4. Amos

FOUR

AMOS

Christ, if Genevieve knew the asshole I am, she’d run away, find the nearest rental car place, and drive all the way back to Arrowleaf. Still, I took my shot, lying through my teeth that the hotel only had one room left available and the suite only had a king bed. Imagine my luck when the luxury-style hotel didn’t so much as have a pull-out couch either. Believe me, I asked the receptionist. When I told Genny, she shrugged her shoulders, I hopped back in the truck and parked us out in the back nine, where there was ample space to take up however many parking spots would be needed for my truck and trailer.

Once that was done, I grabbed our bags, opened the passenger door for her, and my hand never left her lower back. Not when we walked through the dark parking lot, through the hotel, or on our elevator ride to our room. I felt how she drifted closer to me when another couple rode up to our floor with us. Adding dickhead to the asshole I’ve already claimed to be, because while Genny was uncomfortable, I relished having her close to me. Even though my dick has been none too fucking pleased with me; it’s tired of my own hand jacking my junk to thoughts of Genevieve in the shower with me, on her knees, water cascading down her curvy-as-sin body, pebbled nipples, and a hand between her thighs working her clit as she sucks my cock.

Speak of the devil, my dick perks up when the woman sleeping next to me backs her ass right into my groin. The past twelve hours have been hell. Not that I’m miserable, only that I’m having to keep my hands, mouth, and cock to myself.

Last night, we settled into our room, then she hopped in the shower while I ordered dinner. Genny wanted a chicken quesadilla, extra guacamole and sour cream, along with chips and salsa. As for myself, I ordered a steak, baked potato, and house salad. Genevieve didn’t specify on drinks, so I ordered her a margarita and a water, same for myself minus the margarita and plus a bourbon. Usually, I’d lay off the hard stuff, but I knew from listening to her in the shower that a beer wouldn’t cut it.

“Mmm,” the woman moans in her sleep, much like she did when I heard her last night. Yep, I no sooner got on the phone than the water was running, and I could hear every single whimper and whisper that passed her lips. I called room service back and asked for them to double my bourbon order, and if they could make it happen faster, I’d throw in an extra tip. By the time her shower ended, room service delivered on their promise, and I had already tossed back one drink. The second went down just as smooth, only this time, Genny watched me, wrapped in nothing but a towel and a pretty little blush grazing her cheeks. One thing is for certain: I didn’t mind a bit that she left her clothes in the bathroom. My cock might have, but it gave me more material to fuck my fist to when I took my own shower.

After she got dressed in a barely-there tank top and sleep shorts, she pulled on a cardigan, and we chowed down. We made small talk in between bites of food. She needed extra napkins, then licked her lips when I cut into my steak. Kind of hard not to offer her a bite. I could barely taste my meal; the only thing I could think about is having on my lips were hers.

“So cold,” Genevieve murmurs in her sleep. A shiver runs through her, causing me to feel every damn inch of her body again. My cock wedges itself between the cheeks of her ass, and I’m trying my hardest not to rock my hips. Her shorts and my flannel pajama bottoms are the only things separating me from sliding down another few inches, notching my cock at her entrance, and slam inside of her. That’s not the only thing holding me back. She’s asleep, dead to the world, and the first time I take Genevieve, she’s going to be wide awake. I’m not saying I wouldn’t wake her up with my head buried between her thighs or with my cock gliding in and out her wet heat.

“Shhh,” I cajole her, wrapping my arm that’s slung over her waist tighter. This is not the position we started out in last night. After we ate, cleaned up, and put the dishes and cutlery back on the tray, I wheeled the cart into the hallway, not wanting anyone to disturb our sleep once we climbed into bed. Genevieve took her place on the side closest to the door, which I didn’t care too much for. I’d have much rather chosen that spot, but when I finished with my shower, she was fast asleep.

