Highway Song: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel (24 page)

It had been a romantic evening, and the closer we got to the motel, the more Rex showed me he had his mind on sex. A lingering kiss on the lips, or his thumb brushing against the side of my breast left me with no doubts as to his intentions. After this afternoon
’
s talk, the knowledge that having sex with him again was one more black mark against me for lying weighed heavily on my mind.

Rex was persuasive. If I turned my head away, he turned it back with a thumb and finger on my chin. Then he
’
d press his advantage with another kiss, or nuzzle behind my ear. A couple of times, my eyes met the driver
’
s in the rearview mirror, and he would quickly look away. I wondered what he thought, or whether he was hoping for a flash of boob or pussy as Rex got more amorous. Gradually, I stopped thinking, because that led to unhappiness, while focusing on Rex
’
s hands and lips helped take me to a place where there was only pleasure, no pain, and no worry I couldn
’
t stuff down while we were together.

Rex
’
s need was urgent when we arrived at the motel, and I hurriedly paid the driver. Rex fumbled with the old-fashioned key, and we tumbled into the room wrapped around each other. He kicked the door shut before lifting me a few inches and pinning me against the wall with passionate kisses. I returned them with equal fervor, running my hands through his long hair and clutching handfuls to keep his lips on mine.

After a few moments, he let me slide down until my feet were touching the floor, and briefly turned to lock the door.
“
Bed. Now,
”
he growled. He didn
’
t need to invite me twice. I backed toward it, with Rex unbuttoning my sweater as we moved. The backs of my legs hit the bed just as he pulled the sweater from my arms and tossed it aside. I sat down hard on the side of the mattress and immediately began undoing the button on the waistband of his jeans. For a moment we worked at cross-purposes, as I needed my hands to work his zipper, and he needed me to lift them over my head so he could get the pullover off me.

Somehow we got each other out of our clothes and Rex shifted our bodies so we were both lying on the bed
—
me with my arms over my head and him devouring my breasts with kisses, nibbles and wide-tongued licks.

“
Rex,
”
I gasped, between moments when I didn
’
t have the breath even for that short syllable.
“
We
’
ve
…
got all, ah! Night.
”

His only response was to grab one arm at the wrist and pull it down to grasp his cock. So, we were in some kind of hurry then. I could deal with that, especially when he began to tease and delight me with nimble fingers dipping for moisture and swirling around my clit. Such an elusive bundle of nerves! And so few I
’
d previously been with who cared at all about my pleasure. I could count them on one finger. Rex.

I pulled my mind away from the sex that had gone before. That
’
s all it was. Rex cared about me, whether he said so or not. I could sense it in his touch and see it in his eyes. Something held him back, but even after I
’
d foolishly declared my feelings for him, he didn
’
t stop wanting me. It didn
’
t stop him from wanting to make me feel as good as I wanted to make him feel. Could I say it, even silently, in my mind and nowhere else? It didn
’
t stop him from loving me.

How greedy I
’
d become! I wanted the words, but if action was all I could get, I
’
d take it. Right up until the time I told him who I was and he inevitably rejected me. But that wouldn
’
t happen in the next few minutes. For now, I reveled in the electric frisson of my nerve endings wherever his fingers or lips roamed. For now, I could forget the past and the future, living only in the now.

Rex rose on his hands and used his knees to nudge my legs apart. He paused, the very tip of him parting my folds, but not entering. His glittering eyes asked the question, and I answered by lifting my hips to take him in another inch. I lifted and spread my legs as he plunged in all the way, and then with no effort he was supporting my legs over his shoulders and driving into me hard enough to rock the bed against the wall. I took every inch of him, panting out the effort. There was something different, something magical about being filled by the man you
’
d give anything to be with forever.

I closed my eyes, the better to focus on the sensations from my nether regions.

“
Open your eyes, sugar. I want to see them,
”
he grunted, still thrusting.

I forced them open, but was nearly overwhelmed by the fire in his. With an effort, I kept mine open, but they were brimming with tears, and his face, already out of focus because of my tears, took on a tender expression. He slowed his cadence, digging deeper to get further inside. 

Rex

I
lay on my side, watching her sleep. Had Amy heard the last thing I said? I was awestruck with the force of her climax, and shortly afterward lost my control. By the time I had enough sense to notice anything except the supernova of my own orgasm, she was asleep, or unconscious. I
’
d never knocked a girl out by fucking her before. Should I wake her? Was she okay? A soft sigh convinced me she was fine, so I rolled off her, pulled the sheet over us and went to sleep beside her.

