All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 (6 page)

Half-formed dreams filled her head, fragments of conversations she’d had with Joe, his beautiful mouth and sexy eyes smiling at her, his lovely hands and fingers on her body.

“Generous,” she slurred.

“Hmm,what?”

“You’re a generous lover.” And then she drifted back up closer to consciousness, suddenly aware of his erection at her hip. “Very generous. And it should be your turn.”

“I can be patient,” he said, amusement shading his voice. “You’re half asleep right now.”

“Yeah.” She sighed with pleasure. “It’s so lovely. But I’m waking up.”

“The water’s starting to cool off.”

“Is it? Mmm. I suppose it is.”

“I’ll turn on the shower and we can rinse off and get into bed.” He squeezed her breasts. “You know I’ve been waiting for that bed.”

“Me too.”

“You know what else I’ve been waiting for?” He rose behind her then lifted her to her feet.

“What?”

“Room service. I’m starving.”

She paid some attention to her stomach. “Um. Yeah. Me too.”

Once more he turned on the water and fiddled with the lever that turned the shower on and opened the drain. He held her back from the spray for a minute, holding his hand under it until it ran warm. “There we go.”

In the semi-darkness, he shifted them under the water, combing his fingers through her hair. He picked up the little bar of soap he’d set on the edge of the tub and ripped it open, then soaped up his hands and ran them over her. When he knelt in front of her and lifted one foot with both hands she blinked down at him, reaching a hand out to the wall for balance.

“Pretty feet,” he murmured. He soaped up her foot, around the heel and over the sensitive sole, making her shiver. When his fingers slipped between her toes, a surprise heat flashed through her. She swallowed as he carefully washed and rinsed that foot and then picked up the other, and when he dug his thumbs into the arch of her foot, she almost dissolved into the water. Jeez.

He stood and went to set the soap down but she took it from him, eyes on his face, and rubbed it between her own palms. “Want to wash you too.”

“Okay.” He slicked his palms over her body—her shoulders and arms, her waist, her breasts. He lingered there. “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.

She couldn’t argue. She set down the soap and ran her hands over his chest and abs and then lower to his thick cock. It wasn’t fully erect, but whoa, it was impressive, as she’d noticed earlier. She dragged her fingers through the coarse curls there, then down his shaft and around his balls. He drew in a sharp breath.

“Turn around,” she said.

He did as she asked slowly, giving her his back, and she picked up the soap again and rubbed it over his shoulders and back. She admired all the muscles around his shoulder blades and spine, detailed the contours of them down to the small of his back and dipped into two hollows just above his ass. She made an appreciative noise then hesitated. She sucked in a long slow breath then dragged the small bar of soap down between his ass cheeks. “Your ass is spectacular,” she murmured.

“Um. Thanks.”

“Seriously. Some guys have no ass. But I don’t like a big butt either. Yours is perfect. Round and tight.”

Then she bit her lip and daringly pushed the bar of soap deeper between his cheeks. He made a strangled noise and his body went tight. He slapped his hands on the wall, his ass muscles going rigid. “Christ…what’re you doing…?”

“Just washing you,” she said, rubbing the soap around his anus. Her voice came out thick. “You have your foot fetish. I-I have this thing…for guys’ asses…I like them.”

“Good to know.” The words were choppy.

“When we get out of here and into bed, I want to play more here,” she whispered, hands full of resilient flesh. God, that was hot. A shudder worked over her body.

“Um. Okay.”

Her fingers teased and slipped and rubbed, and then she slid her hands around his waist, and, pressing her front to his back, she found his cock, now straining and fully erect. “Mmm. Nice.”

“Now?” he grunted. “I get my turn now?”

Chapter Six

Joe’s balls were torturously tight, his cock throbbing. The touch of her slick wet hands was excruciatingly lovely, tugging on him in a slow rhythm that had heat rushing through his body.

“No.” Her hands dropped away and the shock of it had him pulsing into nothingness for a few seconds. “I want you inside me.”

