Page 42 of Watch Me Burn
I wasn’t a blind man—these girls were smoking hot and clearly playing up their amusement to snag a hookup with me. Not sure how that would work out—even I had my limits—but most guys wouldn’t be able to resist a temptation like this during a dull hour.
But I wasn’t like most others.
I wasn’t attached to these women. They sparked fascination, and they surely would make me glimpse back for a few seconds if I passed by them strutting down the sidewalk. But beyond that? I really didn’t care. My mind was thinking about other things.
Another woman.
She didn’t dress for our RV trip in a sexy dress and heels, and she didn’t touch up her face with a splash of makeup or whatever else guys thought girls had to wear. But in a room full of a thousand models, she would always be the one I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. There was a sexiness to her smile that fluttered my chest by an extra beat, a rasp to her voice that made me want to hear her talk endlessly, a brilliance to the way she carried herself as a matured lawyer that kept me glued to my seat, a million things that made me think about her.
And if I was really honest, looking at these women right now, I realized that I didn’t only love Anna back then, but I still loved her now. More than I was willing to admit. This whole trip, was this really to clear my name at this point, or more so be with her and help her find the killer of her dad?
“Thanks!” I shouted to the bartender. I tucked my tab under my mug and looked at every single face in the group of girls. “And thanks to all of you wonderful ladies, too!”
The girls exchanged confused glances, one yelling “Hey, wait up!” as I rushed out of the brewery’s front door. I didn’t stop or look back—I knew where I was going, and why I needed to get there.
The sky was pitch dark when I got out and made out the RV in the parking lot.
I quietly slid its door open and walked to our little bedroom. The blanket on the mattress was flipped off, and Anna’s sleeping position had shifted dramatically.
Then she woke up.
Smiling, I demolished the damn pillow wall and took the edge of her covers to nestle my body inside. I wrapped my body around her back, letting my chin rest on her soft shoulder. I was on fire from one second to the next . . . and hard as a rock.
“You’re back,” Anna whispered. There was a tinge of excitement to her voice, like she was waiting for me to do this the whole time.
“I need to tell you something.” Snuggling closer to her, I whispered into her ear, “I care for you so much. More than anything in my life. I’ve always cared for you, and I’d kill and die for you if I had to. You mean everything to me, Anna Hudson.”
I could feel her skin heat under my embrace. “I . . . feel the same way,” she replied quietly. She gently removed herself from my embrace to face me directly. “I always did. Since we were kids. Even when you beat the shit out of Will,” she joked.
I chuckled. “I’m sorry but I’d do it again.”
“Good. It was kinda hot,” Anna purred in a naughty voice. Slowly, she lowered her cami and bared her plump breasts. I regarded them hungrily—it’d been so long since I last caressed them that I practically went into starvation. Ogling her beautiful curves lit a flame in me that I’d been craving to burn in its full glory.
“Anna,” I started, pulling myself closer to her. I licked the rim of her lips, delighting in the sweet flavor I tasted. She was rosy and pleasant. I then parted her lips with my tongue, locking my tongue with hers as we embraced in a passionate kiss. I wanted to feel every part of her, inside and out. She consumed my mind like nothing else in the world. It’d been decades that we’d known each other, and no other woman had the same effect on me.
Years ago, she’d watched my life burn to the ground—with good cause. But I would honestly beg her to do it all over again if it was the only way to hold her in my arms like this and slip my desire deep inside her as she moaned my name.
Maybe it was because she was my first that I was so captivated, I justified. In prison, I never got to glimpse a nude woman’s hips in person. There was something special about exploring a woman’s body with your bare hands, hearing the way she moaned into your ear, and sensing the bed sheets rustle into a mess as you two tangle in a wild burst of passion.
I loved feeling Anna’s fingernails scratch my muscular back as she left her own unique imprints. My favorite tattoos. I couldn’t savor a euphoria like this anywhere else on earth. Her touch flustered me in ways that shouldn’t have been imaginable, and her moans? That peaked my rock-hard erection.
“Ah!” she gasped as I inserted myself inside her. She struggled to take me in at first, but slowly stretched to take my big size. We’d done this before, many times that one night, so I knew I had to be gentle at first so she’d fit my massive cock.
I rocked back and forth, whispering sweet words into her ear as she gasped and begged for more.
“You feel so good,” I groaned in a low voice.
“Fill me up,” she begged.
“Fuck . . . I love you so much,” I said against her lips as I obeyed her and pushed my load into her.
With a loud scream, her wet core tightened and trembled around my twitching cock.
We were at this longer than I could imagine considering how freaking horny this woman made me.
I collapsed into her chest in a tired serenity, smiling as she ruffled my black waves with her fingers.
“Do you really mean it?” she said, smiling as she looked me straight into my eyes.
