Page 18 of Hot Route
“I came in and it was dark and quiet. I was worried,” I say, trying to regulate my heartbeat. I still feel like it could burst in my chest.
“Worried about me?” he questions. His warm smile makes my heart slow to its normal rate instantly. “I was in the theatre room, about to start a movie. The walls are soundproof, otherwise I would’ve heard you come in. I’m sorry I scared you.”
“You didn’t scare me, I just—” I stop myself because honestly, yes, he did. I was terrified thinking something might’ve happened to him. I realize the chances of that are so slim, butI guess my anxiety went into overdrive when he wasn’t where I thought I’d find him.
Blaze must understand because he nods once and leaves it at that.Thank fuck.“If you aren’t busy, want to come down and watch a movie? Your choice.”
“I’d love that,” I say with a smile. “Just let me change and I’ll meet you down there.”
I go to my room, still feeling a little confused by my reaction downstairs. Shoving it aside, maybe to unpack later, I focus on changing into my pajamas. I throw my hair into a messy bun, remove my makeup, and slide my feet into my fluffy pink slippers. Grabbing my comfy plush blanket, I head downstairs to find Blaze in the kitchen, shaking a bag of freshly popped popcorn. I take a second to appreciate his shirtless back, watching his muscles ripple as he moves. He’s so hot, it should be illegal.
He turns, finding me in the doorway behind him and a cocky grin blooms across his face when he notices me staring. I roll my eyes because I know I’m busted. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about the eyeful I just got.
“Ready, Baby Doll?” he says, winking as he holds up a large bowl of popcorn in one hand and two boxes of Sour Patch Kids in the other.
“Yeah,” I say coyly, grabbing both boxes from him. “But you should definitely bring some candy for yourself.” I turn toward the stairs as he chases me, yelling about what alittle shitI am before we both plop down on the custom couch that may as well be considered a giant bed. It’s soft and covered in pillows. It could easily fit fifteen adults comfortably, but we huddle together with our snacks as I flip through our movie choices.
I decide not to go full-chick flick on him and choose the new Jennifer Lawrence comedy. I make it about twenty minutesbefore my eyelids get heavy and I lose the battle, falling asleep peacefully next to Blaze’s warm body.
SIXTEEN
MADS
“Fuck.Yes, Blaze. Right there. Don’t stop,” I moan as he angles his hips upward, the head of his cock brushing my g-spot.
“You feel so fucking good, Baby Doll. So tight. This pussy was made for me.”
I feel like I’m floating, my back arching from the bed, trying to get more—something. Moreeverything.He begins thrusting harder as I feel my walls start to flutter around him. He reaches between us, rubbing teasing circles on my clit with two fingers.God, he knows my body so well.
“That’s it, Mads. Fucking come for me. Soak my cock,” he grits out as he continues his delicious assault on my body.
I’m there. The orgasm that’s been evading me for months feels like it's ready to tear through me. I could almost cry at the anticipation. I thought I was broken. That the only way I’d ever come again was if I was tied up and dominated. But maybe that’s not the case, because feeling Blaze inside me, hearing him grunt as he gets closer to his release, that’s giving me everything I need to get there.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna come!” I cry out. “I’m—I’m…”
I wake with a start, the ache between my legs very apparent as I try to piece together what just happened. It all begins to come back to me as the fog from my deep sleep dissipates. The movie, the candy, falling asleep next to Blaze. Thatdream.
I go to sit up, but I’m being held in place by a thick, muscular arm. Turning my head slightly, a feel a soft breath fan over my neck. Blaze is fast asleep behind me, holding me tightly to his hard, warm body. I steal yet another moment that doesn't belong to me as I push myself further into him. Still asleep, he tightens his arm around me and buries his nose into the back of my neck. I sigh, so content with the way he feels against me.
Just then, his hips give a slight rock and I feel something long and hard between my ass cheeks. My previously cozy state turns to immediate panic as I realize his morning wood is poking my backside. Knowing I need to get out of here to save myself a world of embarrassment, I slowly pull my body from his.
“Come back. Just five more minutes,” he mumbles and I’m pretty sure he’s still asleep as I roll my way off the couch, grabbing my blanket and slippers. He rolls onto his back and his breathing evens back out before I creep my way over to the door and head back upstairs. Once I'm sure I'm out scot-free and he's not following me, I take a moment to collect myself, resting my head on my crossed arms against the kitchen counter.
“Holy fuck,” I say under my breath, still reeling from the events of the last twelve hours. I try to relax, taking some deep breaths. I finally manage to calm my racing heart before I open my eyes and stand straight.
“Sleep good?” a gravelly voice says from behind me, making me jump.
I quickly reach for the coffee maker, lifting the carafe to make myself look busy. “Uh, yeah. You?” I can feel the blood rushing to my ears while I wait for him to mention how I just shamelessly rubbed myself against him while he pretended to sleep.
“Like a baby, actually,” he replies, sparing me the embarrassment of having to talk my way out of whatever the fuck got into me down there.
I make a noncommittal hum as I fill the decanter with water before pouring it into the top of the coffee maker. I’m feeling suffocated by this whole situation. I’m starting to feel things for Blaze that I definitely shouldn’t be feeling. It doesn’t help my delusions that he’s always so flirty. I know that’s his personality and that he’s like that with everyone, but I’m starting to have trouble not blurring the lines in my own mind. I swear, sometimes it feels like he actually wants me.
I busy myself wiping down the already clean counters in an attempt to avoid looking at Blaze, but he catches me off guard as he cages me in with his arms on the edges of the counter before pushing his body against mine.
“Sorry,” he murmurs into my ear. “Just need to grab a mug.” Goosebumps cover the entirety of my body at his proximity. He reaches to the cupboard above me, removing a coffee cup and backing up. I miss the heat of his body instantly.
“Any plans for the weekend?” he says, pouring his coffee. He looks up, his piercing brown eyes full of curiosity.
