Covered in sawdust and dirt, yes dirt, because after I finished the fucking ramp Wolf had me turn the dirt in the flower bed, I finally make my way back to the motel. Fitting my key in the door, I think of Ally and find myself eagerly twisting the knob to see her face. Problem is, when I enter she’s not there.

Automatically, I reach for my phone to call her but something makes me stop and I place it on the dresser. As I empty the rest of the contents in my pockets, I tell myself she’s off doing her thing. She’s safe. She’s with her friend doing whatever the fuck women do. She’s smiling somewhere and that’s all I wanted for her.

I just wasn’t sure where that left me.

I guess it left me in peace to take a shower without her bugging me about one thing or another. I’m just not sure I like that.

No, I don’t like it.

I want her here annoying me with ridiculous questions. I want her brushing her teeth while I shower.

I’ve got issues, man. Maybe more than Jack.

Kicking off my jeans, I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. Stripping off my t-shirt, I peel back the shower curtain and step under the hot spray of water, letting it wash the day’s work off my skin. Reaching for the bar of soap, I spot all her shit; the coconut body wash, that puffy thing she uses to lather it on and the seven bottles of shampoo. There’s no escaping her. No escaping the fire she’s lit inside of me, and as I wrap my hand around my dick, I hear her call my name.

Told you I had issues.

“Deuce,” she calls as I release my cock and lean my head against the tiles. “Are you in here?”

“Yeah,” I yell, glancing down at the monster swinging between my legs. The fucking thing is going to fall off soon.

“What’re you doing?”

“Praying,” I mutter.

“In the shower?”

Before I can tell her I’m praying for my cock to survive the hell I’m putting it through, she pulls back the curtain and her wide eyes find my raging hard-on.

“Oh,” she says.

Yeah, oh.

Brushing the water away from my face, I make no attempt to hide my junk or the fact that I’m harder than a slab of concrete. She should know her power. She should know she’s the one doing this to me. She should know she’s fucking desired.

“So, you’re happy to see me huh?” she teases, lifting her eyes back to mine.

Bright and full of mischief, those eyes that once called to me to save her now call and beg me to fuck her. Hesitating, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth and bunches the hem of her shirt in her hands.

Seeming to be in a debate with herself, I give her what she needs, knowing I might not have many opportunities ahead.

“You coming in or what?” I ask, watching as the smile instantly spreads across her face. With newfound courage, she pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it over her shoulder.

“Goddamn,” I mutter, and because I have no shame I close my fist around my cock once more and stare at the swell of her perfect tits. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ally.”

She shrugs a reply and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, setting those perky little tits free. Her rosy nipples, so perfectly round and pert salute me and beg me to suck on them, to pinch them between my fingers and twist them until they’re so hard they can cut glass. A million dirty thoughts run through my head as she begins to tug her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.

“Is this going to be like last time?” she questions, kicking her legs free.

The question brings me out of my sex deprived coma and grounds me. It makes me painfully aware I’ve got to rein myself back in. I remind myself she can’t handle me and I don’t trust myself to be gentle. I’m too far gone, if I touch her now it won’t be like last time.

I lift my eyes to hers and prepare myself for another night of blue balls, but when I open my mouth to speak, to tell her I can’t do it, well, my fucking mouth has a mind of its own.

“Does it have to be?”

Again, she takes her lip between her teeth. I lift my fingers to her lips and trace her lower lip with my thumb. Senselessly and selfishly, I lay my cards on the table, making Ally aware this won’t be anything like last time. I won’t put her first, not because I don’t want to, I physically can’t. Not this time. If I’m being honest, if there’s a next time, it’ll probably be just as fucking brutal because that’s what she does to me.

She makes me wild.

She makes me reckless.

She makes me want everything—all of her.

The past that anchors and the future that awaits her.

Every nightmare and every dream.

Every cry and every moan.

I want it all.

“Think before you answer,” I warn, pinching her lip between my fingers. “I can’t swear I won’t lose control, I can only tell you it won’t be sweet. If you say yes, then Ally, you’re going to know you’re mine. You’re going to feel it when I fuck you because I won’t quit until you’re writhing in my arms, until my come is dripping down your legs and your begging me for more. So, think before you answer, darlin’, because there ain’t no turning back. You give me the okay and I’ll give you my fire,” I vow, dropping my fingers from her lips.

I’ve lost my fucking mind.

I absolutely, one hundred percent, have lost my fucking mind.

But it’s too late now.

If hell doesn’t snatch me up maybe the psych ward will.

It’s her, this girl has me coming out of my skin.

“Do you absolutely promise?”

“I’m not a guy who makes promises, but I can swear to this one,” I tell her as my hands travel down her arms all the way to her hips. Digging my fingers into her soft curves, I pull her into the shower with me.

“Get over here,” I growl as she wraps her arms around my neck. “What’s it going to be?”

“Yes,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes to press her mouth to mine. “A thousand times yes.”

Those words are all I need and before either of us can take a breath I go off. I attack her mouth with mine. I kiss her like a starved animal, like a man who’s relying on her to make him live. Like a man who never wanted anything more in life than he wants her.

But that isn’t shit compared to the way she kisses me right back. Her tongue is just as desperate as mine, her lips just as rough. It’s a war we’re waging here, a beautiful fucking war full of power and sin.

Without tearing my mouth away from hers, I grab a hold of her ass and push her up against the tiles. Her hands drop from my neck and she splays her palms flat against the cool tile. My teeth nip at her lips before I pull back and take her face in my hands. Blinking away the water dripping from her eyelashes those blue eyes stare into mine, and fuck me, I’m the one lost.