He sucked in air. “Fuck yeah.” He whirled around and reached for her. Warm water rained down on them, bouncing off his back and spraying around. He pushed her up against the wall, lifting one of her legs up to his hip. “Hold on, gorgeous.”

“Wait. You need…a condom.”

He dropped his forehead briefly against the tiled wall. “Yeah. Right.” Shit. He never forgot protection. Too bad he hadn’t had the foresight to bring condoms into the bathroom with them. Swallowing a groan, he grabbed a towel off the rack above the toilet, cursorily dried off then strode out to the main room. His backpack sat on the desk and he dug into a small side pocket. Thank Christ they were still there. He pulled out the condoms and returned to the bathroom, ripping one open as he walked.

He rolled it on before climbing back in the shower, hotly aware of Mallory’s gaze fixed on his hands and his dick as he did so.

Then he was back skin-to-skin with her, under the spray again, fisting his cock and directing it up into her pussy. Even through the condom he could feel how slick and hot she was, and he lifted her leg again to ease the way. She grabbed onto his shoulders and tipped her pelvis for him and he slid up high inside her. She cried out, head thunking back on the wall.

“Okay?” He paused, his entire body pulsing, heat pumping through his veins.

“Yes. God, yes.” She began to move on him and sensation poured through him, his dick swelling even more.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, holding her thigh with one hand, her ass with the other, lifting her to him. “Christ, that feels good.”

“Uhhuh.”

He found her wet mouth with his, water streaming over both of them, and bent his legs so he could thrust up into her. Again. And again. This was insane.

Excitement pounded through him. “Jesus, Mallory. My dick feels like it’s on fire.” Her body tightened around him and a groan rose in his chest. “Oh yeah. Squeeze me like that. Holy fuck, you’ve got a hot little pussy.”

“You
are
good at talking dirty,” she gasped.

He choked on a laugh and touched his forehead to hers. Jesus. She made him laugh. While they were having sex. His brain spun around in circles.

“I want it deeper,” she moaned. “Harder.”

“You’re good too.” Their eyes met with a sizzle and a slow smile. “You like my cock inside you?”

“Oh yeah.”

He lunged up into her again and the base of his spine prickled. They moved together, adjusting the angle of their bodies so his pelvis rocked over her clit. The tingles climbed up his back to the nape of his neck, his scalp even tightening.

Amazing how he already knew the sounds she made when she was about to come, the way her breathing changed, the soft little noises that sprang from her throat almost as if she was in pain but rife with pleasure. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Come, baby. Come hard. This time with me inside you.”

He sensed his words sent her over as her fingers dug into his shoulders and a long, low wail escaped her throat. “You like not having to be quiet, don’t you? When we were in the airport it was hard to keep all that inside, wasn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer, her body quivering, eyes closed, lips parted. Beautiful.

His thighs flexed, his ass clenched and pressure built, fast and hard and dark. He squeezed his eyes closed, finding Mallory’s soft mouth with his as heat built in his balls and then streaked out of him in heavy pulses.

He pressed her up against the wall, mouths fused, bodies reverberating together with their climaxes. His legs quivered. Jesus, they better not give out on him. Not now, with a naked woman nailed to the wall in the tub. A sweet, hot, naked woman.

He moved his mouth, rubbed his cheek against hers and dragged in a long, steam-laden breath. “Holy fuck.”

He felt her smile. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Slowly he lowered her leg, his cock still semi-hard inside her, his knees bent. He caught the base of his dick between index and middle finger, holding the condom in place as he eased out of her clinging warmth. She hissed.

“Okay?” He glanced at her face.

Her mouth pouted. “Yeah.”

He dropped a kiss onto her nose as he removed the condom. “Don’t worry, babe. I have lots more of these.”

He tossed the condom into the wastebasket then turned off the shower. Once more he grabbed a towel and shook it out, then reached for her with it. He caught the surprised flicker in her eyes as he began to dry her off, rubbing her hair then toweling off her body. Then he wrapped it around her and tucked the end in.

