The Valentine Getaway Page 4

  We had to find a place to stay, otherwise we’d be sleeping in the car.

  Why this conference had to take place over Valentine’s Day weekend, I’d never understand. Maybe because I was surrounded by people who didn’t celebrate these kinds of holidays, or maybe people actually thought a global conference was a romantic way to spend a weekend like this. Either way, it put me in a bind I didn’t want to be in. I was going to pay an exorbitant amount of money in order to put us in some shitty motel for the night because all the decent hotels were booked because of the storm or because that was the only thing people considered romantic.

  Hotel room sex and hot tubs that weren’t theirs.

  Rolling my eyes, I pulled off the road and into the first motel. I was fifteen minutes away from the highway and Abby was still sound asleep. I was relieved when they didn’t have a vacancy because they didn’t look like they had any power, so I rode up the street to the next one. That motel looked even worse and cost even more, but even that one didn’t have any vacancies.

  But the front desk attendant guided me into one last place I could try.

  The motel looked like something out of a horror film. It sat off the road and back in the woods, surrounded by the very trees that were breaking because of the ice that was stacking on the branches. The walkways leading up to the hotel were dark, the sign itself was only half-lit, and the bulb at the front desk was blinking.

  “How can I help you?” the attendant asked.

  “Please tell me you have two rooms for tonight,” I said.

  “I got one room with a jet tub,” he said.

  “Only one?” I asked.

  “Take it or leave it.”

  “How much?” I asked.

  “$250 for the night.”

  “Two hundred and fifty dollars for one night?”

  “Take it or leave it.”

  I looked back at Abby and I could see she was starting to stir. Her body was shifting around and her head was lifting up from the seat. I had no idea how she would react to this, but I knew if I made any mention of how pissed off I was, she would gloat about being right. About how I should’ve listened to her and taken the time to pull off when I still had my choice of hotels. Now, I was stuck at another weird motel with only one room, and I couldn’t even complain about it because I had been arrogant.

  Great.

  “I’ll take it,” I said.

  After a few signed pieces of paperwork and the man taking my card, I reluctantly took the keys to the room. Abby was sitting up in her chair now, her eyes darting around in an attempt to find me.

  “What’s happening?” she asked, as I got in.

  “The storm got worse and cars started pulling off for the night. My guess is we’re a little less than halfway through Iowa, but we can’t go any further. This is the only motel that has a room.”

  I pulled the car up to the room as Abby’s eyes widened, but then a small giggle started emanating from her side of the car. And that giggle turned into laughter, and that laughter turned into her holding her stomach and screeching with hilarity in the car.

  “Do you really have to do this now?” I asked.

  “Oh, you don’t get to say shit,” she said.

  “Come on. Let’s get our stuff inside.”

  “This is going to be great. A dingy motel you actually have to keep your mouth shut about.”

  “Let’s get ourselves inside, please.”

  She picked up the bags of food and drink she still had at her feet as I grabbed our bags from the trunk. I handed her the keys so she could open the door, and she had to put her shoulder to it to get the door to open. She went stumbling in and I bit back a grin as she cussed and fell to the floor.

  “You all right?” I asked.

  “Piece of shit door,” she said, murmuring.

  I brought our stuff in as Abby looked around the room and I could tell that even she was mortified. The wallpaper was peeling from the walls. The bed was crooked in its frame. The couch was obviously dusty from years of no use and the mini-fridge was making this loud whirring noise. There was something in the bathroom that was leaking substantially as Abby slowly walked over to the counter.

  But then she lifted the folded washcloth and a cockroach came scurrying out.

  “No!” she shrieked as she ran back towards me. “No. Not this place. We’re getting in the car and finding another place to stay. Hell, we’ll stay in the car. I’m not bunking with roaches.”

  I was trying to hold my tongue on the situation, but she was right. The little toiletries and the mini-fridge did not off-set cockroaches. I went over to the bed and pulled back the covers, ready to check for bedbugs. This place was old and dirty, and part of me would’ve rather weathered the storm.

  But the quality of the sheets shocked me, and I bent down to sniff them before I nodded.

  “The sheets are actually decent,” I said. “Even though the bed frame is broken.”

  “Did you know there’s a jet tub in here, Colin?” Abby asked.

  “I did, yes,” I said.

  I walked over to the couch and pulled off the dusty cushions. I was relieved when I saw pull-out bed underneath it. I looked around for the sheets to go with it and found them in the dresser the box television was sitting on. They were of a decent condition as well, and smelled just as nice as the ones on the bed.

  “The couch is a pull-out,” I said. “So I’ll sleep there and you can take the bed.”

  “That’s good, because the actual bed is only a double,” Abby said as she came out of the bathroom.

  “What’s that look for?” I asked.

  Abby had this weird look on her face. It was a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. She looked back at the bathroom before she looked back at me, and I furrowed my brow as I tossed the sheets onto the couch.

  “Abby?” I asked.

  “The bathroom’s actually decent,” she said. “It’s stocked with some nice things. Rose-scented bubble bath. Different types of mini shampoos and conditioners. Soaps. Face washes. Make-up remover pads. And there’s—other stuff.”

