Page 13 of Tame Me

Soon, our mouths drifted apart as our breaths grew rapid. He rocked back and forth. Plunged in and out. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a fine sheen covered his delicious flesh.

A deep rumble erupted from Billy’s throat. His plunging became harder, faster. He clenched his jaw, and I knew he’d arrived at the point of no return. Just knowing that tilted me over the edge, and I dug my fingers into his ass and gasped as a third orgasm shuddered through me.

Billy groaned, deep and primal, as he plunged into me with several pounding thrusts. He slowed down and softened inside me. He opened his eyes, and it seemed to take a little while before he was able to focus.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something. Instead, he leaned forward to kiss me. Then he rolled over to my side, and I curled into the nook of his shoulder and rested my hand on his chest.

His heart galloped, and as I lay there, listening to the steady beat, I relaxed into our after-sex embrace. It was perfect. Billy was perfect. Everything was perfect.

I propped up onto my elbow to look at him, and he smiled at me. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

I kissed him. Just a simple kiss before I crawled back off the bed.

“Would you like to stay the night?”

Billy’s question caught me off guard, and I spun to him wide-eyed. “Oh, ummm?—”

“It’s okay.” He must’ve seen my shock. “Maybe next time.”

“Yes, maybe next time.” I set about redressing, and when Billy went to the bathroom, I tried to analyze why his question had startled me. As I searched my brain for a plausible reason, I realized there really wasn’t one.

He returned from the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a stunning contented smile on his face. “Thank you for a great night. Would you like me to walk you to your room?”

“No, thank you. That’s not necessary.” I gathered my clutch from the table. “Good night, Billy.” I stepped over and kissed his cheek before I made my way to the door.

“Good night, Jane. See you again soon.”

I strode the short distance to my room and went straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed. My body pulsed to lovely throbbing sensations as I stood under the warm cascade.

Afterward, I dressed in my cotton pajamas, sat on the edge of my bed, and reached for the diary. I turned to the 12th of October and wrote Cowboy Billy Room 15 at the top.

I wrote about our wonderful evening together, the incredible sex, and how thrilling it was to watch his enormous erection plunging into me.

With that thought, I wrote Maximum Exposure beneath his name at the top.

I put the diary aside, and as I curled under the covers and rolled onto my side, I imagined falling asleep in Billy’s magnificent arms.

It was a wonderful way to let sleep take me to another world.

Chapter Four

I’d been so caught up with my dreaded trip back home to Mildura that I’d failed to foresee my other dilemma. It was Thursday night and my last shift before I took three nights off work. Come nine o’clock tomorrow morning, I’d be on a plane, and I wasn’t scheduled to return home until Sunday afternoon.

That meant, unless I found a man during tonight’s shift, I wouldn’t be able to complete my sexual challenge this week.

My brain flitted to the possibility of taking up my challenge in Mildura, but the very thought of it launched bile into my throat, and I quickly smacked that rotten idea away.

I walked to my kitchen in search of something to eat but after staring into my fridge for a while, I closed the door, uninspired. And that was when I saw Hunter’s phone number. It was written on the napkin from the Blue Haven Café still secured to my fridge by the surfboard magnet.

I lifted the magnet, and as I stared at the number, my fingers trembled. This could be my savior. He could be my savior.

My heart galloped at the prospect of calling him. Holding the napkin like it was a sheet of gold leaf, I placed it on my tiny dining table and plucked my phone from my bag. Before I changed my mind, I dialed his number.

“Hunter McCall here.”

“Hi, Hunter, it’s Memphis. Do you remember me? We met on the Gold?—”

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