Cheyenne didn’t argue, her mind still reeling from how wonderful the afternoon had been.
After spending an hour talking in her grandmother’s room, Grams had requested they join her for dinner. Brendon had been the one to agree instantly and then he’d assisted Grams into the wheelchair and pushed her down to the cafeteria. Grams had been putty in his gentlemanly hands.
While they ate, Grams briefly told them about the other residents. Although it was clear she knew who they were, Cheyenne got the impression her grandmother hadn’t made many friends during her time there. That in itself made Cheyenne long to get her home, and it also made her think about ways to keep her grandmother social during that time. She made a mental note to talk to Lorrie, since she knew everyone in town and would likely have some suggestions.
After dinner, they’d taken a walk through the courtyard before escorting Grams back to her room. It wasn’t that they were ready to leave, but Cheyenne sensed her grandmother was tired. Not long after that, Brendon had held her hand as he led her out of the building, asking her when she thought she’d be moving her grandmother home. Cheyenne was grateful for his support. Leaving her grandmother there was so hard, even if she knew it was the best thing for now. Only a few more weeks and then she’d be able to bring her home, where she belonged.
The door to the truck opened and Brendon hopped in before turning the engine over and pulling forward. He drove around to the back of the building and parked. Once they were out and Brendon had their bags over his shoulders, he pulled off his cap and put it on her head before handing her his aviator sunglasses.
“What’s this for?”
“There are quite a few people inside. It’s the best we’ve got for the moment.”
Cheyenne smiled and put his sunglasses on her face, then linked her arm with his and allowed him to lead her inside. The glasses made it nearly impossible to see where she was going until they stepped inside the well-lit hotel lobby. They managed to avoid sideways looks by taking the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator. Luckily their room was on the second floor and not the seventh.
Once inside, Brendon shut and locked the door, deposited their bags on the floor and grabbed Cheyenne, lifting her off her feet and crushing his mouth to hers.
“You look pretty damn sexy in those glasses,” he told her when he put her back on her feet and backed her up until her legs hit the bed.
“You think?”
“Oh, yeah,” he growled, pressing his mouth to hers and then leaning over her until she was on her back on the bed, his big body looming above her. “And I want to see what you look like in only that.”
Cheyenne didn’t argue when he began stripping her out of her clothes. Her disappointment came when she realized he wasn’t getting undressed. When she questioned him as to why, he told her he wanted to feast on her for a little while.
Who was she to argue with a man who knew what he wanted?
“Oh, God!” Cheyenne cried out when Brendon’s tongue found her clit, circling furiously while he held her thighs open.
Fisting her hand in his hair, Cheyenne held him to her, thrusting her hips upward, grinding against his wicked mouth. She was hovering on the brink almost instantly, but then again, she’d been cooped up with him for hours in the truck and she’d had plenty of time to think about what they’d be doing when they were finally alone in the hotel room.
Not that she’d thought they’d get right to it quite this quickly, but she certainly didn’t have a problem with that.
“Play with your tits,” he instructed.
Cheyenne cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them while he resumed his position over her pussy, licking her, fucking her with his tongue.
It was incredible.
Her back bowed, her body straining to make sense of the overwhelming sensation.
“So fucking pretty,” he growled, lifting his head.
Releasing one of her breasts, she forced his head back down between her legs. “Don’t stop,” she ordered.
His chuckle vibrated against her clit, sending shards of pleasure splintering through her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her orgasm took her by surprise, causing her to squeeze Brendon’s head between her thighs as she cried out. He slowed his ministrations, allowing her to come down from the sensual high before he thrust one finger inside her, fucking her slowly as he joined her on the bed.
Pulling his head down, Cheyenne crushed her mouth to his, tasting herself on his lips. His moan made her body tingle, the way he penetrated her had her climbing higher once again. She wanted to feel his naked body against hers, but he still had all of his clothes on.