Page 12 of Reaper's Ride
A nurse entered and took my vitals as Lainey sat still, hands folded in her lap, probably stunned by my declaration. I hoped she didn’t plan on running. As much as I loved the idea of chasing her, it wasn’t the right time.
I could fill her in on all my kinks later.
It turned out I didn’t have to wait long to be discharged. Although I had to take it easy, I was healing, and there was no reason to keep me any longer. Thank fuck for that.
I wore regular clothes—no need to change out of the hospital gown. Another nurse, an older woman, brought me a plain white shirt and sweatpants. I thanked her, grateful to be out of thathorrid material that exposed my ass whenever I got up and moved around.
My clothes from the day of the accident had been torn and soaked in blood. I had to throw them out. But I did have my boots and fresh socks that I tugged on my feet with Lainey’s help. When I received my discharge papers, I tossed them in the trash. Lainey gave me a disapproving frown, but I didn’t need them. I had my wallet, keys, and medication, which had been called in for me at a pharmacy in Tonopah.
I reached for Lainey’s hand as we left the room, guiding her toward the elevator. When it took longer than a minute, I got impatient. Steering her toward the stairs, we descended the steps, taking them slower than I wanted until we reached the bottom.
She gave me shit once we stepped outside. “You shouldn’t be pushing yourself like that.”
“Darlin’, the thought of being inside you is making me crazy. I need to get you to my hotel room.”
She blinked like she didn’t already know what we were gonna do. “Oh?”
“Gorgeous.” I cradled her face. “I want you. Ain’t messin’ around. If we’re not doing this, I need to know now because my cock is fucking hard for you.”
She lowered her hand and rested her palm against my bulge. “The gray sweatpants aren’t hiding much.”
“Then we’re on the same page. Yeah?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Then lead the way, gorgeous. I need to taste you.”
AS SOON AS I HAD MYdoor open at The Clown Motel, I dragged her body against mine, ignoring the pain that had become a regular occurrence since the accident. I kicked the door shut with my boot and locked it, lowering my head to pepper kisses along Lainey’s neck.
Fuck. She smelled so fucking good. I licked the side of her neck, tasting her skin the way I’d been thinking about since the second I saw her. She had the softest skin, and the hint of soap still clung to her. I could smell her natural scent beneath it, the musk invading my senses.
“Come closer to the bed,” I ordered, as she moved with me, reaching down to stroke my cock over my sweats. My hips began to move, pressing into her hand as I reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward, over a beautiful set of perky tits. She had enough to overfill my palms, which was plenty for me. I lowered my head again and sucked on her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses down her chest and over the lacy bra she wore.
“Pagan,” she whimpered as I pulled down the cups and spilled her breasts free, giving them my undivided attention.
Lainey tilted her head back and moaned, arching her back to give me better access. I ran my tongue over her skin, stopping to suck on the peaks until they puckered. I was too impatient to stay there long and slid an arm around her, unhooking her bra as it fell to the floor.
“Lie down on the mattress.”
She obeyed, kicking off her shoes and leaving her bottom at the edge, which was exactly what I wanted. “Oh,” she gaspedas I reached for the button on her jeans and popped it, tugging on the denim as I grabbed her underwear with it, drawing the material over her hips and down her thighs. I yanked it off her feet and tossed it aside as I spread her thighs wide and dropped to my knees.
“So fucking wet already,” I announced as I dove in, opened her up with one hand, exposed her pretty pink center, and then licked her from slit to clit.
Lainey jolted. Her hand dove straight to my hair, grasping the tight Viking braids. “Oh. Wow.”
Yeah. I knew how to pleasure my woman with my fingers and tongue. She was about to learn real fast that I didn’t make empty promises.
I hummed against her mound and slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping as I flicked my tongue over her clit. I took my time, slowing down as she began to roll her hips. Nearly frantic, she cried my name.
I didn’t want her to come too quickly. “Still, baby. Just relax. Feel. Grab those sheets and ride my face.”
Lainey listened to my words, slowly grinding against my face as my beard glistened with her arousal.
“That’s it,” I praised her, feeling her channel tighten around my fingers. “Let go. Loose yourself in this, gorgeous. I fucking got you.”
And she did.
When she came, she gushed a little fluid on my tongue, and I licked her clean before rising and brushing off my mouth with the back of my hand. I shoved down my sweats and stepped out of them, followed by my underwear. I didn’t want anything in the way of me fucking her.