  “Other stuff?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Just—yeah.”

  “It is Valentine’s Day weekend. Maybe they were—trying to do things up nice?” I asked.

  “Uh huh,” she said mindlessly.

  I watched Abby as she continued to look around the room. There were brown spots on the popcorn ceiling from water that was beginning to leak through the old roof. Her eyes settled on the bed as she studied its crooked form, her fingertips landing on the sheets. She ran them along the fresh linens and nodded, more shock rolling over her features before she grinned.

  “I guess we’re moving on up, aren’t we?” she asked.

  I smirked at her comment before I looked back at the couch.

  “If you aren’t comfortable sleeping on a crooked bed, then you can have the couch. I just figured even though the bed is crooked, it would be more comfortable for you,” I said.

  “Aren’t you the one with a lot of work to do?” she asked.

  “Yes, and the couch has an outlet right by it.”

  “Then you can sleep on the couch. You should technically be in the doghouse anyway.”

  “Dog houses are for men in relationships,” I said.

  An uncomfortable silence settled between us before Abby sighed and nodded her head.

  “Well, that’s fine then. I’ll take the bed. But for now, I’m going to take a shower. Or a bath. Or something to help me feel clean,” she said.

  “That’s fine. I’m going to get started on working once I can figure out the internet password here. If they have it.”

  Shit. I forgot to ask the front desk if they had internet.

  “Remember our deal,” Abby said.

  I picked up the hotel room phone as Abby backtracked into the bathroom. I called the front desk and was relieved when they said they had internet. I wrote down the password then pulled out the couch bed, making it up with the sheets b
efore I changed clothes. I pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before I turned my laptop on, but something caught my attention.

  Rather, it was something that should’ve caught my attention, but didn’t.

  Even though Abby had been in the bathroom for a few minutes now, there was no water running.

  “Abby?” I asked.

  But she didn’t give me an answer.

  I logged into my laptop and hooked it up to the internet before I walked over to the bathroom. The bathroom was separated from the room this time, so I knocked on the door to try and get her attention.

  “Abby. You okay in there?”

  But there was still no answer and I couldn’t even hear her walking around.

  My hand descended onto the doorknob and I paused for just a moment. If she was hurt, she’d be crying out. If she was upset, she’d be talking to herself. If she was being quiet, maybe she just wanted some privacy. Some time to herself to adjust and digest the situation we had found ourselves in.

  But I still felt a little flutter of panic in my stomach, and my curiosity got the best of me.

  “I just want to make sure you’re all right,” I said.

  Then, I opened the door just to glance in and make sure there was nothing she needed.

  Chapter 6

  Abby

  I heard the door open just as I dropped the last of my clothes to the floor. The man really didn’t take a hint, which meant he was about to get an eyeful. If he couldn’t just leave me alone, then he was going to suffer the consequences. I was too wound up and too stressed out to leave this jet tub unused. The hot water was running and the jets were bubbling the lavender bubble bath soap I found on the counter, and I was ready to relax.

  And when Colin opened the door, I turned my head towards him and grinned.

  His eyes raked over my body as I stood there in front of him. His back quickly straightened as his eyes darted over to the running water, then they migrated over to the other little surprise that had been stocked in the bathroom. A bottle of champagne with small fluted glasses.

  “I guess they tried their best to prepare for Valentine’s Day,” I said.

  His eyes panned back to me and I gave him a playful wink. It wasn’t like this was the first time he had seen me naked. The moments we had shared over Christmas had been stuck in my mind over the past two months. They kept me company in my dreams, and at times they were so vivid I woke up and expected him to be next to me.

  And now we were here. Together, in this moment while his eyes ran along the curves of my naked body.

  I slipped into the tub and sighed as I sank down into it. Without another word spoken, he slipped into the room and began to undress. The familiarity between the two of us was coming back. The stress of the weather was fading into the background and in its place was the sizzling connection we felt two months ago.

  Well, the sizzling connection I felt two months ago anyway.

  His body came into view and it was just as I had remembered. Tall and strong, with lean muscles and veins that bulged in placed I wanted to lick. My eyes lingered on his chiseled abs before they made their way down to his thick dick, and I shivered as I thought about all the things his body had done to mine. About the electricity that had surged through my veins when he touched me, and the fire that sparked in my gut when he kissed me. I watched as his naked body walked over to the cheap bottle of champagne, and he poured us both a glass before he settled into the tub in front of me.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  “It’s a cute set up for such a dark motel,” I said.

  “I guess it’s the staff’s way of wishing their guests a Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said.

  Colin reached over and shut the water off as the jets continued to batter our bodies. We sipped silently from our champagne flutes, our eyes connected and unwavering. His bright blue eyes slowly turned from stern to lustful, and I could feel that same passionate want rising up my legs.

  “You look as beautiful as I remembered,” he said.

  “So you did think of me every now and again,” I said, grinning.

  “More than you know,” he said.

