5. Ellie

Ellie

" I 'll sleep on the floor," Grey announced.

He set his case on the floor, his brows furrowed as he gazed at the single queen bed.

"No, you won't," I said.

I scuffed my shoe across the carpet. While clean, it appeared stained and worn thin. "This is too nasty to sleep on."

"I've slept on worse."

When he turned his eyes from me, I instantly read his mind. He feared that if we shared the bed, something may happen. I could tell he felt the same attraction I did. I eyed his muscular body as he took his coat off, his flat stomach, his lean hips, and felt a quiver of anticipation deep within my pussy.

"It's okay," I told him, shedding my coat. "We will make this work."

"Uh, huh." Grey toured the small room, examined the bathroom as though looking for the boogeyman, then switched the flat panel TV on. He scrolled through several movies before selecting one.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Sure."

Feeling cold despite the warmth, I took my bag and headed for the shower. I stripped, then stepped into the hot spray. As I felt my chill dissipate, I told myself – he's off limits, no buts . If I slept with him, there'd be hell to pay with Colton.

Why should I care what he thinks? I mused. He dumped me, he cheated on me. Besides, how would he even know?

But…. what if something did happen? Just as quickly, I pushed that fantasy away. He was too old for me. Old enough to be my dad. I was on the rebound, hurting emotionally. Needy. Not thinking straight. Once we got back, I'd return to work, Grey would practice with the other Vipers, we might text a quick Hi, how are you? once in a while.

Donning my new panties, I put the Vipers jersey back on. I brushed my hair out, leaving it to fall in thick, damp waves over my shoulders and down my back. I brushed my teeth, and the long day finally caught up to me.

Yawning, I ambled into the main room, steam billowing from the shower, and thought of blissful sleep while the whiteout raged outside.

Grey looked me up and down, his expression tense, then away. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

I glanced down at myself, seeing that the jersey covered me decently enough. What's the deal?

"What?" I asked.

His gaze steadfast on the TV screen, he replied, "Nothing."

I pulled the covers back on the side of the bed nearest the bathroom, and crawled beneath them. "Shut that off and come to bed."

"No."

"I'm tired."

He turned the volume down, and the lights off. I sat up, scowling as he continued to sit in the single chair, his body rigid, his eyes never leaving the TV.

"It's late, dammit," I said. "You're not sleeping on the floor."

"Wanna bet?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

Rising, the jersey flapping against my legs, I stomped around the bed. At this point, I figured, what the hell? I mean, may we well make this messed up situation a little fun.

Seizing the remote, I snapped the TV off. I grabbed Grey's hand and tugged. Of course, he outweighed me by more than a hundred pounds. I might have been tugging on a stubborn mule's lead rope.

Grey didn't budge.

"If you sleep on the floor, then so will I," I finally declared.

"The hell you will," he scoffed.

Grabbing the bed's comforter, I yanked it off, tossed a pillow beside it, then rolled myself into a ball. The thin carpet bit into my hip, but I planned to ignore the ache.

"The blanket's yours," I said.

"Dammit," Grey admonished.

Grey bent and picked me bodily off the floor. I yelped as he tossed me onto the bed, but I managed to seize his hand. Tangled in the cover, I could do little to hang onto him. He freed himself easily.

I reached out fast and snagged his jean's waistband. Grey pulled backward. I refused to let go. He tripped over the chair, swearing, and nearly fell on his ass. I, on the other hand, thumped back to the carpet, still tangled in the cover.

Grey scowled. "You little―"

Plucking me into his arms, he aimed to toss me onto the bed again. But I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, his face close enough to mine to kiss…

So I did.

Bent at the waist, my arms around his neck, my lips locked onto his, Grey had nowhere to go. My weight bent him further over the bed. He dropped me onto it, breaking our first kiss.

I expected him to retreat. He didn't.

I heard his zipper hiss, the rattle as he jerked his jeans off. Frantic I'd lose this opportunity, I escaped the cover, knelt on the bed to tear the jersey off over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor just as Grey's shirt flew from his torso. What he did with his underwear, if he wore any, I had no idea.

His bare chest pressed against mine, Grey grabbed the back of my head and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I inched closer, still on my knees, my panties soaked with arousal. Our bellies flattened together, I felt his long thick and very hard erection against my stomach.

I had to touch it.

Without losing his tongue, I slid my hand between us, and stroked up and down its length. It was wrong to compare him to Colton―but, damn! Colton had nothing on his pop. Grey's dick might not fit inside me. A tingle of fear melded with anticipation as I imagined the man sliding that monster into my pussy.

As though reading my mind, Grey muttered against my mouth, "I'll be gentle. Promise."

"I know," I whispered, and pulled back, falling onto the bed, and bringing him with me.

His hands yanked my panties off and they, too, vanished into the darkness.

Grey kept his weight on his elbows, his tongue colliding with mine, licking my teeth, arousing me until I thought I'd orgasm then and there. I clenched my thighs together to prevent my imminent explosion, but Grey's hand parted them easily.

"It's been too long," he muttered thickly. "I can't hold on."

"I need you," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his hips. "Do it."

