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

I covered her mound with one hand and levered my way back up to her.
    “ Pull your legs up, sugar. Let me in. ” I reached for the shelf and snagged one of the condoms I ’ d stashed there, ripping it open with my teeth and rolling it on.
    Without a word, she let her knees splay sideways and lifted them to each side, giving me full access to the warmth within. I slid home like I ’ d been born to fill her. For a moment, I savored the sensation of being surrounded by a warm, pulsating pussy, and then I pulled back and thrust home again. I kept it slow as long as I could, but her hips rising to meet me with each thrust spoke to something primitive in me, and I lost the will to make it last.
    Neither of us could suppress our grunts of pleasure as I pumped into her again and again. When the familiar tingle started, and I knew I wasn ’ t going to be able to hold back, I groaned out my release accompanied by a higher-pitched squeal near my ear.
    From further away, I heard a familiar male voice. “ Hey, who ’ s gettin ’ pussy in here? Any chance of sharing? ”
    The curtain was whisked back and Axel peered in. I had Amy covered, but my bare ass was in full view. Breathing hard, Amy glared at him. “ Close the curtain, asshat. And no. ”
     

ELEVEN
     
    Rex
     
    I took my share of ribbing from the guys, after Amy left to get ready for work. It wasn ’ t unusual to have a groupie in the bus, but it was unusual for only one of us to get to indulge. Sometimes there was a girl for each of us. Sometimes we passed them from one to another. And once in a while, a girl was looking for a little more excitement and took on more than one of us at a time. Not sharing wasn ’ t good form, but it was the lady ’ s choice, and Amy had made hers clear.
    What I didn ’ t tell the guys was the bargain we ’ d struck, and that the sex was more or less the handshake that sealed the deal. At least, that ’ s the way Amy wanted it. After this morning ’ s antics, though, I had some burning questions about where she ’ d learned some of her techniques. That was something else I didn ’ t share with the guys. Some things just weren ’ t any of their business. Taking her with us was, and before we left, I ’ d have to get their buy-in.
    Because I ’ d been up more than half the night the last two nights in a row, I went back to sleep after the others cleared out. The bus would soon heat up to slow-roasting temperature, so I asked Axel to wake me around ten a.m. Meanwhile, Ike and Mark would be on the hunt for a drum kit. We needed to practice in the afternoon, since it had been days since we last played.
     
    Cole shook me out of a heavy sleep at nearly noon. “ Hey, dude, you gonna sleep all day? ”
    I felt like I ’ d been drugged. It had to be over ninety degrees in the bus, and my sleep had been plagued with slow, agonizing dreams of being unable to run from something bad that was chasing me. Or not getting to someone in time to save them from some dark presence. At first I didn ’ t recognize Cole. When I finally gathered my wits and looked at my watch, adrenaline replaced the fog in my brain.
    “ What the hell? Where the fuck is Axel? He was supposed to wake me two hours ago. ”
    “ He ’ s inside. Told me to come out and wake you up, like, five minutes ago? Took me three or four to do it. You were sleeping like a dead man. ” The slow cadence of Cole ’ s speech almost lulled me right back to sleep. I shook off the thick fingers of lethargy that threatened to drag me under.
    “ I ’ m gonna kill him. ”
    “ Give him a break, dude. He was upset you wouldn ’ t share this morning. We were all a little upset. ” His mournful expression made me laugh.
    “ Hey, lady ’ s choice. You know that. She said no. ”
    “ You wouldn ’ t have, anyway. You ’ ve got a thing for her, ” he said. “ Come on, we ’ re getting lunch, and then we ’ re gonna practice before the afternoon regulars come in. ”
    As I