He grabbed the towel he’d used earlier, dragging it over his short hair then rapidly drying off. He tossed the towel on the floor then stepped out of the tub and helped her out. Her eyes watched him with heated anticipation.

She looked younger with her face washed clean of makeup and her hair slicked back. Beautiful. Her skin was glowy smooth, her eyes big with long lashes, her lips full. Then her teeth sank into that plush bottom lip as she glanced around the room. Water puddled everywhere and dripped down the steamy mirror.

He lifted one shoulder and smiled. “Hey. We had fun.”

She rolled her lips in and nodded, eyes sparkling. “Didn’t you say something about room service?”

“Hell yeah. I’m starving now. I’m not sure I have enough strength to make it to the bed.”

“Poor baby. Let me help you.”

They did make it to the bed, where fortunately the phone and room service menu were close at hand on the bedside table. Mallory burrowed beneath the puffy bedcover while he lounged back against the stack of pillows and flipped through the menu. “Okay. I’m having a burger and fries. And onion rings. And a couple of beers. How about you?” He handed her the menu.

She gaped at him. “You’re going to eat all that?”

“I said I’m starving. Those nachos were a helluva long time ago.”

She dropped her gaze to the pages in front of her. “Um. I guess I’ll have a hamburger too. No, a chicken burger.” She peeked at him through her eyelashes. “D’you think I could have a few of your fries?”

He lowered his brows. “You’re not one of those girls, are you?”

She blinked.

“One of those girls who steals all a guy’s fries because she thinks if she didn’t order them, they don’t have any calories?”

A smile broke free on her pretty face. “But that’s the way it works. They don’t have calories if someone else orders them.”

He grinned too. “I guess I could share a few. But I’m warning you. I like my food. Take too many of my fries and you might find yourself being punished.”

Her eyebrows rose in a sexy challenge that made his heart leap. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she murmured. And his dick throbbed.

“What do you want to drink?” He reached for the phone.

“What the hell. I’ll have a couple of beers too.”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “You’re really going wild tonight, huh?”

Pink tinted her cheeks but her eyes pinched. She didn’t really like being reminded of that. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

She’d been wild all right. He was still recovering. Although he had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he’d be ready to go again.

As he waited for hotel staff to answer the phone, he remembered their earlier conversation. She’d been hesitant about staying in this room with him, let alone about doing anything more. She fascinated him, with the wild streak inside her that she kept carefully covered up in a silky sweater and tailored pants and neat hairdo. What was that all about?

He ordered their food and drinks then turned back to her, his mouth softening when he saw her eyes drifting closed, her mouth lax. He brushed her damp hair back off her face. Her eyelashes fluttered open. “Sleepy?”

“I guess I am.”

“You wanna sleep until the food comes? I’ll wake you up.”

Her eyelids drooped again. “Mmm. Okay.”

He found the remote for the television and turned it on, his gaze moving back and forth from the TV to her sleeping face as he adjusted the volume to very low and started channel surfing.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His gaze roved over her face, falling on the diamond studs in her earlobes. He remembered the surprising navel piercing. That was sexy. And that tattoo…he’d followed it with his mouth from her nape to her ass.

She had the covers so bunched up around her chin he couldn’t see an inch of her lovely body, but now he knew how stunning she was up close and naked. Smooth, pale gold skin, lush breasts, slim hips that had just enough curve to be feminine, and an ass that filled his palms perfectly. And those sexy feet with hot red toenails—his dick throbbed at the memory of washing her feet.

His palms itched with a need to touch her, to lay a little spank on each cheek. His dick swelled. He swallowed a groan and tried to focus on the TV, the remote control in a death grip. He found an episode of
Family Guy,
which made him smile, but it was nearly over. Then he tossed the remote onto the bed and frowned.

It occurred to him that the bathroom was a disaster, and he climbed off the bed naked to investigate. With no luggage, they didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, he didn’t. Who knew what Mallory had in that little carry-on suitcase. Sure enough, the clothes they’d left in a heap were damp from their vigorous bathing activities.

