Page 9 of Illinois Innkeeper
When I wiggle my hips, Graham’s chest heaves with his chuckle, just before he teases me, “Someone’s impatient.”
“I just want you so much,” I whisper near his ear.
His cheek puffs out toward mine as he smiles at my admission. Remaining locked deep within me, he tilts up to gaze down at me. With sincerity in his tone, he says, “I want you, too. So much. And I have since the day we met.”
His words thrill me, and I want to take them at face value. But I can’t help noticing how his eyes darken with concern. Not wanting the answer, but unable to stop myself from asking, I prompt him. “But?”
“But I…” He pauses and seems to rethink telling me something. Eventually, he says, “It’s a little late to worry about that now.”
He emphasizes his words by sliding in and out of me.
Refusing to let this perfect moment be ruined by vague concerns, I murmur, “Absolutely.”
Soon, we are lost in each other. We moan and thrust. He rams into me and I lift my ass higher to meet him each time, unable to get close enough to him.
When he slows and reaches down between us, I thrash my head and say, “I don’t think I can.”
“You will,” he growls out the command near my ear as his rough fingers brush over my sensitive nub.
I’m helpless to stop the tidal wave that once more rises within me.
Graham switches between long and short strokes, until he finds a spot that makes my vision go hazy. With his fingers working my swollen clit, he says in a gravelly tone, “I want to feel your slick pussy clenching around my bare cock.”
As if his wish is my command, the dirty talk sends me over the edge of the cliff. My core tightens as sweet pleasure courses through my veins. I pump and squeeze around him.
He presses his face into my collarbone as we grind together. His guttural moan spreads across the tiny room as his hot streams of cum fill me.
Satisfaction washes over me as we flop down on the bed, completely spent. He feels like he weighs a thousand pounds on top of me, and I couldn’t be any happier about it.
9
GRAHAM
Despite how much I told myself that sleeping with Miranda was a bad idea, I can’t worry about that right now. I’m too blissed-out to feel guilty. I’ll deal with my shame for being weak tomorrow.
Getting naked with Miranda was even more amazing than I imagined it would be. In fact, it can’t possibly get much better than that. It wasthatgood.
I’m sprawled out on top of her with my whole weight bearing down on her. I know I should move and let her take a deep, full breath, but it feels so good to rest on her. It’s the most fully relaxed I’ve been in years.
Although I know I shouldn’t fall asleep on her, my eyelids refuse to stay open. Maybe if I just close them for a second…
The jangling of my cell phone startles me awake. I’m so disoriented, I have no idea if it’s been five minutes or five hours. What I do know is that my body feels better than ever. It’s like being a teenager again. I’ve been Miranda-fied, and I like it.
As much as I’d love to ignore my phone, the tune playing is one of my brother’s hits, which I set as his ringtone. He’s likely returning my frantic call from earlier when I left him a message about the fire at the inn.
I groan as I roll off Miranda to reach for the blaring device on the peeling laminate bedside table.
She lets out an unhappy mewl, so I say, “My brother is probably worried about me after hearing about the fire. I should take this, but I won’t be long.”
After nodding her agreement, Miranda stands and pads into the bathroom as I answer the phone, with an abrupt, “It’s about time you called me back, Bud.”
Gavin apologizes profusely for missing my call and explains that he left his phone in his dressing room while he rehearsed for a show.
I let him off the hook by saying, “There’s nothing you could have done anyway. The inn is destroyed.”
If my little brother notices that my voice cracks at the end of that statement, he gives no indication of it. Instead, he immediately goes into fix-it mode. “What can I do to help? Do you need some cash to tide you over? Do you want me to have my assistant track down the best construction crew in your area?”
While I appreciate his willingness to help, I really just wanted to vent to someone who cares about me, so I say, “Nah, Bud. Thanks, but the place is insured, and I have enough money in the bank to survive for a while. I’ll hit you up for cash if that runs out.”
