Ask No Questions (10 page)

Rhys marched Kim up to the motel and through its doors. He checked them in in his name, though the woman behind the counter clearly recognised Kim but was too polite to say anything. As soon as they were through the double door to the rooms, he looked back through the glass to see her picking up the phone and dialling.

The police were going to get an awful lot of sighting reports tonight, he thought ruefully.

"Not exactly the Ritz," said Kim, throwing herself down on the threadbare duvet. "But who cares? As long as we're away from prying eyes. Jeez, I'd forgotten how annoying it is to have people constantly crowding around." She took a sniff. "Smells a bit funny though."

Rhys sat down beside her, his mind racing.

"How long have we got? Before Webb or one of his minions turns up?"

"Do you think he will?"

"I bet he knows you're here already."

"Fuck. I don't want to see him. I never want to see him again."

"We'll just have to tell him that."

"But what about his
dodgy friends? How will we ever be able to sleep easily in our beds again?"

"He doesn't scare me, love. If you let him put the frighteners on you, he's won. My guess is, he's all talk."

"Convincing talk. Very convincing."

"Kim, if anything bad happens to us, his name'll come up straight away. He won't risk it. He'll count his millions, find another next big thing to latch on to and move on. I hate to think of him treating another girl the way he treated you, but…" Rhys shrugged. "You're the one I care about."

Kim snuggled close to him. "I thought I was so lucky, winning
Voice of Britain
, but that wasn't real good luck. Real good luck was running into you."

"I feel the same, love."
He put his arm around her and held her close, kissing her hair.

"God, it's noisy out there," said Kim after a while, heading over to the window and leaning over the sill.
"Shit! The car park's full of people."

Rhys thought abou
t telling her to come away, but he was distracted by the sight of her pert little arse in those short shorts he'd bought for her. Crisp and white, they outlined her curves to perfection. Perhaps she could bend over just a little bit further…

"They'll see you," he warned, shifting a little on the bed as his cock twitched.

She looked over her shoulder at him.

"So what?" she said impishly, wiggling her bottom.

Oh, that did it. He rose off the bed and came to stand behind her, holding her by her hips and pressing his pelvis into those rounded cheeks.

"So," he said, slowly and deliberately, "
they'll all see me get my hands on you."

"Ooh, exhibitionism, you kinky bastard," she said, but she made no attempt to elude him or move away from the window.

Nobody had seen her yet, Rhys judged, looking down. They were all focused on the entrance of the building, clamouring at the doors. A few near the back looked as if they were about to break away and peer through some windows.

"You don't sound too shocked," he said, moving one hand up to cup a breast. Anybody looking up at that moment would have seen it.

"Rhys!"

"Oh, you do now."

"They'll see."

He withdrew his hand, but noticed before doing so that her nippl
e had hardened against his palm and was clearly visible through the thin cotton vest top. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra.

"They'll see your nipples anyway," he teased. "Look at them. You can't miss them."

"Shut up, you pervert."

"Calling me names? Are you sure that's wise, young lady? When my hand's so very close to your bottom?"

He smoothed his palm over the tight-stretched material of her shorts, feeling her quiver.

"You wouldn't," she breathed, but excited anticipation was clearly identifiable in her tone.

"Wouldn't I?" He tapped his hand on the curve of her bum. "Are you sure about that?"

"No," she admitted with a giggle.

"I'd say wearing these is pretty much asking for it, wouldn't you?" He spanked her bottom half a dozen times in quick succession. The strokes were light, but she squealed and yelped all the same.

"Somebody might have seen that," he teased. "Somebody might have seen your face and the way I moved and worked out that you were getting your arse spanked like the bad girl that you are."

"I'm not bad," she protested, and he smacked her again, harder this time.

"No? Running away from me? Taking my car? Speeding in it?"

"I'm sorry," she said, but she was laughing, twisting away from his merciless palm. "Ouch! Stop it!"

He held his fire after that, but kept a firm grip on her waist.

"OK," he said. "You've learned your lesson, have you?"

"Yes, I promise," she said. "I won't run away from you again."

"Good." He bent and kissed her neck. The skin was so soft, just where it curved into her shoulder, that he wanted to suck at it. He wanted to be seen doing it, so that everyone would know that this gorgeous woman was his. But nobody looked his way and he had to imagine it instead.

"Rhys," she said, but it was a whisper, devoid of will, almost inviting him to carry on.

He moved his mouth to her ear and kissed every little whorl of it.

"I'm going to take your shorts down," he said.

"You can't do that."

"Want to bet?"

"You can't…oh, you can!"

He had unbuttoned them and pulled them quickly over her bare bum, until they fell to her ankles. Now he could feel the warmth of her recently-spanked cheeks and he made the most of it, stroking and squeezing them while his kisses moved towards her lips.

"Come on, showgirl," he murmured, "let's give them a show."

She turned her face willingly towards his and let him latch on to her mouth, snogging ravenously in the window in full view of whomever cared to see them.

Rhys let one hand creep around her hip and down over her mons. When he parted her lower lips with determined fingers she whimpered into his mouth, but he didn't release her. He explored her pussy by touch, recognising each delicate fold, alighting easily on her clit, which was swollen enough to make it perfectly clear that Kim was as turned on by all this as he was.