  His voice was low and husky, like dark chocolate being melted on top of a stove. The air crackled between us as Colin shifted towards me, plucking my glass from my hand and setting it on the floor. The water around us sloshed as he moved closer to me, his body floating in the soapy water as the scent of lavender soaked into our skin.

  “I thought about us, too, you know,” I said breathlessly.

  His lips were on mine in an instant, before he pulled me into his lap. I could hear the water sloshing over the sides of the tub as our bodies began grinding against one another’s. His lips tasted just as sweet as I remembered them. Warm and welcoming as they swelled against mine. Our teeth clattered together as his hands rose up my back, pulling me closer into his chiseled chest as my tits rose to aching peaks.

  Our tongues danced together as his thick cock grew underneath my body. His hands slid down my sides, tickling me as I giggled into his lips. I could feel him smiling against me as his lips trailed kisses down to my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse point as his hands cupped my ass.

  His cock slid into me effortlessly. Like it had been searching for its home for months.

  I rocked against him as the soapy water crashed around our bodies. My hands threaded into his black hair, pulling him as close to me as I could get him. He was so warm and my body had been so lonely without him. I could feel the ecstasy and the relief rising up my spine as his cock filled me to the brim.

  “Just like that,” I said, whispering. “Right there.”

  “I feel it. I feel all of you, Abby.”

  I rode his cock as it rubbed against that precious spot. I could feel my juices leaking into the tub as the jets pummeled our bodies. The water was splashing and the soap was covering our bodies. His lips were creating sparks of electricity against my skin, pulling goosebumps upon my body with every kiss he left behind. I rolled my hips against his while his hands guided my ministrations, and I felt my toes curling as my climax crashed over me.

  “That’s right. Cum for me, Abby. Pull me in.”

  I could feel my body tugging on him, milking him for all he had as his teeth sank into the meat of my chest. My fingernails raked against his scalp, pulling a growl from his throat as his hands sank into my ass. How I’d missed what his body could do to mine. How I’d missed this close connection I felt with him when our guards were dropped.

  I wasn’t ready for it to end.

  I wasn’t ready to give him up just yet.

  Like a shaking, panting mess, I came down from my high. His forehead caught mine as sweat began to gather along my brow. I captured his lips and I could feel them trembling. His entire body was shaking against mine as he held me close to him. Never in my life had I felt more vulnerable than I did in this very moment, and as his hands rose up my back I could feel his cock growing against my walls.

  “It’s a bit hot in here, don’t you think?” I asked.

  “I’ve got a way to fix that,” he said.

  Effortlessly, he lifted me from the tub. His cock was still buried within me as I wrapped my legs around him. He cradled me close as he stepped out of the tub, the cheap champagne quickly forgotten about as he walked us to the bed. I felt my back descending to the soft sheets as his eyes hooked with mine, those baby blues swimming around my face as a smile appeared upon his lips.

  Then, he moved.

  He pulled back and slid in slowly and it arched my back towards him. He scooted me higher up onto the bed before he planted his knees, then he set a relentless pace. His dick slammed into me, lurching my tits as his lips bent down to warm them up.

  I pressed Colin’s face deep into my bosom as he moaned with excitement.

  His hips snapped against me and I could feel his balls smacking my ass. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as he groaned against my skin. My hands were everywhere. H
is hair. His back. Digging into the muscles of his arms. The bed was shaking and the headboard was slamming against the wall, and soon my body was quivering underneath his as my toes began to curl again.

  “I feel it, Abby. I feel you. Let it go. Let yourself go.”

  His encouragement was all I needed for stars to burst in my vision.

  “Colin! Holy shit. Fuck. I’ve missed—oh—this—yes!”

  I could hear his cock slapping around in my juices as they poured out into the bed. My body thrummed with desire as his lips peppered my neck. I relinquished my body to his mercy, my legs releasing his hips as I laid there, sprawled out onto the bed.

  Colin’s eyes turned devious as he flipped me over and lifted my hips into the air.

  I laid there and felt him slide into me as I cried out into a pillow. My hands planted into the mattress as I bucked back into him, feeling his balls slapping my sensitive clit. The room was filling with the familiar smell of his sweat and my pussy. Stars were bursting behind my eyes as his cock was buried deep into my body.

  “Shit. I can’t. It’s too good. Colin, please. I—I can’t. Not—oh, fuck!”

  I felt his hips stuttering as his balls continued to assault my clit. My legs jolted with every touch and I could feel electricity coursing up my spine. My hands wound into the sheets of the mattress as I tried to press my ass into him. I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls, ready to burst with its release while my pussy clenched him into his vice grip.

  “Please cum with me, Colin. Please,” I said breathlessly.

  He dropped to my back and I felt his cock twitch. His teeth sank into my shoulder as I moaned out. We both dropped to the bed as my hand flew into his hair, wrapping in whatever part of him I could touch as his cock pumped deep into my body. He filled me with so much of him that it started squirting out of me, dripping onto the bed beneath our sweating, panting bodies.

  His hand found mine and our fingers intertwined as my head spun with lust and relief.

  “I missed you, Abby,” he said into my skin.

  “I missed this,” I said. “Because—damn. What that cock of yours can do.”