Page 55 of The Blessing

chapter 23

closer

With a darkened sky and a heavy sheet of rain, I feel as if I’m secluded with my girl. The rain is unforgiving as it pelts down on my Ford F-250, blocking the rest of the world out. Time feels as if it’s standing still. There’s nothing else that exists aside from Ronnie and me. Her tits are heaving within the fabric of her wet black dress; her body is slippery smooth from the rain. I want to strip her of that damned dress and lick every inch of her ivory skin dry. I imagine how fucking perfect her wet skin would look beneath the dim streetlights. As my imagination quickly runs wild, my cock grows uncomfortable in the confines of my jeans. I jerk away from her for a moment, trying to regain the minuscule sliver of control I have left. However, one lustful look from her has me pulling her back into my arms to taste her again. I lick her full bottom lip until she allows me entrance to her mouth. Having the console between us makes it difficult to touch her like I want. Without warning, I pull her across it and onto my lap. It’s a tight fit, and we both laugh as her ass bumps the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound. I slide my seat back and she relaxes in my lap. Don’t fuck her in the truck like some cheap prom date, Trevor! As I’m berating myself, Ronnie surprises me by rubbing her panty covered pussy against my erection—causing me to almost ejaculate in my pants. What the fuck, Trevor! Are you twelve years old? Don’t embarrass yourself!

I pull away again before I embarrass myself, causing Ronnie to cutely pout—which makes me want to pull my cock out and pound into her even more. I don’t want to be rough with her, though; not tonight—not our first time. I want our first time to be perfect. I want the show her physically just how much I fucking love her. I can’t treat her like a slut and meaninglessly fuck her. I love this girl more than anything and I want her to know just how different she is.

“We can’t do it here,” I tell her and she pouts again. “Don’t give me that look. It’d be public indecency or some shit like that.”

Ronnie laughs and starts wiggling her way off my lap. A smug smile appears on her face as she hears a moan escape my mouth in response to her rubbing her ass back and forth over my cock before settling back into the passenger’s seat. The confidence she’s displaying tonight is so incredibly fucking sexy. She knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to let me know. With a shaky hand, I put the key into the ignition—starting my truck. I quickly twist the lever to turn the windshield wipers on to their fastest setting. We need to get home sooner rather than later. I don’t think my cock could stand another second of her teasing. Ronnie seems as eager as I am, if the look in her eyes is any indication.

The roads in downtown Denver are beginning to cover over from the deluge of rain, but once we get onto I-70 back to Evergreen, the roads don’t seem half fucking bad. However, the conditions worsened as we grew closer to home. Once we turn off the highway onto 40 East, it doesn’t take long before we end up in a standstill of backed up traffic. I stare in disbelief at the road ahead. They closed the fucking road off! Tonight, of all nights, this has to happen to me!

“Do you know another way to Evergreen?” Ronnie questions as she looks ahead to the emergency vehicles blocking the road.

I barely know my way around this area on a good fucking day. On a night like tonight—pitch-black with severe weather—none of this shit looks familiar to me. A few cars ahead of us turn around and I inch forward, wanting to ask one of the cops about another route. As much as I hate asking for directions, I want to be at home—in my bed—if shit goes the way I’m fucking hoping—with my girlfriend as soon as possible. Therefore, I swallow my pride and stop in front of a police car before rolling down my window. The cop is cool and doesn’t seem put out as I ask about road closures and possible detours. Ronnie laughs, in what sounds like disbelief, as the cop tells us many roads have already begun to flood. I sit in silence for a moment, too shocked by our misfortune to say anything. The weather has cockblocked me and not only that, but now I won’t be able to pick up Grey tonight. He hasn’t slept without me since we moved into our apartment. I’d take my chances on the roads if that meant getting home to him. I thank the cop and turn around, heading back toward Denver.

As if reading my thoughts, Ronnie reaches over to squeeze my thigh and says, “As much as Grey wants you there, he needs his daddy safe. You’re all he has left and we can’t take any risks because of that.”

I know she’s right. If he lost me in a car accident, too… God, it would be sickly ironic and devastatingly cruel. As much as I want to see his face and have him safely in my arms, I know taking unnecessary chances just to do that wouldn’t be wise.