And he really was. His cock had risen to its fullest extent and now
chafed against the tight-fitting leather trousers, pleading to be set free. The thought of having her here, in the window, while the crowd looked on, made his pulse race fit to burst. His blood surged through his body, rushing to his cock. Was it impossible? Could he?

Kim was moaning into his mouth now, swivelling her hips to press her clit against his fingertips. Saucy little minx, she wanted
it every bit as much as he did and, by God, she could get it.

His other hand delved between her bum cheeks, forcing them apart.
When he rested his forefinger against the shallow ring low down in the furrow, she kicked his shin, making him gasp and break the kiss.

"Not here," she muttered. "On the bed."

Just as she spoke, there was a ripple in the crowd and several faces turned up towards their window. Fingers pointed, voices shouted and there was a general movement in their direction. A couple of flashbulbs popped.

Rhys pulled the curtains sharply and yanked Kim away from the window. She stumbled, tripping on the shorts that hobbled her ankles, and fell on top of him, full-length on the bed.

"Think they got a good picture of you?" he said, grabbing hold of her bottom and squeezing. "Think you'll be on the front page of all the papers tomorrow, getting fingered by me?"

"They won't see that bit," she said, but her face was scarlet.

"Yeah, but we'll know. And perhaps they'll guess."

He rolled her over on to her back and swooped in for a long and ravishing kiss, his hand returning to its position between her thighs.

"I wish I'd got a little bit further down the road," he whispered, breaking off, pushing two fingers up inside her. "Wish they'd got a picture of you bent over the sill while I fucked you from behind. That would have made the worldwide press, I bet."

"You're a dirty, dirty boy."

"You love it."

"I can't lie." And even if she did, Rhys thought, her pussy couldn't. It was flooded with her juices, pouring over his fingers like bad girl honey.

She wrapped a leg around his waist and rubbed herself against him, opening herself wider for his roving hands.

"Do what you were doing before," she whispered into his ear.

He propped himself on an elbow, looking down at her face. He wanted to see her face when she asked for this. Christ, he was going to have to undo his leathers or his cock was going to wear a hole in them.

"What was that then?" he asked
, perfectly polite.

"You know what."

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, you sod.
" She reached up and pretended to slap his face. "You do. With your finger. Behind."

"With my finger?"

"Or…you know." She looked away, blushing fit to glow.

"Have you done it before?"

"No," she admitted. "But with you…I kind of like the idea. I want to do something
he
never did. I suppose it's like my gift to you. And to myself."

She looked so serious and so vulnerable, as if he could destroy her by saying the wrong thing, that he didn't know how to respond at first.

He kissed her deeply and held her face in the palm of his hand while he looked down at her.

"You're amazing," he said. "Really and truly bloody amazing. And I wish I'd met you before…" He broke off, strangely close to tears.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed his fingers.

"I know, babe," she said. "So do I."

They held each other for a while, desperate shipwreck survivors washed up on a desert island together while the sea raged all around them. Here, in each other's arms, they were sheltered.

Eventually, Rhys broke apart, kissed her again and sat up on the bed.

"Right then," he said. "You'd better turn over on to your front. And I've got to get these bloody leathers off."

It wasn't until the leathers
were in a heap on the floor, the condoms retrieved from the pocket, that Rhys realised he was missing a rather vital ingredient. He didn't have any lubricant. On the other hand, Kim seemed to be providing quite a lot of the natural variety. Perhaps it was still worth a try…if not, he could always stop and save it for another day. Another rainy day. He thought back to the day he found her, asleep in the hay, and was almost knocked over by a wave of tenderness.

"OK," he said, letting his fingertips walk down her spine, kissing each knob in their wake.
"This might not be for you. But we can try."

"I want it," she insisted, angling her hips so that her bottom was pushed upwards. His throat went dry and he looked down at his cock, which stared back up at him as if daring him to change his mind.

He slid his fingers back into her pussy, gathering as much of her plentiful juices as possible while she rotated her hips in the most suggestive way imaginable.

Control yourself
, he said sternly to himself, almost unbearably tempted to just jump on and start fucking whichever opening was closest.

He transferred his fingers into the dark crease of her bottom and started putting pressure on that tight little pucker. He massaged it gently at first while she shivered and made little mewling noises, spurring him on.

"How's that, love?" he asked softly.

"Weird," she said. "Weird but kind of nice. Weird nice. Oh, keep going."

He used his other hand to gather some more of her juices, adding them to the total. It felt like enough, but was it?

He straddled her thighs, pulled her arse cheeks apart and bent down low. When she felt his breath on that part of her, she jiggled her hips violently and yelped.

"What are you doing?"

Soon enough, from the way his tongue lapped firmly around the tender flesh, she worked out the answer.

"Ohhhhh God," she moaned, barely coherent. "That's
it
. Fuck."

She was wet and slippery enough now, he decided. If this was no good, he'd just have to postpone the pleasure for another day. But it was coming to her, whether now or later. Before too much time passed, her arse was going to be his.

"Right, try and keep relaxed," he muttered, pulling her up on to all fours with his forearm against her stomach. "Just let it happen. I'll put my finger in first."

She was breathing rapidly, but she didn't try to resist when he eased one finger through the tight little barrier.
It popped in rather more easily than he had expected. Clearly her natural lubricant and his tongue made a great combination. He pushed it further, to the knuckle, and wiggled it around inside her. She squirmed and made sweet little noises, but nothing indicating pain. More like exquisite shame. Perhaps he should make her look at him.