It Started with a Bang by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ryder

Why is it taking so long to get to the gate?

I shifted in my seat again, trying to ease the pressure in my pants without making it obvious to everyone on the plane. Teasing Belle for the last fifteen minutes hadn’t left me unaffected. I needed her just as badly as she needed me right now, and this fucking airplane was rolling at a snail’s pace toward the gate.

When she was so quiet before, I’d been worried she was regretting our night together. That she’d come to her senses and realized us being physical was a terrible idea. When I asked her what was wrong, I’d half-expected her to tell me right then that there would be no repeat of what happened between us. That I’d have to live with her for the next year and never touch her in private again.

When she asked for a blanket, I’d been confused at first. Then I decided she asked for it just to change the subject, because it was actually a little warm on the flight and there was no way she needed a blanket.

I’d been trying to reconcile myself to the fact that whatever we shared was over and I needed to just accept it when she grabbed my hand and pushed it under the cover. She pressed my fingers against her, letting me feel how soaked she was. She whispered words about coming on my mouth and my cock, and I was instantly hard, dipping a finger into her slick folds and imagining it was my dick.

If the pilot hadn’t interrupted with his announcement, Annabelle Parker would’ve let me finger-fuck her until she came, right there in our first class seats.

And God damn, was that the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.

Because I knew she wasn’t the type to do things like that. I’d bet my savings account that she’d never even considered letting someone touch her so intimately in a public place before. She’d probably slap the shit out of anyone who tried.

Yet, by her own admission, thoughts of me and our time in bed had made her so horny, she threw caution to the wind and instigated the touching. And she was so fucking wet. So ready.

When we were interrupted, I made sure to keep her keyed up with little touches and heated glances. I didn’t want her ardor to cool, because as soon as we got out of this airport, I was going to find somewhere to fuck her. To show her she affected me the same way I affected her.

And there was no fucking way we were waiting until we got back home. It was a couple of hours, at least, from the airport to Red River. I couldn’t wait that long, and obviously, neither could she.

And I refused to think too long and hard about why that was.

As soon as we were off the plane, I took her hand and pulled her along behind me toward the exit. She kept pace with me, running through the parking structure to where we’d left her car. When she pressed the button to unlock it and disengage the alarm, I held out my palm.

“Give me the keys.”

“What? Why?” she asked, placing them in my hand despite her questions.

“I’m driving,” I said. “Get in.”

As soon as we paid the parking attendant and were out on the road, I glanced at Belle. She met my quick gaze, and I could still see the longing banked in their blue depths. Good.

“Pull back your skirt and touch yourself,” I said after turning the radio off.

“Wh-what?” she stuttered.

“Touch yourself, Belle. Keep yourself wet and ready while I look for somewhere to stop.”

She hesitated for only a second before scooching down in her seat, a little. She spread her legs wide as she pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair of silky red panties. My gaze darted between her and the road, my breathing growing harsher as she slowly trailed a hand up her inner thigh.

She was paying me back for all the teasing, I knew, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My cock was painfully hard in my jeans, and her little gasp as her fingers slid along her slit only made it harder. My eyes scanned the road ahead as Belle’s quick pants rang in my ears, and I spotted a small motel up on the left.

It didn’t look like much, but at least the rooms were private…and held a bed. And it seemed like the type of place that wouldn’t bat an eye at a couple renting a room and only staying for a few hours instead of overnight.

I started to slow down, a little worried Belle might scoff at such a low-end place and the momentum we had going would be ruined, but she only nodded hungrily as I pulled into the lot and begged me to hurry as I climbed from the car.

Ten minutes later, I was rushing back toward the car with a key card in hand. Belle leapt out and rushed around the hood, taking my outstretched hand. I hit the button on the key fob to lock the doors as I pulled her toward room one-thirteen. She plastered herself against my back and wrapped her arms around me as I fought with the key card reader. The damn door refused to unlock, and I couldn’t focus on what I was doing wrong because Belle’s hands were sliding underneath my shirt to caress my stomach.

The light finally flashed green, and we stumbled inside. I kicked the door closed with my foot as I twisted around to face Belle, whose fingers immediately started plucking at the button and zipper of my jeans. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, my mouth attacking hers as I carried her toward the bed.

A little shriek yipped out of her as I tossed her down onto the mattress, but the sound quickly morphed into a groan as I pulled her underwear aside and buried my face between her legs. I flicked my tongue against her clit until she writhed with pleasure, moaning my name over and over again. Her moans turned into shouts as I slid two fingers inside her, the tips brushing that secret spot that had her coming undone within seconds.

I lapped up every last drop of her release before grabbing the material of her underwear and pulling them off her. Clutching her hips, I flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her toward me until her feet were firmly on the floor and she was bent over with her torso on the bed. I finished undoing my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down to my knees before plunging into her from behind. Buried to the hilt, I paused, enjoying the feel of her inner walls convulsing around me.

“Ryder,” she moaned against the tacky bedspread as she pushed back against me, burying me even deeper.

I started to move, pulling out and driving back into her with wild abandon. Belle chanted my name with each thrust, the sound driving me mad with lust. I was close to coming, so I slowed down the tempo, rolling my hips and bending over her as I reached around to rub a finger against her clit. Her pussy squeezed me tighter as her muscles locked up, and she shouted something that sounded like, “mother-fucking-shit-balls, yes!”

A rush of hot moisture surrounded my cock as her orgasm hit, and I was shouting my own release before I could stop it. I collapsed against her back, breathing hard. Once I caught my breath, I pulled out of her and threw myself down on the bed beside her. She pushed herself up and rolled onto her side, facing me.

“That was…” she breathed.

“Yeah,” I agreed, and she smiled.

“So, what’s the going rate for ten minutes in this joint?”

I barked out a laugh, and she chuckled with me. Annabelle rolled off the bed to land on her feet and stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sat up, grabbing my jeans and boxers—which were still tangled around my knees—and pulled them up my thighs as I stood.

When was the last time I’d done something like this? Spontaneously renting a seedy motel room for a quick fuck? That wasn’t like me at all. And I was pretty sure it wasn’t Belle’s M.O., either.

What did that say about us? About the fire we were together? And what, exactly, did that mean?

I shook my head, deciding to take the Scarlett O’Hara approach. I’d think about that shit tomorrow.

Because today? Well, today was perfect, and I just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.