The rain starts falling more heavily, causing the road in front of us to become barely visible. I lean forward in my seat, trying to see through the rain to the car in front of me. I see brake lights and hear the sounds of car horns, but I can’t make out a single sign on the highway. It’s a nightmare and driving under these conditions has me on edge. I pull off at the next exit, not bothering to look at where it leads. Ronnie’s texting her sister, informing her of our situation, as I keep my eyes peeled for a hotel with a vacancy. There’s a shitty motel that looks as if it hasn’t been renovated in years. I can’t take Ronnie to a shit-hole like that—not on our first night together. I can’t bear the thought of fucking her on some grimy motel mattress. I drive on, hoping to God there’s something better ahead. Thankfully, there is. The hotel we come across appears to be fairly new and, from its appearance, way out of my price range. However, considering our only other option and realizing sex will most likely be on the horizon, I pull into the more expensive choice. If I put in an extra shift at work, I should be able to swing it and compensate for the extra expense.

I park close, but I know it won’t make a bit of difference. Ronnie giggles and swings open her passenger door, eager to run in the rain again. She’s beautiful as she throws her head back and basks in the downpour. I get out of the truck and watch as she hops around the puddles, her tits bouncing with every step. Since her dress is wet it’s clinging to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. She looks like a nymph from one of those old stories I remember from my high school English class as she runs with her long hair dripping down her back. It takes me a moment to realize I’m standing in the pouring rain just staring at her; it’s as if her body alone has the power to immobilize me. She turns to look at me with an ethereal smile illuminating her face before she turns back around and runs inside the hotel. I lock up my truck and chase after her, realizing how cold I am now that she’s not around.

The hotel lobby is overwhelming with its high ceilings, marble floors, and furnishings that look as if they cost more than my apartment. My wallet feels lighter already as I take it all in, but I push past that unpleasant thought and follow my girl to the front desk. The woman behind the desk gives us a comical look and observes me for a bit longer than appropriate before greeting us.

“One room, please,” I say as I pull out my wallet.

The blonde glances between Ronnie and me, as if she were trying to compute something. Maybe she is because she doesn’t seem like the smartest tool in the fucking shed. Finally, she asks, “Do you require a room with two queen beds?”

I give her a dubious look before shaking my head and saying, “No, my girlfriend and I would like one room with one bed.”

Ronnie giggles at my tone. Apparently, she’s not disturbed by this chick’s behavior. My girl’s confidence is one of the sexiest things about her.

“Sorry, sir,” the blonde stutters out the apology before typing away on her computer.

I roll my eyes at her as I take ahold of my rain nymph’s hand. Even though her makeup is smeared and her hair and clothes are drenched, she still has a carefree smile on her face. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Before I can control myself, I lean forward and press my lips against hers. I only want a small kiss, just enough of a teaser to hold me over until we make it to our room—but Ronnie gives me so much more. She slips her tongue into my mouth and moans, which causes me to pull her body flush to mine. I lose myself in her completely, enjoying the feel of her body and the taste of her full lips as they move against mine. The sound of someone clearing their throat eventually interrupts our kissing. I pull away to find the blonde eyeing me with what I’d describe as a constipated fucking look on her orange face.

“We have two suites available,” she informs me with a pissy expression.

I smirk. With Ronnie still glued to my side, I say, “As long as it has a nice king-sized bed, we’ll take it.”

The woman looks as if she’s trying very hard not to roll her eyes at me. It’s obvious that it’s taking all her willpower to remain professional. I give her a smile as I hand her my credit card, hoping it’ll soften the blow a bit. I wasn’t meaning to be a jackass to her, but I didn’t like the way she was sizing up my girl. Her face flushes and the flirtatious look she had in her eyes reappears. What does she think is going to happen? Does she think I’m going to invite her back to my room for a three-way? As much as I wouldn’t mind seeing Ronnie with another woman, I don’t know if I’d ever want to share her.

“Enjoy your stay, sir. Let me know if you need anything.”

I understand her meaning and give her a slight nod as I take our key card and pull my girl away. I can feel the chick’s eyes watching us as we leave. I try not to seem too weirded out by it. We walk past a gift shop and Ronnie tugs on my hand, pulling me inside.

“Why don’t we get some dry clothes, hygiene essentials, and snacks?” she suggests as she begins to look around.

I’m instantly confused. As crass as it sounds, I thought we were about to finally have the primal fuck-a-thon my body has been fucking craving. Is she just nervous or something and decided to come in here to stall? I glance at the old man behind the counter and see that he’s not paying attention. I quietly walk up to Ronnie, who’s looking through a pile of sweatshirts that say “Colorado” across the chest in bold letters.

“We can just take all of our clothes off and hang them on the shower rod to dry—then there wouldn’t be a problem,” I quietly suggest into her ear.

Her entire body stills, and I quickly wonder if I’m scaring her. Maybe I’m pushing my luck here and she isn’t ready for that level of intimacy like I thought she was.

“We don’t have to go all the way,” I assure her, despite wanting to eat my own words. “I can just taste you if you want. Or we could do nothing…” I trail off, not wanting to make her feel pressured.