Free Highway Song: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel by Jessa Jacobs

here. ”
    “ You ’ d do that? You ’ d take me with you? ” All her bravado fled with that question. In that moment, she looked like an orphan child.
    What had life done to this woman? And why the hell should I be the one to fix it? But right then, it was all I wanted to do. Fix what was broken, mend it so the cracks didn ’ t show, and help her move on to something better.
    “ Sure, why not? We ’ re headed to Seattle, going through Salt Lake City and Boise. We can drop you wherever you want to stay. ” Normally I ’ d run something like this past the rest of the guys, but this was an emergency. Life and death, if she was right. I thought her boss would protect her, but she seemed convinced it wouldn ’ t be enough.
    She launched herself at me as soon as I stopped talking. And then her lips were on mine, and my last brain cell died a contented death while we kissed. This time there was no hesitancy, and while her tongue jousted with mine, her hands were busy with the drawstring of my sweats.
    I caught her hands with one of mine and twisted to lay her down and lie alongside her. “ Let ’ s take this slow, sugar. What ’ s the hurry? ”
    She sighed and quieted under my stroking hand. One of hers tangled in my hair and pulled. For a second I was floating on a vague memory, but I couldn ’ t capture it. Besides, the bewitching beauty below me required all of my attention.
    I was never a ‘ slam-bam-thank-you-ma ’ am ’ kind of guy. Maybe it was being raised by a single mother, especially one who got knocked around by her boyfriends a lot. To me, women were to be conquered, yes. But once they were in my bed, I wanted to make them glad they ’ d yielded to my insistence. There was nothing like the crashing orgasms of a woman at my hands to make me feel like a god.
    Each time Amy tried to grab me, I evaded her touch. Yes, I wanted it. But she was in a hurry, and I didn ’ t want her to be. I nuzzled just under her jawline and flicked my tongue out to taste her skin. She was so smooth and silky. The slightly salty taste of her skin mingled with the sweet scent of her in a feast of sensual stimulation. I slid my hand under the old t-shirt and up from her waist to her ribcage, just under her breast.
    I ’ d thought she was too thin when I first saw her, and she was. I could feel her bones through a thin layer of skin, and the hollows between each rib. Didn ’ t she eat? Or did she have one of those eating disorders? I wanted to know, and that surprised me. I ’ d never wanted to know one of the groupies before, even while I was giving them the same slow, sensuous handling.
    Amy purred like a kitten under my hands. When I pushed against the t-shirt, bunching it up under her arm, she lifted both arms over her head and arched, allowing me to pull it off and toss it aside. Small, perfectly-formed breasts tipped with virginal pink nipples appeared for my tongue to explore, while my hand made its way back down to her shorts and under the waistband.
    She hadn ’ t made a sound until then, and I thought she was being discreet. But a low moan accompanied mine when I cupped her ass and squeezed gently. “ Amy. ”
    Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a sweet smile. “ Don ’ t stop. ”
    I took a nipple between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, wringing a gasp from her. She arched further, and moved her leg to press against my dick. I wasn ’ t going to last much longer. I inched down, trailing kisses along the centerline as I worked my way down past her belly button and into the soft patch of neatly trimmed hair. Her breath hitched as I blew gently at the bottom of the curls to clear my way, and then a sharp ‘ oh ’ , quickly muffled, was her first response to my tongue lapping her clit. A heavy sigh, and both of her hands found my hair.
    “ Oh, god, yes. Right there, ” she breathed. And right there I stayed, my hands cupping both of her ass cheeks, until her body went rigid and began to shake.