Storm by Aria Ray

Chapter Seventeen

Storm

Grit rented a different room at the other end of the motel. This way, we could keep an eye on both the approaches. Even though we were sure we were not being tracked and we hadn’t given our positions away, it was better to be safe. To be guarded.

This was the reason I didn’t want Zoe in a separate room tonight.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason why, but I wasn’t going to admit that to myself.

I left her in the room for a few minutes while I got ice from the machine in the reception area and a few cans of soda and chips from the vending machine. When I returned to the room, she was in the bathroom.

I could feel my muscles burning from the strain of riding for so long. Besides, it wasn’t like I had much sleep the previous night either. I threw myself back on the bed and popped open a can.

Zoe emerged from the bathroom in an itty-bitty pair of cotton shorts: the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’d ever seen a woman wear. Her oversized t-shirt draped over one shoulder, revealing a hot pink bra strap that I wanted to rip off with my teeth.

She’d taken a shower; her hair was damp, and her face looked fresh and clean.

“There’s some snacks for you if you want it,” I said.

Zoe picked up a can of soda and then came over to sit at the end of the bed. My eyes were on her. I couldn’t take them off her. She had no idea what she was doing to me in those damn shorts.

“You must be exhausted,” she said.

“I could do with a few hours’ sleep.”

“Yeah, you should get some sleep. I don’t want to keep you up.”

She was going to keep me up all night if she planned on lying down beside me in those shorts.

“But I just…want to thank you for everything,” she added quickly.

“I told you before, Zoe, I’m doing this for Daniel. Breaker is like a brother to me, which makes Daniel my nephew. Finding your sister is part of the bigger plan of finding Daniel. So, before you start thanking me, you should think about why I’m doing what I’m doing. It’s not a favor.”

Zoe clutched the can tighter in her hand.

“What’s your problem?” she snapped.

“I have a problem?”

“Why can’t you just accept a bit of thanks graciously? I mean, all you have to say is you’re welcome. That’s it. You don’t have to remind me how meaningless my sister is to you.”

The tip of her nose had gone red. I could see her lower lip twitching. I’d made her mad and, for some reason, I liked it. It made my cock come alive, the same way it came alive when I saw her about to hurl herself at the asshole at the gas station.

Zoe had spirit.

I straightened up, smirking at her while she glared at me.

“Alright, you’re welcome. I’m happy to be of service.”

“Was it that hard?”

“And your sister isn’t meaningless to me,” I added. Zoe’s eyes grew wider, and she took a sip of her soda. But it seemed more like she was trying to calm her nerves. “I want to find her, bring her safely back to her family, just like Grit does. She’s an innocent girl who doesn’t deserve to go through whatever she’s being put through.”

Zoe’s eyes were fiery red. She was struggling to hold back tears. I put down my soda and slid down the bed to her side.

Fuck. What am I doing?

Just being this close to her was enough to set alarm bells ringing. I could feel the warmth of her soft body. I knew what she felt like when she was curled up beside me in bed. I craved that again tonight.

She leaned towards me but didn’t make the first move. I suspected she wouldn’t. So, I put a hand on her nape, feeling the softness and heat. She had tied her long hair in a sleek ponytail at the top of her head. I pulled it down, so her hair came tumbling around her shoulders.

Sliding my fingers underneath her chin, I guided her to me. This time, I kissed her like I owned her. She let me in quickly, parting her lips so my tongue slid against hers like I belonged there.

We moved, shaping and molding ourselves to each other. Zoe wrapped her arms around my neck as I gently held her lower lip between my teeth, tugging.

She was breathing hard when we parted. Her eyelids were heavy. Raw lust stared at me from under them. We both wanted more.

“I…I can’t remember what happened that night at the motel. Did we—”

“I have never taken advantage of a drunk girl,” I interjected before she could finish that sentence. “No, we did not have sex.”

Her lips parted, and she pulled her t-shirt off in one quick swish.

“You are an honorable man, but I doubt I would have been as honorable if our roles were reversed,” she said. We smiled at each other.

I pulled her closer until one of her legs was on either side of me, and her arms were around my neck. I kissed her jawline, slowly moving to her earlobe and then down her neck to the tops of her tits. My fingers worked on the hooks of her pink bra.

She could feel how hard I was already. She rolled her hips on top of me, making it very difficult for me to hold back. I needed to be inside her.

When her bra finally slipped off and her tits came into view, I took both in my hands and squeezed gently. Zoe sighed, throwing her head back. I leaned forward to take one tight, rosy nipple into my mouth. I sucked and teased her, as she rolled her hips and grinded against me. Through our clothing, I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy.

While I left a wet trail of kisses over her tits and then up her neck again, she wedged her hand between us and grabbed my hard cock. I groaned when she started stroking me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hoisted her up. Her legs were swinging as I carried her until her back hit the wall. I pinned her arms over her head and kissed her again. This time, I kissed her deeply and possessively like I’d wanted to from the first time I laid eyes on her.

As different as this kiss was, it did exactly what it should—let her know I was claiming her.

I almost tore her shorts off her, but I pulled back at the last moment. Bracing her against the wall under a rough kiss, I yanked her shorts down one leg and then the other. Her shoulders were pinned to the wall, and she eagerly used her own leverage to help me. Her matching pink panties slid down one leg and hit the floor.

My fingers found her swollen clit again. One slide over that bundle of nerves sent a shiver through her. I tucked a finger just inside her, but my fingers already knew her pussy. Now, my cock wanted a taste of her. Judging by her little whimpers, that pussy needed filling.

She pushed her hand down my pants and stroked my cock. Hard. Just the way I liked it. But my cock was liking this a little too much.

I cursed against her lips, and she quickly helped me out of my pants.

I lifted her, a hand on each of her ass cheeks, so she could wrap her legs around me again. Then I slid deep inside her.

I couldn’t wait.

I needed to possess her.

Zoe gasped and then sighed this sexy little moan, as I filled every inch of her. I fucked her hard with that moan playing in a loop in my mind. At every hard thrust, she thudded against the wall.

Her pussy was so tight, so sweet and warm. More amazing than I had imagined her. I fucked her hard and strong. Her eyes remained on mine, staring at me with complete surrender. When my fingers found her clit again, she was swollen and ready.

“Come for me, baby,” I groaned, and that was all the encouragement she needed.

Zoe cried my name, digging her nails into my back, as her body shook with an orgasm. I exploded inside her at the same time. Rising and falling, groaning and sighing. I filled her with my seed.

I had never made love to a woman before. This was my first time.