Page 111 of Them Bones

“I got us a room…” Shane said. He sounded a little nervous.

“Okay,” Laney breathed.

“Okay?”

“Okay…”

They walked into the lobby and the receptionist did a double-take as she took in Shane’s fit, suit-clad body and sharp jaw.

“How can I help you this evening, sir?” she asked in a husky voice, twirling a loose lock of hair around her finger.

“My girlfriend and I are checking in,” he said.

She frowned as he slid his ID and a credit card across the counter.

“When did you get a proper driver’s license?” Laney asked him, his hand on her back, his thumb drawing lazy circles over her spine and making the hair on her arms stand on end.

“Jerry made me,” Shane murmured. “He gifted me the truck, said he couldn’t sign over the ownership if I didn’t have a proper license…”

“So you’re like, a real person now,” Laney joked. “The government knows who you are. You have to like, pay taxes and shit.”

Shane shook with silent laughter, as the girl took a carbon copy of his card and handed them two room keys.

“Fourteenth floor."

“Thank you,” Laney said sweetly, levelling her with a look. The girl blushed and busied herself with paperwork.

The elevator felt too small, the electricity between them sparking and crackling, too big to be contained in such a small space. Another couple got on with them, eyeing them with intensity and clearing their throats, the man giving Laney a lingering stare as they exited at their floor.

Shane’s lips quirked into a smile.

The hallway was too long, it felt like it took twenty minutes to get to their room, and when Shane tried to put the key in the lock she noticed his hand shaking, a little. She put hers overtop of his, sliding the key in together, and they felt the click of it unlocking for them.

They stepped inside and took in the room. It was dark, and moody, with a sweeping view of the twinkling city lights, a black leather headboard taking up the entire wall behind a massive California king with a black duvet.

Shane cleared his throat. “Um… so… nice room…” he said. He looked shy, and awkward.

“Nice room,” she parroted softly, reaching up to his shoulders and sliding his jacket off. She tossed it on the desk.

His breath quickened, his grey eyes turning an inky black, and she watched his face as she slipped off one heel and then the other. He smiled at her as she dropped several inches, more or less level with his sternum, and he reached out with his hand and gently pulled the clip out of her chignon, her silky hair falling around her shoulders in waves. He took a handful of it, running his fingers through the strands and letting it fall gracefully back down to her shoulders, his lips parting with lust.

In an extraordinary moment of bravery, she raised her hands to her neck and undid the halter of her dress, letting it slide off her skin and pool around her feet on the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and she stood there, naked, letting him look at her.

His eyes raked over her body, pausing at her collarbone, her nipples, her bellybutton, the junction of her thighs. He choked a little, trying to swallow and suck in a sharp breath at the same time.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he said, his tone reverent.

Laney closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of him finally seeing her like this, before she stepped towards him and reached for his shirt. He watched her face as she slowly undid each button, exposing the skin at his throat and then his chest and then his abs… She pushed his shirt open and off his shoulders, running her hands over his stomach which clenched beneath her touch. She leaned in, gently, and kissed his sternum, her fingertips reaching for his belt. She paused, so used to his hands snapping out to stop her, but he just ran his knuckles slowly up and down her bare arms. She undid his belt, and then the fly of his dress pants, and they fell quietly to the floor just like her dress.

He stepped out of them and hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his black boxer briefs, took a deep breath, and slid them down his legs.

Her mouth watered at the sight of him, the V of his hips carved and defined, his large, pink cock standing proudly at attention and already glossy at the tip…

They stepped into each other at the same time, his mouth finding hers in an earth-shattering kiss, their bodies pressed together without anything between them.Finally...

His hands found her waist and pulled her tighter as he walked her backwards to the bed, tipping over when the back of her legs hit the mattress. He went with her, their mouths never breaking apart, and he slid a hand underneath her low back and lifted her in a swift movement, carrying her further up the bed with just one arm while crawling overtop of her.

Her hands gripped his back, his muscles bunching and tensing as she ran them down to his ass. She gripped his cheeks tight with her nails, just a littlebitewith them, and he jumped, kissing her harder and inhaling sharply.

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