”

A small gasp escapes her mouth as if she’s embarrassed she blurted that out. A blush flames my cheeks, and I give her a crooked smile as I look away. It’s that or staring at her nipples to see if I can make out the rods that might be poking through the thin material. Her perky tits have been taunting me all day, every bounce with every bump or every jiggle as she adjusted her position.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” I tease with a small smile. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Sophie smirks. “Who says I’m quiet?”

I have immediate flashes of her screaming my name as I pummel her with my cock, and I swallow, trying not to show how her words affect me. What is it about this girl that consumes my mind on a primitive level?

“Yeah, I bet you’re not quiet at all,” I mutter. The handle clicks, and I put it back into the pump. Spinning the gas cap closed, I glance over the roof and breathe out in relief that Sophie is already back in the car. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the erection away before I move back into the driver’s seat.

“What’s a lot lizard?” she asks just as I pull onto the highway.

“Definitely not you, sweetheart,” I say with a groan. Not only at having to explain that but also the reminder of the words she had slung at the trucker.

Chapter Three

Sophie

“What the fuck?”

I giggle at Wyatt’s curse as he stares into the motel room. Instead of two full-size beds, there’s a singular queen. I walk in, drop my duffle bag in the small chair next to the window, and shrug.

“It’s only a night. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to grab a nap so we can take turns driving,” I say as he follows me reluctantly, shutting the door with a grimace behind him.

It’s like he’s hesitant to be in such a small space with me, which is humorous considering we had less room in the car. But the single queen size bed is a provocative reminder of the tension between us. I thrived under his attention all afternoon, knowing he noticed me more than he should.

I fall onto my back on the bed, smiling at his continuous frown as he watches me. “Oh come on. I’m sure you’ve gotten into bed with a woman in less time than we’ve known each other. I know I’ve jumped into one.”

His eyes widen and his mouth slacks. “Sophie.”

Sitting up onto my elbows, I laugh. “I’m joking. But seriously, you’re looking all broody and starting to make me feel bad.”

Wyatt drops the bags with a sigh, moving to sit on the corner of the mattress. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Pushing off, I sit up straight. My heart skips a beat at how close he is, I could move my knee an inch and it would brush against his thigh. “I’m fine. I mean, you haven’t tried to pull over and kill me just yet.”

A smile twitches on his lips and he stands, shoving his hands into the pockets of his joggers. The small pull on the fabric gives me a quick glimpse of his cock lying underneath, and my face heats with a flush. I avert my gaze, flipping onto my belly on the mattress.

“It feels good to stretch out,” I moan.

He chuckles. “It could be worse. You could have a smaller car.”

“Then I probably would have just sold it and flew. But I like my car,” I say, peeking at him over my shoulder. He doesn’t notice my gaze as his attention is on my ass before he shakes his head and looks away.

“I was thinking about grabbing us some food. You good here by yourself?” he asks.

I nod, grab the pillow from further up the bed, and cuddle into it. My body is practically melting into the mattress after sitting stiffly all day. It’s only when I hear the click of the door opening and the smell of burgers that I realize I fell asleep.

Turning to watch Wyatt walk in the room with bags of food, I sit up and stretch. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“Traveling can be exhausting, even if you’re just sitting in a car,” he says, handing over a small bag to me.

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