Lost and never to be found again.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want to feel you wrapped around me,” I tell her as I bend my head and touch my lips to her neck. “How badly I want to kiss every inch of your skin or how much I want to suck on your clit. You have no fucking idea how I’m struggling not to finger fuck you up against this wall,” I whisper all my desires against her skin as I kiss and suck at her neck.

“Do it,” she begs, taking my hands and drawing them between her legs as my mouth closes over one of her nipples. Sucking it between my teeth, I pull on it before flicking my tongue back and forth.

“Yes,” she cries. “More of that.”

Releasing her nipple, I lick my way over to her other tit and do the same as I run my fingers between the lips of her pussy. From her ass to her clit and down again.

Again and again.

Over and over, until she wraps her hand around my wrist and demands that I give her what we both want, my fingers shoved deep inside that sweet cunt.

And sweet it is.

Sweet and greedy, sucking my fingers deeper as she arches her hips and rides my hand.

“That’s it baby,” I drawl. “Take, take, take,” I tell her, as my mouth glides up her body to her waiting lips. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, she leans forward and slams her swollen lips against mine. Her tongue flicks over mine as her pussy clenches around my fingers before she pulls her mouth back.

“Deuce,” she cries out, throwing her head back.

Beautiful.

Just fucking beautiful.

As she comes all over my fingers, I press my open mouth against her neck and suck, branding her mine.

All fucking mine.

Until the end of the line.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I take a step back and the whimper she releases makes my cock jerk.

“Not done with you, not even close,” I tell her as I shut the water off. Turning back to her, I take her hands and drag her against me.

Skin to skin.

Chest to chest.

I reach behind her, grab the globes of her ass and hoist her into my arms as she wraps her legs around me.

Home.

It’s the first word that comes to mind.

The only one that exists.

Her arms tighten around me as I step out of the shower and I press a soft kiss to her pouty lips.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” I say huskily as I touch my forehead to hers.

“I think it’s too late,” she whispers, reaching for my face.

The blood rushes everywhere.

My pulse pounds.

My chest constricts.

I hear the beat of my heart and feel the beat of hers.

I snap.

Swiping my hand across the counter, I send all her dental products flying before I set her down on top of it. Gripping the edge of the sink, hanging on for dear life, she stares up at me.

Gone.

I’m so fucking gone.

Placing my hands on her knees, I spread her out on the counter and drop to my knees. Keeping my eyes on her I kiss my way up the inside of her thighs.

“I’ll remember this,” she whispers.

“You better never forget it.”

“I won’t,” she promises. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”

Neither could I.

Neither could I.

With one final glance into the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, I lean into her and let my tongue taste heaven.

Whoever says every sinner goes to Hell; never had this.

She wraps her legs around my neck, squeezing it as I lick and suck my way up her pussy, stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue, nipping at it…fucking devouring it. Drunk on her, my tongue takes another long lick and I feel her pussy throb against my tongue.

She’s almost there.

She just needs a little more.

A little friction.

Burying my face against her, the scruff lining my jaw rubs over her, my nose nudges the hidden bundle of nerves and I fuck her with my face like the savage I am. Then she comes again wildly all over my face and it’s the sexiest thing a poor bastard like me has ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Her legs go limp around my shoulders as I pull back and angle my head back so I can see her face.

“I can’t wait any more,” I growl, untangling her legs from around my neck.

“Thank God,” she pants as I struggle to my feet. My knees burn, my whole fucking body burns…it’s that fucking fire we make.

Draping her arms around my shoulders, I slide one arm under her legs and the other around her waist, lifting her off the counter before carrying her to the bed.

Cupping my face, she twists my head, turning me to her and places her lips over mine. Her mouth feels so good…so fucking good. I try to stop myself from wondering how it might feel to have that sweet fucking mouth wrapped around my cock, but that’s not going to happen. It can’t happen mainly because I need to slide the head of my cock through those wet lips and dive inch by fucking inch into a euphoric sea of reckless passion.

Tearing our lips apart, I lay her down on the bed and take a step back, allowing my eyes to sweep over her and burn the image to my soul.

Tangled wet hair sprawled out on the pillow.

Body drenched in sweat—hers, mine, ours.

Legs spread wide.

Chest heaving, tits bouncing with every breath.

Lips parted.

Eyes.

Beautiful eyes that were once dull are full of life.

Full of need.

Of want.

Reaching into the nightstand I grab the box of ribbed condoms and pull five out.

It’s going to be a long night.

A long, long night because I plan on fucking her until this bed is soaked with my sins.

Until her legs are shaking and everyone in this hotel knows my fucking name.

“Ready?” I ask her as I roll the condom on and kneel on the bed. She widens her legs and lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck. Dragging me between her legs and into her arms she touches her forehead to mine and as I stare into her eyes I get my answer.

“I’m ready because it’s you,” she whispers.

I peck her lips softly.

Once.

Twice.

And then I pull back, brace my hands on the sides of her head and bring us both back to life as I push my way inside her.

She gasps.

I pause.

Then she lifts her hips and I lose my fucking mind altogether.

Driving as deep as I can, as deep as she can take, I fit myself inside her and I love her.

I love her like she’s never been loved.

I rewrite her past with every thrust.

She burns mine to ash with every moan.

And when we both come, we create fire.

The kind that never goes out.

The kind that lasts all night.