He guided his dick into my pussy before lying fully on me. Frenching me with restrained passion, he slid slowly in, maybe an inch, then withdrew. I nearly screamed in frustration.

"I have to go slow," he whispered, his fingers tangled in my hair, his breath hot on my cheeks.

"Take me," I wailed.

He slid in a little deeper, withdrew, then pushed again.

My orgasm blasted through my core, spread outward until my fingers tingled. My pussy quaked and spasmed while I thrashed under him, pinned to the bed. In great rolling waves, my climax rolled me over and under until my breath came in rapid pants.

"Now you're ready," he growled.

Grey thrust in, hard, fast, to the hilt.

I cried out at the mixed pain and pleasure of his invasion, my pussy walls spreading, allowing him in. The pain vanished after three or four thrusts, and pure ecstasy filled me, my loins, all the blood in my body rushing south.

By his tenth thrust, a second orgasm built, climbing like a fiery trellis, higher and higher. I couldn't hold it back. No way.

Nor did I want to.

"I'm coming," I gasped, arching my breasts into his chest. "I can't stop it."

Grey offered a long, drawn-out groan as his body stiffened.

My climax exploded.

I saw stars behind my closed eyelids, my pussy on fire as he thrust deeper, slower, his tight-lipped groans in my ear.

My wild orgasm faded just as Grey, breathing harshly, collapsed atop me. I thought I'd never be able to bear his terrible weight, but with most of it on his elbows and knees, I felt comfortable. His cock still embedded inside me, I lay still and enjoyed the feeling of fullness, of the aftermath of great sex.

When Grey rolled off of me, the blast of cooler air on my hot, hot body made me shiver. "Dammit. I'm cold."

"Not to worry."

Grey struggled to get the blanket and bed cover in some sort of order, then crawled beneath them beside me. I snuggled against his broad chest, toying with the hairs between his nipples.

Languid and content, I caressed down his chest to his belly and back. "I said you weren't gonna sleep on the floor."

"You minx." His voice sounded as relaxed as I felt. "You planned this."

"No. Well, maybe. You're too sexy for my own good."

Grey kissed my brow. "It's the other way around."

"Whatever."

My head pillowed on his shoulder, I felt calm, warm, as loose as the proverbial goose. I started to drift. His heavy arm around my shoulders gave me the deep comfort of swaddling bands. Sleep tugged at me, pulled me into its embrace…

"I'm too old for you."

I jerked out of my early slumber. "Huh? What?"

"You know I am," he said. "I know it. This shouldn't have happened."

Muzzy, I ran my fingers up his chest and covered his mouth. "Don't care. Reason for everything."

"You're Colton's girlfriend."

I sighed. "Nope. Go to sleep."

Grey's chest vibrated as he groaned. "I can't let this go on. You're off limits. Or should be. Christ, I put us into a real mess."

Unwilling to wake up fully and argue with him, I muttered, "Not on you. Shut up."

Grey shifted under me. "I can't. This is eating at me. What will people think? What will Colton do? Shit, I don't even know if something happened to him."

"He's fine." I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall. "I'm going to sleep. You should too."

"Ellie, I'm sorry."

Like I had nothing to do with it, that I wasn't a willing participant. "Don't be."

The bed sagged as Grey also rolled over, his arm around me as he pulled me into the circle of his body. "We have to talk about this."

"There's plenty of time…just enjoy…now." I forced my rising annoyance down so that I might return to my previous lethargic state, hoping Grey would take the hint and go to sleep. I waited for him to start in again, forcing me to listen to his self- castigations. He didn't. He nuzzled his face into my hair, his massive arm tightening for a moment.

Growing sleepy again, I snuggled into his warmth, comforted by his strong presence, his weighty arm. I breathed in his masculine scent, the odor of the shampoo he washed his hair with after the game. All these dropped me into a deeper slumber.

I didn't dream at all.

***

I woke to dull sunlight streaming past the white curtains.

For a moment, I had no idea where I was or how I'd gotten there.

Rolling over, observing the motel room, the crumpled covers, I suddenly remembered. Grey, the whiteout, making love. My pussy ached at the memory of his massive erection buried deep within it.

"Grey?" I called out.

No answer.

I got out of bed and found my panties and my jersey on the floor beside the bed. Confused, I put them on, listening for sounds of Grey showering in the bathroom. But there was no telltale hiss of water. Cautious, as though expecting a serial killer behind the door, I slowly pushed it open.

"Grey?"

The bathroom was empty.

I was alone.

Nervous, I crossed my arms over my chest and paced the small room. I heard nothing, not even voices, TVs, or bathroom noises in the rooms to either side or above. As though I'd been dropped into an episode of the Twilight Zone. Lonely Girl Abandoned in Ghostly Motel.

The door swung open behind me.

I uttered a tiny shriek, spinning.

Grey, fully dressed, a tray of donuts and cups of coffee in his left hand, tossed the key card on the table with his right. "What's wrong?"

"I, er, nothing," I fumbled.

Trying to smile, I swiped my hair back from my face. "Coffee, yum."

He handed me a cup, not smiling. "The highway is shut down. We aren't going anywhere. Not for a while."