AintNoAngel (2 page)

Marc took one look at the panicked expression on her face
and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Killers and rapists don’t make spectacles
of themselves in a bar full of people. Everyone here can identify him. You
still have that mace in your purse?”

She nodded and Marc gave her a little push. “Go, live a
little. If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” Jessie smiled at that. She supposed
she was overthinking it.

“Okay,” she said, throwing her purse over her shoulder.

The sexy man smiled at her and took her hand to lead her out
of the bar and to his truck.

Travis closed the truck door after he had helped her up in
the cab. It was a tall truck, four-wheel drive with aggressive mud tires. It
suited his purposes well. Criminals hid in the craziest places.

Swinging up into the driver’s side in one smooth motion, he
started the grumbly engine and put it in gear. He knew just where to take her.

There was an overlook on the outskirts of town that he had
busted more teens at than he could count. But it was late and he figured the
place would be deserted this time of night, he hoped. After all, the kids had a
curfew.

He glanced her way and she smiled at him. The cab of his
truck smelled like her and he took a deep breath.

“So, what’s your name?” she asked and he grinned at her.

“Sorry, we didn’t get around to that. I’m Travis. What’s
yours?”

“I’m Jessie.”

Jessie suited her. She struck him as a no-frills kind of
chick. He knew that he should be making small talk with her but she didn’t seem
to mind the silence and his brain was too clouded with her scent to think
straight.

He said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to
scoot over here closer to me?” he asked as he lifted his arm and made room for
her.

She hesitated and he thought for a second she was going to
turn him down. But then she slid over on the bench seat and pressed her side
against his. They drove the last mile or two in silence and Travis could think
of nothing but how well she fit, tucked under his arm.

He pulled into the overlook and cut the engine and the
headlights. They were alone, just like he had hoped. He left the radio on, a
country station, and the dash lights illuminated the inside of the truck
softly.

“Where are we?” she asked quietly.

“The overlook.”

She looked up at him and said with a smile, “You brought me
to the make-out place?”

“I did. I’m a gentleman when it comes to women but I ain’t
no angel. Taking a pretty girl to a make-out spot seemed like a good idea.”
What he really wanted was more than that but he would let her lead the way. He
wasn’t in the habit of taking things from women that they weren’t willing to
give.

“I think it was a very good idea,” she told him.

* * * * *

Jessie liked having someone so close to her. Warming her
from the inside out, in ways that she thought had been long buried inside her.

He had brought her to the local make-out spot, a place that
she had never been. Oh she knew where it was and had driven past it but no man
had ever brought her here.

It was kind of romantic. The night sky had a blanket of
stars winking down at them and in the distance she could see a few of the
streetlights from town.

She could feel Travis’ body getting tenser by the second and
she wondered why he didn’t make a move on her. That one small thought left room
for more doubts to creep in.

But he must have thought she was somewhat pretty or he
wouldn’t have bought her a drink and asked her to dance. He had her in the cab
of his truck and the seconds started crawling by.

It made her feel young and untainted. But that was far from
the truth. Maybe she should just lay it out. Ask what he intended and go from
there.

They both started talking at the same time. He smiled and
said, “You go first.”

Taking a deep breath, she sat up and away from him without
moving back across the seat.

Holding his gaze, she blurted out, “Do you want to have sex
with me?”

She could tell that she had surprised him. His eyebrows went
up and his lips parted, but his eyes also went dark and caused butterflies to
erupt in her belly.

She waited for his answer, barely breathing.

Finally he said, “I do.”

Closing her eyes briefly to savor the words flowing over
her, she let out a deep breath.

He reached for her hand and she watched, mesmerized, as he
raised it to his mouth and stuck the tip of her index finger in. He sucked
gently and then twirled his warm, wet tongue around it before releasing her.

He sighed and seemed to come to a decision. “Since you are
being so honest, I want to tell you that I can’t offer you more than tonight.”

