Overlooked(2)(69)

When I stand, he holds out his hand. I place my cold hand in his warm one and step off the ride. My heart sinks when he lets go of it, but he wraps the fleece over my shoulders, then takes my hand again. It feels right in his, even if it is only for one night.

“We’ll go to my bunk.”

I hesitate and say, “Is that where the others are partying?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there without those goofs seeing.”

We move between and behind several trailers so big they have to be towed by big-rigs. The noise of the other carnies gets louder and louder with each step. If my hand wasn’t in Steel’s hand, I’d be turning and running in the other direction. But I trust him.

“You do that every night?”

“What? Party? Hell ya. Like I said, it’s one of the perks of the job.”

“That doesn’t get too much after so many months?”

“Hasn’t yet.”

We stop at the short end of a big white trailer.

“Wait here,” he says, poking his head around the corner, “I’m going to unlock my door.”

Steel leaves my side, and I feel exposed without him. To what exactly, I don’t know. I just feel so out of place here, surrounded by the living quarters of carnies.

He reappears in seconds, with his same movie star smile. My chest flutters like I swallowed a million butterflies. I can’t believe someone so gorgeous is taking me to his room.

Laying his arm tight around my waist, he starts to bundle me toward his door.

But since I really am doing this, I have to tell him. I can’t not. I mean, he’ll be able to tell, right?

“Steel, I have to tell you something.” He urges me up the aluminum steps of the bunkhouse.

“What?” he hisses, turning his head from left to right as we hurry along the narrow aluminum walkway in front of several doors.

We reach his door and in lightning speed, he opens it, shoves me through it, follows me and locks it shut it behind us.

I swallow and say, “I’ve never done this before.”





Holy Diver (Steel)

What’s that supposed to mean? She’s never hooked up with a stranger? Or… fuck.

“You mean you’ve never had sex?”

Emily bites her lip and shakes her head. My hand involuntarily goes to my hair and scratches it. No, no. This isn’t what I wanted.

I mean, it’s not like I haven’t fucked shitloads of virgins over the years, but not Emily. She’s different. I’ve never actually sat and talked with anyone like that before. Everyone always bores me after the first sentence.

I can’t be her first. It should be special for her, not with someone like me.

She looks scared or awkward or something, and I feel bad for letting her stand there like that. I press my body against hers and draw her against me. She wraps her arms around me, and I can feel the length of them trembling.

Fuck, I’d planned to nail her up against the wall with her long legs wrapped around my waist.

“I thought you’d had a boyfriend.”

“I did, but it was in high school. This is a small town, you don’t sleep with anybody unless you want everyone and your grandma to know.” Her face is buried against me, she can’t even look me in the eye when she talks. I give her a reassuring squeeze.

“And you’re sure you want to be here now?” Please fucking say yes, I need to taste her.

“That’s why I’m here,” she says, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “I may not have gone all the way, but it’s not like I’ve never given a blow job.”

“Did the whole town know that?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. Connor used to say I was really good at it. He probably bragged to all his friends.”

Hearing her talk about blow jobs makes my dick rock hard. I dig it into her, and she gasps. Can she handle the sight of the monster cock in my pants?

I slide my hand up her back until I have a fist full of her hair. Pulling it out of my way, I kiss the sweet spot of her neck. Emily’s shoulders hunch for a second, but I keep kissing her neck. Near the base of it, up the side to her earlobe and around the back.

She can’t move her head, because I’m holding it in place by her hair. Her breathing is getting heavier. I love the soft flesh of a woman’s neck. It gets them good and ready for when I move down. Hell, sometimes I don’t even have to move anywhere before they’re screaming my name.

Emily gasps. Her breathing’s going crazy but she’s shaking. There’s no way she’s cold in here, it’s hot in here.

I put my lips to her ear, and in a low voice I say, “I’m going to make your body twist and turn so bad, you won’t know which way is up.”