Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(92)

Boon shuddered once more, the last of his cum bursting into me, sending  me into a final, teeth-grinding throe of ecstasy. I moaned as he  collapsed on top of me, both our bodies thick with sweat, both panting  and flush with the glow of sex.

I felt … new. I felt alive, awake, but sleepy, contented. I felt like I  could have laid there forever, or at least all night. When I looked at  the clock, though, I knew that I had to go: Becky and Alicia would  probably still be sleeping, but if I wasn't there in the morning …

"Holy shit," Boon said, finally, turning to me. I smiled nervously; I could feel his cum leaking out of me, relished it.

"Yeah," I said back. "Thank you."

He chuckled. "Yeah, thank me."

I got up, searching the floor for my shorts and panties. When I stood  up, I could feel more of Boon's cum dripping out, and looking down saw  where it had mingled with the blood from my freshly de-virginized pussy.

"You have to go?" Boon said, leaning on his elbows. I was surprised at  the disappointment in his voice; I figured a guy like him was used to  ushering women out of the room afterwards. He just didn't look  very … cuddly.

"My friends will miss me," I said, cocking my head, trying to figure out his angle.

"I wish you'd stay," was all he said as he lowered himself back down. I  have to admit, that did make me feel really good to hear. "How long are  you here for?"

"Til Monday," I said, pulling on my shorts and reaching for my top.

"Can I see you again?"

I stopped in the middle of the pulling the shirt on. Can he? See me  again? Does he actually want to, or is he just being nice? I shouldn't …

He sensed my hesitation and leaned upwards again, eyes beseeching.

"Or would that ruin the ‘stranger' aspect of your goal?" He seemed  genuine, but I didn't know. Well, I mean, I knew that I wanted to see  him again: I could feel myself growing sadder and sadder about leaving  each second that past between us.

"I just don't know … " I finally muttered, pulling my shirt on all the  way. I turned away, trying to think. I want to see him again, I do, but I  can't, I shouldn't, I can't get any more attached than I already am …          

     



 

"You can take time. Think about it. I'll be here," he finally said from  behind me. I looked back at him over my shoulder. His blue eyes were  beseeching, calm, comforting. His hair was messed and tousled, his smile  shy and lopsided. I felt my chest turning to rubber. Fuck, I thought.

Fuck, indeed.





11





I tried to be quiet getting back into the hotel room, but it wouldn't  have mattered. I walked in the door on my tiptoes, turning to make sure  that it didn't make a sound when it closed. When I turned back around,  the room suddenly lit up. Alicia and Becky were both awake, both sitting  on the couch, both looking at me with eyebrows raised.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Becky said, her voice mockingly grown-up.

"Oh, hey guys, I uh … ." I said, stammering, mind racing.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Do you know how long we've been up waiting for you?"

"How could you be so irresponsible?"

"We're so disappointed in you."

"How big is his cock?" That last statement came from Alicia and the  moment she blurted it out we all lost it, laughing and screaming.

"Oh my GOD, Samantha, you didn't REALLY, did you?" Alicia finally said, tears streaming down her face.

"Tell us EVERY detail, right now," Becky added. "And you better not be too sore for hiking tomorrow!"

I rushed to join them on the couch; we covered ourselves in blankets and  I told them everything, from the text to the two mind-blowing orgasms.  Once I got through the dirty details, we talked about how I felt,  whether or not I should see him again. Becky thought I should leave it  as it was, not try and see him again. Alicia thought I should spent the  rest of the trip in bed with him. We fell asleep in the early morning,  all bundled up together on the couch.

The next day, we hiked in the baking heat, taking lots of pictures and  admiring the stunning desert views. The whole hike, though, I was  fighting with myself about Boon. I should see him, I shouldn't, I  should, I shouldn't. I must have been visibly distracted, because both  Alicia and Becky picked up on it.

