Annabelle walked over to the fountain in the middle of the lobby while I got us a room. I placed some cash on the counter and told the girl it was hers if she promised to confirm that they only had rooms with one bed available should she be asked by the beautiful woman standing in front of the fountain. She readily agreed and that was how I got Annabelle into a hotel room with only one bed for the two of us.
As expected, Annabelle balked at the idea at first, but I convinced her that it was late and we both needed to get some rest. We had several days of riding ahead of us and neither one of us could afford to be tired. Reluctantly, she agreed and followed me up to the room.
She showered first. I was surprised at how little time she took in the bathroom, especially after riding all day. I just assumed she would want to soak in the bath or whatever girls did that took so damn long in there, but she was in and out in about 10 minutes. She walked out in a tiny little t-shirt and yoga pants that molded perfectly to her tight ass. I about swallowed my damn tongue when I laid eyes on her.
Once in the shower, I knew I had to take care of something or it was going to be a long painful night for me. My cock had been half hard all damn day with her snuggled up behind me, her full tits pressed against my back, but seeing her in that get up she called pajamas sent every drop of blood I had rushing to my dick. I braced one hand against the wall and wrapped the other around my throbbing cock. Gripping myself firmly, I slid my hand back and forth while I imagined the things I would do to Annabelle’s firm little body if she would give me the chance. Closing my eyes, I pictured her on her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth while she had one hand on her tits and one hand between her legs. It took about five seconds of that image before I was spurting all over the shower wall.
I finished up in the shower and realized I’d forgotten to bring my clothes with me in my rush to get away from her and her fuck me pajamas. Oh well, two could play her game. I walked back into the room with nothing but a towel around my waist.
She was sitting on the bed and she froze when she saw me. Her cheeks flushed and her plump lips parted. She didn’t say a word, but she took her time looking at my body. I smirked. “Are you about done? I’d like to get in the bed sometime this week.”
She shook her head. “Oh, Phoenix, I’ll never be done staring at your gorgeous body.”
I stepped closer to her. “Is that right?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, licking her lips.
“If you don’t want this, you better get your ass in the bed and under those covers. I’ve been waiting almost 20 years to fuck you again, doll face, and my self-restraint is damn near tapped out,” I growled.
“I-I-I,” she stammered.
I slid a pair of boxer briefs on under my towel and barked, “Get in the damn bed, Annabelle.”
She jolted out of her stupor and climbed under the covers faster than a child hiding from the monster under their bed. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Climbing in the bed with her, I turned off the lights and pulled her to me. I placed a kiss on the side of her face and told her, “Good night, doll face.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Phoenix
I woke Annabelle up early the next morning. I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible because I had plans for the evening and I didn’t want to take a chance of missing them. We had breakfast at the hotel and then we were on the road by 8am.
I was the happiest man in the world. The love of my life was on the back of my bike riding across the country with me. The scenery was almost as stunning as she was and, thus far, the weather had been nothing short of perfect. Annabelle seemed to be more relaxed, which only heightened my mood.
We had been on the road for about 30 minutes when she asked, “Will you tell me how you found out about Coal?”
The next several hours were spent telling her the story of Coal. I even pointed out that he prospected for me almost a year and I had no idea he was my son. She didn’t seem affected by my statement, but I hoped she would let it sink in when she had some time to herself. I debated whether or not to tell her about his injuries while we were still on the road. I guess I was silent too long and she picked up on my unease.
“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.
I sighed. “Nothing that I planned to keep from you. I was just trying to decide if I should tell you now or wait until we’ve stopped for lunch. I don’t want you falling off the bike,” I said.
She gasped. “It’s that bad?”
I reached back and patted her thigh. “It might sound that way at first, but you have to keep in mind that he is okay now. You think you can handle that?”
I heard her swallow and then her soft, “Yes, I can.”
I crossed my fingers and began telling her how Coal was injured. She tensed at certain parts, but she quietly listened while I spoke. When I told her he had been shot three times, she wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her helmeted head in my back as she cried. I wanted nothing more than to pull over and take her into my arms to comfort her, but I kept going.
“It was Ember that put everything together and figured out he was her twin. He needed blood, a lot of blood, and he has a rare type. All of the brothers were getting tested, but only I was a match. They were refusing to let me donate because I had been shot, too, even though it was really just a graze. Ember overheard me arguing with the doctor. She knew that we had the same blood type so she rushed off to get tested. The nurse commented how odd it was that they had the same blood type, were the same age, and had the same birthday. As soon as she was finished donating, she told me what the nurse said. I had my tech guy dig up Coal’s birth records and you were listed as his mother. He was born two minutes after Ember. Still, I wanted to be absolutely sure, so I got Patch to run a paternity test under the radar while he was in the hospital. When we got the results, we kept things quiet until Coal was out of the woods. I wanted him to know, and I was going to tell him one way or the other, but I thought talking to Kathleen and her husband first was the right thing to do. I sat down with both of them and broke the news as gently as I could. I thanked them for raising my boy and promised them I had no intention of trying to replace them or keep them out of Coal’s life. After that, we agreed to wait until he was discharged from the hospital to tell him he had some new family members. All in all, he took the news well. He already knew he was adopted, but my promise to not disrupt his relationship with Kathleen and Jeff was what put him at ease.”
“When did this happen?” she asked.
I cleared my throat and braced for her reaction. “About three weeks ago.”
“What?” she shrieked.
