Free Velocity by Cassandra Carr Page A

strokes, sometimes adding a little twist
at the end that drove him crazy. It wasn’t long before he was crying out and
spilling onto her hand and his belly. Panting, he closed his eyes. That initial
moment of orgasm had, in fact, hurt, but it was so worth it.
    “Stay there,” Savannah told him before hopping off the bed
and going into the bathroom. She returned a few moments later with a warm
washcloth and cleaned him off. “Why don’t you just take a quick shower so you
don’t aggravate your injury? I’ll repack and get in after you. It doesn’t take
me long to get ready.”
    Much as he would’ve liked to watch the water run down
Savannah’s body, it would probably be safer with fewer elbows to accidentally
jab him, so he took a perfunctory shower and then Savannah got in. True to her
word, she was quickly ready to go and they met Marco and Natalie in the lobby.
Marco had already gone to pick up the car, so they set out for Anaheim by just
after eight. Registration for the next event went from four until seven that
day, so they wanted to be sure to get there in plenty of time so Marco wouldn’t
miss registration.
    Even with stopping briefly for lunch, they rolled into the
arena parking lot at about four thirty and walked with Marco to register. A
couple of riders were surprised Paolo wasn’t registering, and he wasn’t ready
to tell them of his decision so he blamed his injury. After that the four of
them checked into the hotel and Savannah made Paolo rest for a couple of hours.
When night fell she brought dinner back for them to eat in the room.
    The next morning they slept in, and when Paolo woke and saw
how gorgeous Savannah looked in the morning light, her eyes closed and a small
smile decorating her face as she slept, his dick stirred. Maybe they could
figure out a way to have sex without hurting him. Of course a blowjob would
serve the purpose, but he really wanted to slide inside Savannah’s slick, wet
pussy. Maybe doggy style. Or reverse cowgirl.
    While he contemplated his choices, Savannah blinked sleep
out of her eyes.
    “Good morning,” she mumbled, and he remembered how much she
needed her coffee before becoming functional. That might put a damper on his
plans to take her anytime soon.
    “Morning.” He gently rolled onto his good side. “Would you
like me to go get you some coffee?”
    “Oh no, you stay here and relax. I’ll go get some.” Savannah
climbed out of bed and it was tempting to try to persuade her to stay, but he
decided against it as soon as he heard a crash and Savannah swearing.
    He leapt out of bed, ignoring the searing pain in his side.
“ Cara? Cara? Are you all right?” Paolo got to the door of the
bathroom and saw Savannah’s toiletry bag on the floor, the contents strewn far
and wide.
    “Yes, I’m fine. Just clumsy. I knocked it off the vanity
when I was getting my toothbrush out.” He began to kneel to help her pick stuff
up, but she stopped him. “I’ve got it. Go back to bed, really. This won’t take
long.”
    Reluctantly he withdrew from the room, but sat on the chair
near the desk and picked up the remote. It was going to be a hot one today in
southern California. He glanced at his suitcase. Most of what was in there was
dirty and he wondered if he should see if the others wanted to get some laundry
done. They’d be here long enough to send it out through the hotel. Picking up
the phone, he called his brother.
    “ Ciao. I was going to send some laundry out. Do you
guys need to?”
    “Oh, good idea.” Paolo heard some mumbling and assumed Marco
was checking with Natalie. “Yeah, we’ve got some stuff. I’ll bring it to you.
What room?”
    Paolo gave him the information and then hung up.
    “Who was that?”
    “Marco. We’re going to send out our laundry while we’re
here. Feel free to add anything you’d like. We put stuff like that on Marco’s
bill since he pretty much controls the money and I am sure he would not mind.”
    Savannah bit her lip