"You're thinking about him a lot," Becky said when we stopped for a snack.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I did lose my V-card to him. I just don't know whether or not I should see him again … "

"You shouldn't. You had your fun. If you end it now, you won't get hurt  anymore. It'll be a great story, a fun thing to remember, but you won't  end up hurting. If you see him again, you'll just get even more  invested," Becky said, speaking truthfully and wisely. I knew she was  right. It was also really irritating how right she was. Because I wanted  to see Boon; even though I knew it was the wrong decision, the wrong  thing to want, I couldn't avoid the desire.

"Listen," Alicia broke in, "I think you should see him again. Just,  like, totally go crazy and have a million orgasms. But Becky's right,  too. I mean, if it were me, I'd see him again. But you're a little  more … I don't know, serious, Sammy. You could get your heart into real  trouble playing with his kind of fire."

I nodded, listening to them both and thinking about how right they were. And yet …

That night, we went out to dinner and had celebratory drinks. The next  two days were more of the same thing we'd been doing: lounging,  drinking, dancing, having fun. I tried to push Boon out of my mind  anytime he entered, but I couldn't help but look for him everywhere. In  restaurants, at bars, in clubs, in stores, on the street. I always had  my eyes out for his tall, ripped body, his tattoo-covered arms, his long  blonde hair … .

I didn't see him. And I didn't text him. And I didn't get any texts from  him. It hurt, a little, but I knew that seeing him again would only  make it hurt more. On the last night of our trip, Alicia, Becky, and I  bought a bunch of helium balloons. Then, we each wrote our secrets,  hopes, and regrets onto slips of paper and tied them to the strings. We  went out to the pool and released them, watching the balloons fly into  the night sky.

We didn't share what we'd written. I'm glad we didn't. Because I'd only written one thing on all my pieces of paper.

Boon, Boon, Boon.





12





On the morning we were set to leave, the hotel room was a total mess of  clothes, shoes, conditioner, and all the frivolous souvenirs we'd picked  up. We were all rushing around like chickens trying to fit everything  into our suitcases and into the car. Around 10am, there was a knock on  the door. We didn't have to check out for another half hour, so we had  no idea who it could be.         

     



 

Flustered and irritated, I threw the door open.

"Yes?" I asked shortly before even looking to see who it was.

Boon stood with a grin on his face, his handsome, handsome face. My hands dropped to my sides, my mouth popped open in surprise.

"Tag, you're it," he said. I laughed. Becky and Alicia both came behind  me to see who it was; as soon as they saw, they exchanged a look and  laughed.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Stud," Alicia said, always the  embarrassing one. I shushed her and asked if they would give us some  privacy.

"Um, I don't know if you know, Sammy, but we gotta be out of here in,  like, thirty minutes. There's no privacy at check-out time," Becky said,  rolling her eyes.

"Shut up, buzzkill. Don't worry, Samantha, I'll finish packing for you.  Go out on the balcony or something," Alicia said, totally redeeming  herself. I smiled at her and opened the door wider to let Boon in. We  walked through the pillow-strewn living room to the balcony, and I gave  my friends one last look before stepping out to join him in the heat.

"Wow, so … uh. Wait, how did you find me?" I asked, questioning his presence for the first time.

"I have my ways," he said back, moving closer to me. I felt my heart  speed up as he closed the gap between us. I wanted him to touch me. I  didn't want him to touch me. I didn't know what I wanted.

"Okay, creepy," I said playfully, allowing him to encircle me in his  strong arms and pull me in for a kiss. His mouth on mine felt so right.  Like it belonged there for all eternity. When he pulled away, my head  was spinning.

"I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye," he said, eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm … I'm glad," I said, telling the truth but also scared of what I was saying.

"Samantha, you probably won't believe me, but you're … you're so  different. From the girls I've known. I … .I haven't been able to stop  thinking about you. You … you make me feel like a cicada," he said, his  voice sounding strange.

"A cicada?" I asked, my eyebrows raised at the odd simile. He chuckled.