He shook them out and found hangers in the closet to hang things on to dry. He pulled his jeans on, since he needed something to wear to answer the door for room service, grimacing at their sticky dampness. He picked up Mallory’s carry-on and set it on the luggage stand.

He walked over to the window to peer into the night. The snow seemed to have tapered off. Their flight should be okay in the morning. Then he returned to the bed and stared at Mallory.

This was nuts. Picking up a girl in an airport. Doing dirty things with her—still in the airport. And ending up in a hotel room with her. One corner of his mouth kicked up. His buddies were gonna love this story.

Thinking about his buddies reminded him of work and home, which inevitably led to thoughts about the recent conversation he’d had with his mom. His gut cramped and his smile turned to a scowl.

The knock at the door was a welcome diversion. He legged it across the room. After a quick check through the peephole, he opened the door.

“Room service.”

“Come on in.”

The kid wheeled a cart in with their dinners and the four beers thoughtfully jammed into a bucket of ice. Joe pulled some bills from his pocket and gave the guy a tip, then closed the door and flipped the security latch.

Mallory was waking up, pushing hair off her face and sitting. “Is the food here?” she mumbled.

“It is. God, I’m hungry.” He paused. “Where do you want to eat, gorgeous? In bed, or at the table?”

She eyed the table. “The table is fine. I just need to uh…go to the bathroom. And find something to wear.”

“I put your suitcase over there on the stand.”

“Okay. I have my nightie in there.”

“Nightie?” He wasn’t sure if that sounded promising, sexy like a babydoll nightie…or scary like a cotton granny gown nightie.

She glanced at him then with a resigned look pushed aside the bed covers and stood, naked. His mouth went dry and his cock pressed against the fly of his jeans as he watched her move to her suitcase and bend over.

“Holy…” He sucked in air. His hand automatically went to his aching hard-on and pressed.

She unzipped the case and pulled out something pink. His jaw went lax as she stood, her back still to him, raised her arms and slid the garment over her head. As she smoothed it down over her body and covered it, he made a face. She turned and caught him gawking.

She blinked.

“Nice nightie,” he croaked. It wasn’t a granny nightie by any means, but nor was it sexy or revealing. Basically a long-sleeved T-shirt covered her from neck to just above her knees, pink, with a sparkly cat on the front. Well, the neckline dipped pretty low in front. And the fabric did cling to her curves, including hard little nipples. His heart bumped in his chest.

“I’ll just be a minute.” She grabbed a small bag from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom.

He carried food to the round table in the corner as the whine of the hair dryer in the bathroom started up. He brought glasses from the desk for their beers, poured himself one and sat and waited for her. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later.

She’d dried her hair, but it wasn’t as sleek and perfect as it had been earlier. Thank God. He liked it messy and wild.

“Okay, let’s eat,” she said.

The TV continued to flicker, the volume barely audible, as they picked up their burgers.

“How long did I sleep?” she asked.

“About half an hour, I guess.”

They began to eat, Joe trying to focus on his food instead of his dick, which apparently was eager for more attention. When Mallory’s hand sneaked across the table and fingered a French fry, he gave her a pointed look. “Remember what I said.”

She grinned. “I remember. But you said I could have some.”

He watched her open her mouth, tipping her head back a little and slowly lowering the French fry into it. Fuck, there went his goddamn dick jumping up again.

He licked his lips and looked down at his burger. Food. Eat. Right.

“How’s your burger?”

“Good.” He held it up.

“Your meat looks a little pink.”

He couldn’t help it. He fell back in his chair, laughter climbing up his throat. “Jesus.”

Her lips puckered prettily, her eyes sparkling.

“You said that on purpose,” he accused.

She lifted one shoulder and dropped her eyes. “I guess I was hungrier than I realized.” She set down her sandwich and licked her thumb. “This tastes really good. Can I have an onion ring?”

He stared at her little tongue coming out and sliding over the tip of her thumb. “Sure.”