Free Awakened Desires by Rissa Blakeley Page B

it.”
    “Gun…”
    “Shhh…” I pressed my finger to her lips. “And it’s Gunther.”
    She batted her mascara-laden lashes at me. “Whatever it was, it looks like it was painful.”
    “It was.”
    “Tell me.”
    “Why do you care? You’ve known me for less than twelve hours.”
    “And I just had the best sex of my life.”
    I shook my head. Think, goddamn it. I couldn’t tell her they are scars from being tased. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.” I sighed. “It was a car wreck…the glass from the windshield.”
    “Did you lose anyone?”
    “It was just me. I nodded off and hit a tree. It’s just embarrassing, and I totaled my Aston Martin.” I was hoping that explanation would have been enough.
    “Did you have any other injuries?”
    “A few. My spine has never been the same. As a matter of fact, while we were fucking, I felt it bad in my spine.”
    “I’m sorry. Maybe I can be a little tender and take care of you.”
    Shit. And there it was. My John Thomas was ready for the next session. She ran her hand over me. I closed my eyes and exhaled. Her warm hands felt good against my cool skin.
    Vanessa straddled me and leaned down to kiss me. I tried pulling away, but I couldn’t. Some liked the bottle, others liked the needle—women were my drug of choice. I took her face in my hands and we kissed. She sat up and held J.T., slowly sinking down on me.
    “Ohhh, fffuuuck,” I moaned. My eyes rolled back and my big body sank into the bed.
    “That’s it, baby. Lie back and relax.” No problemo . Her tits bounced as she rode me luxuriously slow and with such precision. Bloody hell, she was sexy. “Let me know when you are about to come.”
    “Okay…,” I breathed out heavily.
    Vanessa rode me until I gripped the hell out of her thighs. I was barely able to moan out that I was about to blow it. When she put my breathy words together, she hopped off and took me into her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me dry. What a good woman she was.
    After swallowing all of what I gave her, she looked up at me and smiled. “How was that? Relaxing?”
    “God, yes. Thank you.” I had never been treated like that. Ever. Usually, it was me doing all the work. I had no idea submission could be so fucking brill.
    “You, sir, are very welcome.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom. I needed a few minutes to collect myself.
    The shower turned on and I rolled on my side. She was only in there about five minutes before she came back out to get dressed. I watched her meticulously dress and primp in front of the mirror.
    “All right, lover. I’m out of here.” She sat down on the bed next to me to put on her shoes.
    “Need some cash for a cab?”
    “I’m all set. Thank you for the amazing time. Maybe I will see you around.”
    “Maybe.” She leaned down and kissed me. She tapped me on the nose and left the room. “Well, that was easy,” I mumbled to myself as the door shut behind her. I decided to roll over and go back to sleep.

    I was rudely awakened by my phone chirping at me and wanted to smash the fucking thing against the wall. I grumbled, searching blindly until I found it. I cranked open one eye and looked at the text from Drew.
    Blood bank .
    I rolled out of bed and, butt- arse -naked, walked to the shower. I stretched out my muscles, then washed the sex off of me. My body was feeling better than the day prior. I was less achy and ready for some stalking.
    Within fifteen minutes, I was leaving my room—gun in place—with a hop in my step. I made it down to the lobby and there was Carly. I should have gone to a different hotel. The run-ins were getting to be too much on her. I acted like I didn’t see her, but she called out to me. I cursed under my breath.
    “Mr. Erikkson.” I stopped and ran my hand over my head. “I need to speak with you for a moment.” She stepped out from around the desk and approached me in a professional manner. She cleared her throat.