Genevieve left the light on near my bedside table, along with the television with the volume turned down so low you could barely make out what the actors were saying on some reality show. I shook my head, picked the remote up from the middle of the bed, and turned it off. I got in beside her, and no sooner did I flip the switch off on the lamp than she was curling her soft body into mine. I’m not sure if she thinks I’m her personal pillow or what. All I know is that her arm slung over my lower waist, her leg tangling with mine, and she muttered something about needing to be warm. I figure me kicking the air conditioning down as low as it could go probably had a lot to do with the way she stayed plastered to me. I’m a hot sleeper. Doesn’t matter if it’s negative twenty degrees outside, I’m gonna burn up, and since sleeping in the nude wouldn’t be an option, at least not yet, I messed with the thermostat. I’m getting the best possible outcome, and you’ll never see me fucking complain that Genevieve likes to be on top of me or have me molded to her back.

“Amos.” My hand toys with the band of her satin bottoms. She wiggles against me, her thighs rubbing together, and damn her for making me want to do shit I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

“Genny, baby, gonna need you to wake up for me,” I murmur in her ear. My hand not on her abdomen trails down the outside of her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh until I’m lifting her leg in order to press in deeper.

“I’m awake. More, please more,” she pleads so prettily. Fuck this. I’m going to watch as she opens her eyes, staring up at me, and while I may not give her my dick like we both want, one thing is for certain: we’re both going to be getting off.

“Fuck, Genevieve, fuck.” I’m on my knees, flipping her until she’s on her back, keeping my hand firmly in place on her thigh. My fingers slide upwards, meeting the juncture of her leg and pussy. Swear to Christ, my breath hitches. All her beauty is laid out before me—long red hair mussed from her sleep, soft blue eyes, a sweet smile, and her tits. They’re more than a handful, and I’m about to have them in the palms of my hands.

“Please, Amos. I’m practically begging for you, for something, anything.” She reaches out for me, grabbing the tops of my thighs, digging in and holding on.

“I’m going to make you come, sweet Genevieve, then we’re going to talk and you’re going to know exactly where we’re at, together,” I state right before I drop to an elbow, hiking her leg up and outwards to make more room for me to get closer.

“I’m so close, Amos. Help me.” My hips glide forward and backward, repeating the motion, watching as her eyes start to close. I’m barely touching her, and yet she’s getting off. I can’t even imagine how she’ll be when there’s not a stitch of clothing between us.

“Let go, sweetheart. Let that feeling take hold,” I groan. Her legs tighten around me, and my lips touch hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss as much as I’d like. Right now, I’ll keep us just like this, our mouths breathing in one another’s breaths, my hand sliding down the back of her thigh until I’m cupping the cheek of her ass. I pull the soft flesh apart, and when the tips of my fingers slip closer, heat rushes through me as her wetness greets me.

“Amos.” I lose her lips, her head tips back, and her back arches. Fuck me, she’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. I watch as her orgasm takes hold, and I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer myself. My balls draw tight, the base of my spine tingles, and through it all I don’t stop my motion. Goddamn, I hate that we’re both wearing clothes. I’d love to see my come painted all over her bare pussy, abdomen, and tits.

“Jesus, fuck,” I say, sitting back on my thighs. I run my hands beneath her top, hating that I’m no longer as close to her wetness, but I can’t trust myself. A slip of a finger, and I’d have her tightness wrapped around my fingers. I’d never stop. My clothes would come off, Genny’s would follow, and I’d be planted deep inside of her fast, too damn fast.

A moan of satisfaction leaves her lips when my hands meet her tits, cupping them, my fingers pinching her nipples, feeling them pebble tighter, and when I look down at where my clothes-covered cock is grinding against her center, I’m done, so fucking done.

“Genevieve.” My head tips back, and a loud grunt leaves my body as I come in my pants. Next time, it’ll be inside of Genny or all over her hot curvy body. I’m beat to hell, zapped of all energy, and fall on top of her, being careful not to give her too much of my body weight. The way she wraps her arms and legs around me, I’m thinking she’s completely okay with having me on top of her.