Phoenix
When I arrived at Annabelle’s house the next morning, she was waiting on her front porch, packed and ready to go. Obviously, she had spent a great deal of time with Wave’s club over the years and had traveled with them because she had all of her things packed in a small leather duffel bag and a leather backpack. I tried not to dwell on the thought of her on the back of another man’s bike.
Instead, I focused on her. She was a breathtaking sight, standing there in her tight jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, riding boots, and leather vest. Her long hair hung in a braid down her back. She watched me ogle her body and I didn’t give the first fuck that she knew I was checking her out.
“Are you about done? I’d like to get on the road sometime this week,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh, doll face,” I groaned, “I’ll never be done staring at your gorgeous body.” I reached down and readjusted my cock for good measure.
She rolled her eyes and sauntered past me, shoving her duffel bag into my chest as she went by. She climbed her fine ass on the bike, slid her helmet on, and motioned for me to hurry up.
I quickly strapped her bag down and made sure everything else was secure. We synced our Bluetooth devices and started on the long journey back to Croftridge.
Even though we were synced up, we didn’t talk much for the first few hours of the trip. After we stopped for lunch, Annabelle seemed to perk up a little. Finally, she asked me how I found out about Ember and Coal. Deciding it would be best to tell it like it happened, I started from the beginning, the day Ember walked into my clubhouse asking for help. By the time I finished that tale, it was time to stop for dinner.
We ate at a kitschy roadside diner and refueled at the station next door. I offered to stop for the night and find a hotel nearby, but she insisted that she was fine to ride for a few more hours. I was happy to hear that because, as it was, it was going to take us at least four days to get back home and that wasn’t accounting for possible weather or traffic delays.
We rode until we reached Salt Lake City, talking off and on about the kids. During the moments of silence, I had time to think about how I wanted our journey to go. If it was just me, I would have stopped at the cheapest motel I could find for the night, but I didn’t want to do that with Annabelle. This was a chance I never thought I would have with her and I wasn’t going to waste one second of it.
I pulled into the parking lot of a high-rise hotel right in the heart of the city. Annabelle gasped, “Phoenix, we can’t stay here!”
“Why the hell not?” I asked.
“It’s too extravagant. We just need a place to shower and sleep for the night. I’m sure there’s a basic hotel around here somewhere,” she rambled.
“Doll face, I want to stay here. That okay with you?”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. She did that two more times before I finally took pity on her. “How about we share a room to save on the cost? Will that make you feel better?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Um, yes, I guess that would be okay,” she sputtered.
I kept my face neutral but I was smiling from ear to ear on the inside. The first part of my plan worked beautifully. I walked into the hotel lobby with my proverbial fingers crossed that the second part of my plan would work.
Annabelle walked over to the fountain in the middle of the lobby while I got us a room. I placed some cash on the counter and told the girl it was hers if she promised to confirm that they only had rooms with one bed available should she be asked by the beautiful woman standing in front of the fountain. She readily agreed and that was how I got Annabelle into a hotel room with only one bed for the two of us.
As expected, Annabelle balked at the idea at first, but I convinced her that it was late and we both needed to get some rest. We had several days of riding ahead of us and neither one of us could afford to be tired. Reluctantly, she agreed and followed me up to the room.
She showered first. I was surprised at how little time she took in the bathroom, especially after riding all day. I just assumed she would want to soak in the bath or whatever girls did that took so damn long in there, but she was in and out in about 10 minutes. She walked out in a tiny little t-shirt and yoga pants that molded perfectly to her tight ass. I about swallowed my damn tongue when I laid eyes on her.
Once in the shower, I knew I had to take care of something or it was going to be a long painful night for me. My cock had been half hard all damn day with her snuggled up behind me, her full tits pressed against my back, but seeing her in that get up she called pajamas sent every drop of blood I had rushing to my dick. I braced one hand against the wall and wrapped the other around my throbbing cock. Gripping myself firmly, I slid my hand back and forth while I imagined the things I would do to Annabelle’s firm little body if she would give me the chance. Closing my eyes, I pictured her on her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth while she had one hand on her tits and one hand between her legs. It took about five seconds of that image before I was spurting all over the shower wall.
I finished up in the shower and realized I’d forgotten to bring my clothes with me in my rush to get away from her and her fuck me pajamas. Oh well, two could play her game. I walked back into the room with nothing but a towel around my waist.
She was sitting on the bed and she froze when she saw me. Her cheeks flushed and her plump lips parted. She didn’t say a word, but she took her time looking at my body. I smirked. “Are you about done? I’d like to get in the bed sometime this week.”
She shook her head. “Oh, Phoenix, I’ll never be done staring at your gorgeous body.”
I stepped closer to her. “Is that right?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, licking her lips.
“If you don’t want this, you better get your ass in the bed and under those covers. I’ve been waiting almost 20 years to fuck you again, doll face, and my self-restraint is damn near tapped out,” I growled.
“I-I-I,” she stammered.
I slid a pair of boxer briefs on under my towel and barked, “Get in the damn bed, Annabelle.”
She jolted out of her stupor and climbed under the covers faster than a child hiding from the monster under their bed. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Climbing in the bed with her, I turned off the lights and pulled her to me. I placed a kiss on the side of her face and told her, “Good night, doll face.”