Page 47 of Tell Me Lies

It soon turned into a torrent. Cassie had a feeling Rage didn’t want to make another pit spot but the roads were too wet and slippery to continue. Rage picked the closest hotel on his GPS and parked his Harley. They entered the lobby of a bed-and-breakfast, all soaking wet. This motel looked more promising at the very least, Cassie thought.

She eyed the cozy curtains and charming decor in the lobby. The receptionist, an elderly woman by the name of Helen, even distributed dry towels to all the guests. Half an hour later, they entered their room. The motel ran out of twin beds, so Rage and her had to share one bed … again. Rage certainly wasn’t going to volunteer to sleep on the floor or couch.

“You can shower first. I’ll see if I can find us some late lunch,” Rage said.

Huh. That was unexpectedly thoughtful of him. When she emerged from the bathroom, there was a sandwich on a plate along with a mug of coffee.

Judging by the second empty plate and mug, Rage had already eaten while she was showering.

“Yeah, we’ll be delayed for one more day,” Rage was saying on his cell phone.

He ended the call when Cassie grabbed one plate and sat on the edge of the bed. This motel thankfully provided robes, full ones at that.

“Who was that? Breaker?” Cassie asked.

“Yup,” was all Rage said. “Eat, before the food gets cold.”

“Don’t boss me around,” Cassie said, reaching for the plate.

As Cassie devoured her food, she didn’t miss Rage’s gaze lingering on the slit of her robe. Flushing, she set her plate down and quickly retied the belt.

“Don’t bother. I’ve seen everything and trust me, sweetheart, you have nothing to hide,” Rage said.

She glared at him furiously. It seemed to have no effect on Rage, because he started taking off his wet clothes without warning.

Cassie didn’t look away, she guiltily took in his gorgeously inked and well-toned body. Rage smirked at her before entering the bathroom. He left the door unlocked, she noticed. An open invitation?

Cassie swallowed. Surely, that little strip show wasn’t for her sake … was it? It took Cassie less than a minute to make up her mind. She rose from the bed, set the plate aside, and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Opening it, she caught a glimpse of Rage in the shower.

Rage opened his eyes, as if he knew she was there, gawking at him like some teenager who caught her crush in a compromising position.

“Take off your robe and join me,” Rage said.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t take well to orders,” Cassie said. It wasn’t too late for her to walk out of the bathroom. This was a bad idea anyway. Their first time might be accidental but the second time?

Cassie slipped out of her robe and joined him in the tiny shower cubicle. Once she stepped foot in there, Rage closed his hand on her shoulder. Then he reversed their positions, trapping Cassie against the wall.

Her heart hammered. A shiver of anticipation and heady fear slipped down her spine at the contact of his bare skin against hers. Her nipples tightened and her pussy grew wet. Feverish want swept through her entire body, holding it captive.

Rage pinned her arms above her head and kissed her like he meant it. Cassie kissed him back. Gripping his shoulders, she mounted him like a tree.

Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist. Rage shoved his tongue down her throat. Then he entered her without apology. Cassie let out a muffled moan as he started riding her, rough and without apology.

When he released her mouth, she only screamed for more. Self-loathing coiled inside her. This was so wrong, so dirty, and yet the devilish part of her relished every moment of it.

Rage pounded her against the wall, until she was spent. Emitting a cry of pleasure, Cassie closed her teeth over the side of his neck and bit him. That triggered his own climax. Rage held her close, as he emptied his seed inside her cunt.

It took a few seconds for Cassie to recover. Her legs were shaky as he lowered her until her feet touched the cool tiles. Rage didn’t let go of her right away, and for that she was grateful. Trembling, Cassie rested her chin on his shoulder while he stroked her back, his touch possessive.

“The two of us make a good team, don’t we?” Rage asked.

She didn’t raise her head, because she didn’t want him to see the expression on her face.

While she didn’t agree with him, Cassie didn’t vehemently disagree with him either. Something inside her had chanced … and she wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Chapter Five

Rage reminded himself to behave as they checked out of that sleazy motel. He could tell Cassie was still mad at him. He offered Cassie his spare helmet and she snatched it without a word of thanks.

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