splayed apart.
Tim’s knee pushed her legs apart. Erin arched back
into him, feeling his warm groin and the tickling of the soft hair there. His
laughter rained in her ear.
“You’re so in tune with me, baby. I don’t have to
say a word. Your body just molds into mine.” As he spoke Erin felt Tim’s cock
knife into her from behind. His body filled hers, taking ownership once again.
“Oh, yeah,” Erin gasped. Tim’s hips hammered her. His
mouth latched onto her ear, his declaration a guttural groan.
“You know what, baby?”
“Tell me,” Erin sighed, their bodies undulating.
****
The jingling of keys in the lock had Cara jumping to
her feet. She tossed the book into her pack, quickly reclined on the bed and
pulled the bedspread over her. She closed her eyes, waiting. The bedspread
lightly grazed her sensitive nipples. Her flesh flamed as every nerve
short-circuited. Cara licked her lips. Was her body parched, thirsting for
more?
Pretending she was asleep was a cop-out and she knew
it. She just needed more time to think. They were both confined to this tiny
room. There was nowhere to go. What she’d felt with him earlier, well— Cara
opened an eye to peek at her backpack. Those things only happened in books.
Real life was quite different.
But real l life had to be faced. Cara had no idea
how to navigate through the confusion.
Chapter
Sixteen
How Cara could sleep, Mick didn’t know. He was
wired, his mind and his dick doing battle. Had the kiss not had the same effect
on her? The thought was disappointing. Mick shoved it from his mind. He set her
hot chocolate down on the nightstand and then sat by the window, occupying the
only chair in the room.
Mick glanced back at Cara, her body neatly curled,
her hands beneath her cheek. Her breaths were a rhythmic hissing of air. He’d
have to drop the bomb tomorrow morning.
Ken caught him downstairs and pulled him aside. Apparently
the asshole he roughed up had already threatened to press assault charges. Ken advised
that they better be on their way by dawn if they wanted to avoid any further
hassles.
Ken had checked. They could get a train out. Where
they were going Mick wasn’t sure.
****
Once things downstairs quieted, Mick slipped out and
meandered into the vacant pub. He stood at the edge of the bar and waited for
Ken. As Ken looked up, their reflections caught in the dark front windows of
the pub. Ken turned and made his way toward the bar.
“Hey, Mick … you all right?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Mick
felt his face tighten, still irritated over his behavior. Ken’s voice echoed
through the now tranquil rooms of his busy establishment.
“It’s just business, Mick. I also don’t want you and
Cara to have any trouble. You both served me well, believe me. I’d keep you if
I could.” He shook his head, his expression one of disappointment.
Mick asked Ken if he could use the computer in the
office and check the train schedule.
“Where’re you thinking of going?” Ken asked,
stacking the menus on the bar.
“I want to eventually wind up near the shore points.
I need the ocean,” Mick told him.
“You’ll have no trouble finding work. Actually, the
earlier you get there, the better,” Ken informed him. “Let’s go in the back and
search some stuff for you.” Ken waved him back into his office.
The train Mick and Cara needed to catch left at ten-forty
the next morning. It would take them to Point Pleasant, New Jersey.
“Ocean City’s a nice town, but it’s also a dry town.
They don’t sell liquor there, so that might limit your job opportunities,” Ken
said. “Point Pleasant’s a good place to start, though. Some towns are still
struggling to rebuild after the hurricane. There’ll be some sort of work there
for you. It might not be in the kitchen, but my brother said you’re quite the
hustler.” Ken smiled, tapping the edge of the desk. He stood and extended his
hand to Mick. “If you need a reference, don’t
Tim’s knee pushed her legs apart. Erin arched back
into him, feeling his warm groin and the tickling of the soft hair there. His
laughter rained in her ear.
“You’re so in tune with me, baby. I don’t have to
say a word. Your body just molds into mine.” As he spoke Erin felt Tim’s cock
knife into her from behind. His body filled hers, taking ownership once again.
“Oh, yeah,” Erin gasped. Tim’s hips hammered her. His
mouth latched onto her ear, his declaration a guttural groan.
“You know what, baby?”
“Tell me,” Erin sighed, their bodies undulating.
****
The jingling of keys in the lock had Cara jumping to
her feet. She tossed the book into her pack, quickly reclined on the bed and
pulled the bedspread over her. She closed her eyes, waiting. The bedspread
lightly grazed her sensitive nipples. Her flesh flamed as every nerve
short-circuited. Cara licked her lips. Was her body parched, thirsting for
more?
Pretending she was asleep was a cop-out and she knew
it. She just needed more time to think. They were both confined to this tiny
room. There was nowhere to go. What she’d felt with him earlier, well— Cara
opened an eye to peek at her backpack. Those things only happened in books.
Real life was quite different.
But real l life had to be faced. Cara had no idea
how to navigate through the confusion.
Chapter
Sixteen
How Cara could sleep, Mick didn’t know. He was
wired, his mind and his dick doing battle. Had the kiss not had the same effect
on her? The thought was disappointing. Mick shoved it from his mind. He set her
hot chocolate down on the nightstand and then sat by the window, occupying the
only chair in the room.
Mick glanced back at Cara, her body neatly curled,
her hands beneath her cheek. Her breaths were a rhythmic hissing of air. He’d
have to drop the bomb tomorrow morning.
Ken caught him downstairs and pulled him aside. Apparently
the asshole he roughed up had already threatened to press assault charges. Ken advised
that they better be on their way by dawn if they wanted to avoid any further
hassles.
Ken had checked. They could get a train out. Where
they were going Mick wasn’t sure.
****
Once things downstairs quieted, Mick slipped out and
meandered into the vacant pub. He stood at the edge of the bar and waited for
Ken. As Ken looked up, their reflections caught in the dark front windows of
the pub. Ken turned and made his way toward the bar.
“Hey, Mick … you all right?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Mick
felt his face tighten, still irritated over his behavior. Ken’s voice echoed
through the now tranquil rooms of his busy establishment.
“It’s just business, Mick. I also don’t want you and
Cara to have any trouble. You both served me well, believe me. I’d keep you if
I could.” He shook his head, his expression one of disappointment.
Mick asked Ken if he could use the computer in the
office and check the train schedule.
“Where’re you thinking of going?” Ken asked,
stacking the menus on the bar.
“I want to eventually wind up near the shore points.
I need the ocean,” Mick told him.
“You’ll have no trouble finding work. Actually, the
earlier you get there, the better,” Ken informed him. “Let’s go in the back and
search some stuff for you.” Ken waved him back into his office.
The train Mick and Cara needed to catch left at ten-forty
the next morning. It would take them to Point Pleasant, New Jersey.
“Ocean City’s a nice town, but it’s also a dry town.
They don’t sell liquor there, so that might limit your job opportunities,” Ken
said. “Point Pleasant’s a good place to start, though. Some towns are still
struggling to rebuild after the hurricane. There’ll be some sort of work there
for you. It might not be in the kitchen, but my brother said you’re quite the
hustler.” Ken smiled, tapping the edge of the desk. He stood and extended his
hand to Mick. “If you need a reference, don’t
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