As far as I could tell now, she hadn
’
t moved a muscle all night. She lay on her back, her tits exposed as I
’
d twisted the sheets away from her in my sleep. I didn
’
t think she would mind me looking. She
’
d never seemed to have any embarrassment about nudity with me before. Probably all sense of modesty had been destroyed by
…
don
’
t. Don
’
t go there.
It didn
’
t matter. The whole issue was bullshit, in fact. If she hadn
’
t been forced, which made it rape anyway, what difference did it make that she
’
d been with a lot of men? I
’
d been with a lot of girls. Did that make me a whore?

Well, no, because I hadn
’
t been paid for it. It was more the other way around. And this line of thought was not only ridiculous, but dangerous. If she woke up now, would she see doubt in my eyes? I forced myself to think of something else. Like waking her up and making love to her again. Holy shit, she turned me on. As long as I didn
’
t think about
…
that.

What we had wasn
’
t the same. Sure, it started out as a way to get me to bring her with us. But now her being with us was more of a partnership. She slept with me because she wanted to, didn
’
t she? Of course she did. She couldn
’
t hide the pleasure I gave her, any more than I could hide mine. She was like a drug, and because I
’
d been unguarded, I might have said more than I should. Women said the l-word all the time. Guys like me? Not so much.

We
’
d find out later if we had won the competition, and I thought we had a real shot. Our sound with Amy was fresh, unusual. Not the same mix as everyone else
’
s. The audience had reacted well to our originals, too. Of course, we hadn
’
t been there to hear the other bands. Anything could happen.

If we didn
’
t win, would Amy still stay with us? She seemed skittish about attention. There wasn
’
t much more attention you could get than being a successful music act in the US. On the other hand, there wasn
’
t much less for an unsuccessful one.

We were, if I were to guess, about halfway up the spectrum, maybe a little more. We toured, so people across the nation knew us. We
’
d opened for some big acts. We weren
’
t some local band scratching out a living after the members got off from their day jobs. Okay, we were scratching out a living, but we didn
’
t have day jobs. There was a difference.

The recording contract that came with a win here could make all the difference. It was for one album, with an option for a couple more. That was major, considering the way the music business had changed. Labels were hurting, and so were artists, because of the way music was sold nowadays, one song at a time. A CD was a risk.

Until now, we
’
d produced our own, and we sold them at shows for barely more than they cost to make. The real money was in tours to big venues, like stadiums and amphitheaters. To arrange those, you needed a promoter, which the label would arrange. It was big business, and anyone who said
‘
we just want to play
’
was automatically an amateur.

My phone rang as I watched Amy sleep, her breath raising and lowering her tits in enticement. Reluctantly, I got out of bed to answer it. With luck, she wouldn
’
t wake up. I found my discarded pants near the side of the bed and fished in the pocket for the phone. Glanced at Amy as I swiped it to answer.

“
You guys up? Thought we
’
d catch some breakfast.
”
Damn Axel, too cheerful for so early in the morning. But then, he hadn
’
t had Amy to keep him awake all night.

“
Nah, she
’
s still asleep. Go on without us.
”

“
Um,
”
he began, clearly reluctant to finish his sentence.
“
We can
’
t. No cash. We need her to pay.
”

Fucking four-day delay at that damn roadhouse! This was embarrassing as hell.
“
You
’
ll just have to wait, then. I
’
m not waking her up to ask for money.
”

On the bed, Amy stirred. Her sleepy voice floated to my ears.
“
It
’
s okay, babe. I
’
ll get up. Do they want breakfast? I can be ready in fifteen.
”

“
Oh, cool,
”
Axel said.
“
I heard. Man, we
’
re starved.
”

A host of four-letter words went through my mind. No morning sex, no cuddling even. My body from my chest to my groin ached to feel her against me, skin to skin. Instead, we
’
d be getting ready to meet fucking Axel and the others in less than half an hour.

“
Give us a little more time than that. I haven
’
t had my shower, either.
”

“
Save water, dude, bathe with your friend.
”
With that throwback remark, Axel laughed like a maniac and ended the call. It wasn
’
t a bad idea, actually.

“
Want to shower together, sugar? I
’
ll wash your back if you
’
ll wash mine.
”

She was untangling her long legs from the sheet as I spoke. In a moment, she rose naked from the bed and walked to me, standing close enough for our bodies to touch.

“
I
’
d really rather you washed my front,
”
she said with a wicked grin.
“
And I
’
ll find a way to get you clean, too.
”