Somehow Jessie had expected that and honestly it made things
less complicated for her. Answering his unasked question, if she was all right
with that, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

He stayed still for a heartbeat before his arms came up
around her and pulled her across his lap. The hard ridge of his cock pressed
into her bottom as his tight thighs cradled her. One hand came up to tangle in
her hair as his mouth settled firmly against her lips.

Jessie felt that first soft kiss like a key that opened a
box she had long since slammed the lid on. She moaned and he took advantage by
sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. Her fingers dug in where they rested on
his chest and she wished they were wearing fewer clothes.

His fingers tightened in her hair and his tongue swept in
deeper. He lifted his other hand to trace the top edge of her tank and her
nipples went painfully hard.

Jessie kissed him back with all the pent-up needs that had
gone unfulfilled for far too long. Their tongues dueled and danced together,
giving and taking in equal measure.

Suddenly he broke free and stared at her, his breath coming
in heavy bursts.

“Jessie, if we only have tonight I don’t want to take you in
the cab of my truck and I’m very close to doing just that.”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked as she traced her
nail around the little hard nipple poking through his shirt.

“Let’s go back to my hotel room,” he said, already reaching
for the ignition.

Scooting from his lap, she nodded and he threw the truck in
gear. The tires spat dirt and gravel as he turned and gunned it out of the
little parking area and back on the road.

Moving to the passenger side, she reached for her seatbelt
but he stopped her.

“Come back over here. There’s a belt in the middle.”

His soft, firm words raised the tension between them and
Jessie moved back over to the middle of the seat. He lifted his arm and she
tucked herself back into place against him.

He drove a lot faster back to town, but not dangerously so,
and it made her smile. He turned into the parking lot of the only motel in town
and cut the engine.

Raising his hands to her face, he lifted her chin and kissed
her hard and fast. But as she lifted her fingers to his neck he broke loose and
opened the door, hopping to the ground and holding his arms out to her.

She went willingly and let him lift her from the driver’s
side seat. But his big arms held her weight and slowly let her slide down the length
of his wide body.

By the time they made it to the door of his room, Jessie was
quivering with nerves and need. She refused to contemplate the events that got
her to this moment. All she wanted to do was enjoy it. There would be plenty of
time later to think about every detail.

Travis pulled her inside and kicked the door closed behind
him. She stood in the middle of the small floor space and glanced around.

It was a typical motel—sagging bed and rickety dresser with
a small TV that looked to be from the eighties on it.

Her gaze came back to rest on Travis, who was leaning
against the closed door.

“Jessie, will take your clothes off for me?” he asked.

She shook her head and looked at the floor. She didn’t want
him to see how afraid she was. Not of him exactly but of what he wanted. She
might make him mad but she wasn’t afraid of that. She was used to it.

“Come here.” His voice was low but she heard no anger.

Taking the three steps slowly, she stopped in front of him,
only inches between them.

“Why not?” he asked.

She didn’t want to answer and ruin this night with memories
of the past. But he lifted her chin and she could not evade him.

“I just can’t.” She shook her head to emphasize. She
couldn’t do as he asked. It made her too vulnerable. But she still wanted him.

Leaving her hands at her sides, she closed the few inches
between them. Carefully she brushed her breasts back and forth against his hard
chest. His body went rigid and tense but he didn’t move.

“Can I, then?” His voice was low and gravelly. It shivered
over her, leaving little licks of flame that centered between her legs.

Her desire for him was overriding her normal inhibitions.
She blamed it on the alcohol and the length of time she had been without.

“Okay.” This wasn’t going to be the quick roll that she had
expected.

Travis stood away from the door and took her hands. He
brought them both to his lips and kissed each of her palms in turn.

Lifting her arms over her head, he told her, “Leave them
there.”

He slid his hands back down her, slowly, brushing his
fingers along the inside of her elbows. Jessie stood still as his fingers
continued down to her shoulders and across her neck.

