9
Cillian
Ipull into the first small town I reach and book a room at the motel. I need to make calls and I want a shower and a proper feed. Not in that order. I call up the local Italian place and they promise to deliver my meal within half an hour. Long enough for me to shower and call the café.
Long enough for me to miss Flick.
I should’ve asked her if she wanted to come with me. She could’ve asked. Maybe she still wants to pretend that she’s not fae.
The shower has shit water pressure, but I don’t care. I wash away days of grime and sweat and by the time I’m done I feel much better and I’m even more convinced that I let the wrong woman go. But I told her the truth when I said I’m not my brother. I won’t return with someone who doesn’t want me, or to come to faery.
There’s a knock on the door. Dinner was faster than I expected.
I wrap a towel around my waist, so I’m decent. But it’s not dinner. It’s Flick.
She’s grimy and sweaty and looks like she’s been through hell, and she’s everything I want. Her gaze skims over my body and her tongue darts over her lip. “I’m on my way to the Outer Realms Café…I saw your bike.”
My lips curve. With her I don’t have to wait for another rider to be ready to go after our captor. All I need is a rider to give me their necklace. “When I get there, I intend to go to faery as fast as possible to hunt the bastard down.”
“So you’ll be needing a woman and a hunting partner.”
“Yeah.” I step back and let her into the room. It’s not fancy, but it’s got a bed that I’m looking forward to using. “I’ve ordered some dinner, if you want to shower first.”
From the glint in her eyes, I know she’s not thinking about dinner. “How long have we got?”
I check the time. “About ten minutes.”
She lifts her eyebrows. “I’ll be showered in three.”
She doesn’t close the bathroom door as she strips and gets the water running. Her skin is streaked with dirt, and her leg is bloody. She doesn’t pull the curtain across either, giving me full view as she washes her hair. Then she lathers the soap in her hands.
Fuck it. I can’t wait. My dick is hard, and I want her. She’s a siren song in my blood that I can’t ignore. I drop my towel on the floor and step into the tiny shower.
She kisses me. “What took you so long?”
“I was enjoying the view.” I turn her to face the wall and run my hands over her breasts, her hips. I pause, in case she changes her mind, but when she doesn’t, I nudge her feet apart and press into her. Her pussy is hot and tight and slick. Water drums on my back as I fuck her. She rocks back, meeting every thrust. One hand drops from the wall to her clit. I add my hand so she can show me what she needs. She groans as she comes, clenching around me and tipping me over the edge.
It's been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. Never with anyone that I need as badly as water in the desert. The need to go home tightens in my gut. My time as a rider is over.
I kiss between her shoulder blades. Then pull away.
She sighs and takes a moment before turning around in my arms. “So, do you have a plan?”
I grin. “My plans are shit…I like yours better.”
