Pax nods. “Isn’t it time for you to pick up the doll?”
Checking my watch, I nod. “I’ll walk you out, so you don’t get scared of the dark.”
“Turd.”
Once outside, I smack him on the back of the head as he grabs a handful of gravel to throw at me. Threats are made and guns pulled. Since I’m going to be late, I allow Pax to live. He responds with a middle finger then roars away.
The night gets colder on the way to the hotel and is drizzling by the time I arrive. I plan to give Shay shit for her poor phone manners. I stop at the entrance, ready to go in for her. Instead, she hurries outside, wearing a big smile meant for me.
Shay pats my hoodie. “You look like a little boy,” she says, kissing me quickly then hiding her hair with the cap.
I don’t know what to say. Shay fucks with me constantly. When I expect hot, she runs cold. When I’m ready for cold, she goes blazing.
I’d be pissed except she’s not playing me. This is just Shay, making her hotter and more infuriating. If she doesn’t know what she’ll do the next minute, how the hell can I?
When waiting at a light, Shay leans forward and says over the engine’s roar, “I’ve never been fucked doggy-style. You’re helping me have another first.”
Glancing at her over my shoulder, I frown. “What the hell are you doing to me? I’m trying to drive, but you have all my blood rushing to my cock.”
“Oops,” she mutters, laughing against my back.
“When we get to my place, I’m fucking you as a reward to my dick for making it wait. Then we’re sleeping so you’ll have the energy to fuck again tomorrow. I have the whole thing planned out.”
“Control freak,” she giggles as the light changes.
The rest of the drive to my house involves speeding and dodging traffic. My cock is rock hard and I can already picture Shay underneath me.
It’s pouring when we get to my place and no hoodie or cap is keeping us dry. I park under the carport, help Shay off the bike, and run for the door. Holding her hand, I grab drinks from the fridge and hurry past Pax watching TV in the family room.
“I might kill you in your sleep,” Pax says.
“I’ll gut you before you make a move, asshole.”
He’s laughing as I shut the door and peel off my clothes. Shay watches me with wide eyes, but she’s not undressing. I decide to help her along and take off her cap. Tossing it on the dresser, I pull off her jacket and reach for her shirt. This is when she steps back and I nearly growl in frustration.
“No cold shoulder shit,” I say.
“I have to pee.”
I squint at her, but she isn’t messing with me. Opening the door, I gesture for her to hurry. While she’s doing her business, I sneak up behind Pax and smack him in the head.
“Fuck!” he yells, grabbing for me.
I dodge him then run back down the hall and wait for Shay. Torturing Pax is a nice distraction from what I really want. Fuck, I can barely keep from banging on the door for her to hurry up. Shay finally finishes, enters the room, and stares at me casually.
“What were we doing?” she asks like a smart ass.
A slammed door later, I’m peeling off her shirt with one hand and my jeans with the other. Laughing at me, Shay kicks off her shoes then pushes down her jeans. Her laughter peters out when she gazes upon me naked.
“I forgot what you look like,” she whispers.
Cupping her face, I kiss her and shuffle her towards the bed. Her hands press against my chest. Mine explore her chilled skin.
“Ford,” she whimpers when I rest her back on the bed.
“Shay,” I say, nipping at her throat. “I can’t play. Do you understand?”
Her gray eyes reveal she has no clue, but I find her pussy wet against my fingers. Shay leans her head to the side and sighs. Stroking her with my cock, I wait for her to complain about the lack of foreplay. Shay says nothing, sighing again when I lick each nipple before my cock fills her.
“What happened to foreplay?” she asks, holding my face with both hands. “Oh, right, you’re in a hurry because I’m so sexy and you don’t know how to use your hand.”
Shay laughs even while I thrust harder into her. Caressing my face then shoulders, she settles on my chest and runs her fingers over my nipples.
“Does that feel good, Crawford Reed?”
“Shit,” I groan, coming hard.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
Shutting her up is crucial before she says something stupid that makes me say something stupid. My lips on hers keep Shay quiet. The kiss also makes her body go soft under mine.
“I missed you tonight,” she sighs before sucking at my tongue.