Page 134 of Ewan

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

His words give me pause.

“And now?” I eventually ask. “Is tonight better for what you had in mind?”

He looks at me again.

“In many regards, it is. I tried it the other way, and things didn’t work out. So I had nothing to lose when I walked into that club. I knew I wanted to fuck you.”

“Whether I wanted it or not.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“You wanted me to fuck you. I had no doubt about that.”

A few moments pass.

“I didn’t even fuck you,” he says, steering his car off the main road.

Half a mile later, we roll to a stop in front of a barely lit motel. Two cars are parked in the front. A neon sign with two working bulbs shines above the entrance.

“It’s the perfect place. Trust me.”

His humor is reassuring, but he is right about the place.

It’s not the greatest, nor is it the worst place.

I’ve seen worse.

“They texted me the passcode,” he says, reaching inside his pocket and swiping at his phone.

“They have smart locks?”

“It appears so. Let’s see if they work.”

He turns off the ignition, and we climb out before orienting ourselves and finding the room in question.

Seconds later, we walk in without a problem.

In one sweep, I take inventory of the bed, two nightstands, a small table with a couple of chairs, and a small refrigerator.

A few sealed bottles of water sit on the table.

Everything else is on us.

“We won’t spend the night,” he says when I move my eyes to him, not intending to ask any questions, but he felt the need to explain.

With that being said, he comes to me as swiftly and as directly as he had done in that small space at the club and helps me take off my jacket. I drop my bag on one of the chairs and fully cooperate when he grabs the hemline of my top and rolls it past my shoulders.

My pants slide down next before I kick off my boots.

“Get in bed,” he says and heads to the bathroom.

The water runs for a few moments while I slide under the cold, coarse sheets and covers and use the extra blanket they provided to warm myself before he arrives.

He walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist and his clothes in his hand. He drops them on the other chair and puts his boots on the floor before turning to me.

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