Page 20 of Unexpected Kisses

I’m dragged from my thoughts, not even realizing I’ve taken a seat at the bar. Man, she’s got my head in a spin. I glance along the bar and notice several beers on tap. At least they have craft beers, which are always my preference. Tipping my chin toward them, I tell the bartender, “A craft beer, thanks.”

He nods and sets to work pouring my beer. I dig into my back pocket, dragging out my wallet, and hand the guy my card as he places my beer on a coaster withComoprinted in block letters across the outline of a lake. I’m assuming this place is named after the city on the border between Italy and Switzerland. I always loved geography in high school and I still enjoy watching travel shows in my downtime.

Lifting the glass to my lips, I take a sip and lift my eyebrows at the familiar flavor. Raising my eyes, I meet those of the bartender, who’s waiting for my approval. I raise my glass to him and tip my head. “Very nice. Local Honey?”

He grins and nods. “Good pick. What gave it away?”

“The lavender and eucalyptus flavors finished off with a tinge of honey. One of my favorite beers.” I smile at him and take another sip. Nice. Just what I need to wind down.

Keeping my eyes on my drink, I run my fingers down the condensation that’s formed on the glass and blow out a long breath. I can’t believe I had to jack off in the bathroom when I had a perfectly sexy woman in the room next door. Though, seeing Sarah in her tight skirt and silky blouse was enough to get me hard. It didn’t take much before I was filling the condom to images of the woman with the sexiest curves I think I’ve ever seen; images of peeling that tight skirt up her shapely thighs, tearing her panties away, and plunging my cock so deep into her tight, wet heat flooded my mind. I barely hold in my groan as the images flash through my mind again.

So damn sweet.

I was itching to get my hands and mouth on her body. To explore every single inch. I shake my head and adjust my position, willing my cock down. She never said we’d be having sex to get her pregnant. I made an assumption. I mean, it’s a fair assumption to make.Right?I frown at my beer and think back over our conversations. No. We never talked about the mechanics of getting Sarah pregnant. Maybe I should have specified that’s how I would participate. No. That wouldn’t be fair. I agreed to give her my swimmers. Not orgasms.

I roll my eyes and take another drink. I can’t help but feel I’ve missed out on an amazing experience, though. I would have made it good for herwhilehelping her out. It would have been a win for both of us. Now neither of us will be feeling satisfied tonight. I guess Sarah will be, she got what she needs.

I finish my beer, deciding to call it a night, and head for my car. Walking through the dark parking lot, I glance up and notice several of the lights aren’t working. I don’t like the thought of Sarah coming out here and walking to her car on her own; assuming she’ll be coming out here tonight and not tomorrow morning. Stopping at my Jeep, I dig in my pocket for my keys only to come up empty. I know I didn’t put them on the bar. Shit! I left my overnight bag in the room. I remember dropping my keys into the side pocket before going inside.

I glance up at the hotel and blow out a heavy breath. I’m going to have to go back up there to get my bag so I can go home. This works out well if Sarah’s not staying the night, I can walk her to her car to make sure she’s safe at the same time. Yeah, I like that idea. I’ll feel better knowing she got to her car without incident. Striding back to the hotel doors, I head straight up to Sarah’s room. As I come to a stop at the door, I pause. What if she’s still doing whatever it is she’s supposed to do? I don’t want to interrupt the process.

Pressing my ear against the door, I feel like a total creeper and glance around me to make sure nobody’s witnessing my shady behavior. Everything’s silent. I can’t hear any movement from inside. I hope she hasn’t already checked out. I raise my hand to rap three times and wait. Shuffling sounds from inside and I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s still here.

The door swings open and I’m greeted by a disheveled Sarah. “AJ,” she squeaks. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright. She tucks some messy strands of hair behind her ear and drops her gaze, stealing her unique-colored eyes from me. They were quite a bright green when I arrived earlier, now they’re almost brown.

“Hey. Sorry to bother you, but I forgot my bag and it has my keys in it.” I use my chin to point to where I left it.

“No problem.” She opens the door wider and I step inside, my eyes tracing their way to the bed and the pillows resting in the middle. A pair of teal-colored lace panties sit on the bed covers, and I close my eyes, shifting my attention to my overnight bag.

“Did you, uh, did you manage everything okay?” I grab the handles of my bag.

She clears her throat. “Uh, yeah. Thanks. Easy as anything.”

“Great. Are you staying the night?” This conversation is really awkward, considering I just gave this woman my semen and she now has it inside her body.

“Uh, no. I’ll head home.”

“Good. Great. I can walk you down to your car. I noticed several lights are out in the parking lot. I’d feel happier knowing you got to your car safely.”

Her eyes finally snap up to mine. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. You’ve already done enough for me.”

“I insist.” I plant my feet, so she knows I’m not going anywhere until she’s ready.

Sarah chuckles. “Okay. Okay. Just give me a minute to gather my stuff.” She turns, heading toward the bed in a rush.

Then I remember what she’s just done. She probably shouldn’t be moving around so much. Dropping my bag, I move into her space. “Hey. How about you sit and I’ll sort everything out? You should be taking it easy.”

“Oh, you’re sweet to offer. I think I should be okay, though.”

“I insist.” With my hand pressed to her lower back, I guide her to the bed and gently push her down to sit at the edge. I move around the room, collecting the used condom in the cup and the used syringe.

Sarah notices the items in my hand. “I have a plastic bag in my purse to put them in. I’ll dispose of them at home.”

I peek inside her purse and find the empty bag sitting on top, so I place the items inside and drop it back in her purse. Then I collect her lace panties and hand them to Sarah. She takes them with a pretty blush, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Thanks.”

I nod and continue with my check. I drop her shoes on the floor next to her feet and double-check the bathroom to make sure there’s nothing inside. When I step out, I spot Sarah tucking her panties inside her purse and raise my eyebrows in question.

“I can’t put them on with you in the room. I’m driving straight home, so it doesn’t really matter.” My pulse races with the visual of Sarah’s bare pussy beneath that skin-tight skirt.

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