By the time his exploration made it to her waist she was
trembling with need and her panties were soaked. His rough fingers slid against
the skin at her sides as he lifted her tank over her head and arms to drop it
on the floor.

Popping the button on her jeans, he lowered the zipper and
helped her shimmy them down over her hips and off her legs.

When she stood before him in nothing but her white lace bra
and panties, her arms extended over her head, he brushed her hair back off her
shoulders.

Flicking open the front clasp of her bra, he stared as her
breasts spilled free.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. But he didn’t touch them and
Jessie thought she would go mad with his slow tormenting. She breathed a small
sigh of relief when he hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down her
legs.

She didn’t know how he could hold on like this. She could
see the huge bulge in his jeans and prayed that he would hurry.

He went to his knees before her and she bent to join him but
he stopped her.

“Stay standing, Jessie,” he told her, “and put your arms
back up where they were.”

Jessie did as instructed. At the first lick of his tongue on
her thigh she flinched.

“Relax, baby. You will like this, I promise.”

She could feel the breath from his words on her pink folds
and her little nub hardened even more, releasing more wetness. She was worried
that any moment it would start dripping down her thighs.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” Travis murmured up at
her.

Once she had done as he asked, he started with long licks up
and down the inside of her thighs. With each flick of his tongue he got closer
to the spot that was throbbing for him.

And it was for him, because no other man had ever made her
feel this strong need. She had only had an orgasm with a man a few times. But
she wondered if that was all about to change.

Her thoughts scattered as his talented tongue went to the
crease at the top of her leg. She didn’t think she could take much more of
this.

Parting her pussy lips with his thumbs, he gazed at her
exposed form.

Jessie was panting now. Her lungs were pulling in
much-needed air and her heart was racing so fast she was sure he could hear it.

Looking up at her from his spot on the floor, he gave her a
grin and then buried his face between his legs. His hot mouth closed over her
clit and sucked it in so he could flick it with his tongue.

Jessie screamed and exploded on his lips, her hands moving
of their own accord to his smooth, shaved head to hold him against her.

She ground against his face as the tremors faded. Her knees
threatened to buckle but she didn’t want to move and lose the exquisite
sensation. Gently he released her with his mouth and stood.

Her juices were glistening on his chin and he took his shirt
off and wiped his face, smiling at her. It eased her self-consciousness a
little. She had never come like that on a man before.

He tossed his shirt aside and lifted her up so she could
wrap her legs around his waist. The feel of his warm, hard skin pressing her
breasts started the flames licking inside her again.

Travis was holding on to a quickly fraying rope. She was so
beautiful and responsive. He knew he could wait no longer. Her legs around his
waist were tight and he could smell her scent wafting all around him.

Kissing her as he carried her to the bed, he laid her down
gently and removed his boots and jeans in record time.

Fishing a couple condoms out of his pocket, he laid them on
the nightstand and stared down at the woman on his bed.

Her eyes were half closed, her dark-red curls a wild frame
around her head. Her pale pink nipples were hard and puckered, just begging for
his mouth.

She had taken her bra off her shoulders and had tossed it on
the floor with the rest of their clothes. She held her arms out to him with a
smile on her face and Travis was lost as he lowered his big body down on hers.

Her hands were everywhere at once, up and down his back,
over his smooth head, along his sides and shoulders. His cock tightened
painfully when her questing fingers gripped his ass and pulled him closer.

He kissed the silky skin below her ear and trailed a wet
line down her neck to her collarbone as she moaned little noises by his ear.

Gradually he dragged his tongue to her nipple and sucked it
into his mouth. It tasted just as good as her pussy and he braced on his
forearms to go back and forth between her breasts.

He sucked and nibbled and licked until they were more red
than pink and her small moans had turned to deep groans of pleasure. Leaning
up, he quickly opened the condom and rolled it down his cock.

Lowering back down on her, he positioned his body between
her spread legs.