Free With Extreme Pleasure by Alison Kent Page B

disappointed her, left her unfulfilled, but that was exactly the sense that was eating at him now, and making it hard to get to sleep.
    It had been awhile since he’d slept all night with a woman, since he’d gone to bed wrapped in one’s arms and woke up with her wrapped in his, his dick at the ready, her pussy hot to trot. Because those were the only women he’d slept with. The same ones he’d fucked.
    He’d never had a woman he had no plans to touch warming him the way Cady was now—with the heat of her skin seeping into the blankets, and her soft breathy snores, and the tiny sounds she made when she stretched and turned and rolled.
    And this woman, who had no one in her corner and nowhere to go, was the woman who tomorrow he was going to have to find someplace to dump so he could hit the road for home. Yeah, that made him feel like a first place winner. More like a first class mother fu—
    A window shattering explosion of fiery light and booming thunder cut off everything King had been thinking and sent him into survival mode. He knew Cady had bolted upright, and he dived toward her, taking the both of them and all the covers to the floor between the two beds.
    She screamed, but she didn’t fight. She ducked as completely beneath his body as she could, leaving him to the brunt of the raining glass and debris. He felt the scatter shot of detritus like bullets pummel the blanket where it draped him, felt shards strike his uncovered shoulders and head.
    In seconds it was over, smoke billowing into the room through the frame where the window’s panes had blown out. He tossed off the blankets and urged Cady to her feet, finding her shoes on the extra bed and his boots on the floor, then sprinting for the room’s exit.
    Coughing against the smoke, Cady grabbed her backpack and laptop and sweatshirt, following him into the hallway and the chaos of half-dressed people, strobing lights, and the hotel’s blaring fire alarm.
    “What happened?” she called over the panicked voices and crush of bodies.
    Fearing their separation, he took her by the upper arm and pushed their way through the crowd. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
    Fuck orderly fashion. He wanted out of here and now, because there was something telling him he wasn’t going to like what he was going to find outside, and the sooner he found it, the better.
    They reached the end of the hallway in time to see the first fire engine blow into the parking lot. King shoved his way through the knot of hotel guests congregated there and pulled Cady behind him through the door and outside into his worst nightmare.
    “Son of a fucking bitch!”
    His Hummer was a burning shell. Orange fire licked through what was left of the vehicle. Black smoke rose in foul-smelling columns. The rest of it, including his supplies and all of Cady’s possessions, was strewn around the parking lot in pieces, the result of the blast that had turned their room’s window into similar shrapnel.
    “King, you’re bleeding.”
    “What?”
    “You’re bleeding. You’ve got a piece of glass sticking out of the back of your head.”
    Too bad it wasn’t sticking out of his eyeballs so he wouldn’t have to see this. He reached back and nudged the embedded shard. “Ouch. Shit. Ouch.”
    “Come on. Sit down.” She led him to the sidewalk and forced him to sit, dropping her bag and computer in his lap before shrugging into her hoodie. “Hold my stuff. I’ll see if there’s an ambulance on the way, or if any of these guys are medics or whatever. Don’t move until I get back.”
    He watched her go, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anytime soon, and not under his own steam or in any vehicle he owned, goddamn Hummer garbage shit blown everywhere.
    Soon enough he’d need a ride to the hospital for stitches. And then to the police station to find out who the fucking hell had blown up his truck. But for now, he’d do as she’d told him and sit.
    Cady was right. It was hard being