Roadmance

Chapter 4

Maybe I SHOULD give America a chance, Rebecca thought as she started to wake up and found Colby beside her, arm curled around her. Without condoms, they had been somewhat limited in just how much fun they could have, but they found lots of ways to be creative. They had almost slipped once, when they had both woken up around the same time and started reaching for each other, but thankfully Colby had been clear-headed enough to pull out before they got very far. If it had been up to Rebecca, she might have been willing to take the chance. "There's a pharmacy just down the road," she murmured against his chest. "I'll go there quickly after breakfast. You and the guys take longer to eat, so they won't even know...."

Colby's chuckle made her heart flutter. When she had been involved with Fergal, the sex had been great in part because of their connection. Part of what made sex with Colby great was the lack of connection: no history, no expectations, no future considerations. They could be open and honest and not worry about the ramifications. Avoiding penetration had made it awkward at first, but then the limit almost became like a stipulation in a match—an element of the action rather than a barrier to it. "You need to eat," he reminded her, "and I'm sure we'll stop on some place on today's tour...."

"But then we have to wait until tonight," Rebecca pointed out, running a hand down his chest. His breath caught once she reached his navel and his cock was already wonderfully hard. Maybe the concierge has some hidden away? she thought as she moved down the bed and settled between Colby's legs. "I could go down and ask at the front desk...."

He cupped the back of her head and urged her closer. "Not... not right now. Maybe—" Colby's hips bucked a bit as she took him in her mouth and started sucking gently. "Maybe after... breakfast?"

"Hmmm." Rebecca had gotten plenty of experience with blowjobs with Fergal, since their time together was often brief and rushed, and judging from Colby's reactions, she hadn't lost her touch. She had sucked him off enough times during the night that she had a sense for his threshold, so she was surprised when she felt him start to tense up early.

A second later, there was a loud knock at the door. "Rebecca! Colby! Aren't you coming to breakfast?"

"Shit," Colby swore softly, reaching over to the bedside table. He looked at his watch quickly before showing it to Rebecca. Breakfast would only be served for another half an hour, and neither of them could afford to pass up a complimentary meal. "Thanks, guys!" Colby yelled back. "Be right down!"

"We'll save some toast for Rebecca!" Rami replied. Rebecca recognized the note of concern in his voice and hoped he wasn't assuming the worst.

Sitting back, Rebecca eased off the bed and crept over to the door, looking out the peephole. Unless Kevin and Rami were ducking, they had left, so she breathed a sigh of relief. "You go shower first," she told Colby, waving him toward the bathroom.

She wasn't surprised when he didn't protest. His hair was a mess and he was still very obviously aroused, so he would probably need a cold shower. The thought made her shiver in more ways than one, especially when she realized she would need a cold shower too. While he was in the bathroom, Rebecca pushed the beds apart again and tried to make the blankets look appropriately mussed. Most of the damp spots ended up on Colby's bed, which she thought made more sense; he could always blame it on a wet dream. Then she got her clothes out on the bed so that she would be able to get dressed quickly. It would be in front of Colby, but since he had seen everything already—seen and touched and kissed—there was no point in pretending to be modest.

Colby burst out of the bathroom as if he had been kicked out of a tavern in a cartoon. "Sorry. Tried to be quick." Letting his gaze linger on her, he added, "I should have said yes to the front desk...."