Homeward Bound (Journeyman Book 1) (13 page)

ADRIENNE OPENED AN EYE
as she lazily came to. She seemed to be developing a bit of a habit of waking up at odd times in different rooms with Gage. Of course, he was up and about somewhere, nowhere to be seen.

She sat up to take in the room, which by all appearances was sorely outdated. Its walls were solid wood paneling and the bright furniture sat on a heavily patterned carpet that had to be straight out of the 1970s. The covers that she rested underneath were no exception, the arresting floral pattern powerful enough to send the sanest mind straight to the asylum.

A musty odor clung to the air and the lingering smell of stale cigarettes ingrained in just damn near everything.

Gage emerged naked from the bathroom, washed his hands and set to vigorously brushing his teeth, the striations in his arms and shoulders flexing nonchalantly with each stroke. How could a man make the most mundane things in life so astonishingly sexy?

As he swaggered back and forth, he waved from below and his masculine scent pushed aside the staleness of the room. He must have showered too. Precious gems of moisture clung tightly to him as he leaned over the sink to rinse his mouth, those massive lats catching the overhead light.

“Stay right there,” she said.

He didn’t move.

“God damn, that back of yours. One day I’ll get used to it, but today definitely is not that day.”

He paused, hands on the countertop to let her take in the sights before adding a slow rolling hip pop. From there he raised his arms into a double bicep flex, every muscle embossed in that insanely thick back. Bringing his elbows closer together, she saw muscles she had never noticed before and time just went ahead and stopped. An eternity with that view would not be a bad thing at all.

Gage glanced down, already growing and leaking, desperately wanting to turn around but she was still solidly transfixed on her view. He waited a few more seconds, continuing to rise and then just made his move.

Concentrating as he turned, her eyes dropped as he came into view.

There he stood, reaching full attention and looking surreal as ever. He had never before been this generous and solid. Unquestionably the sight turned him on and a stream of expectation escaped the tip of his head, flowing down along his shaft until a dozen gratifying inches later it dripped onto the floor.

She walked up to him, playfully pulling off her shirt and panties before tossing them aside, coming to rest on her knees. Looking up from below, he towered over her, the monster cutting through the middle of those eight remarkable ridges and crowned by his expansive chest.

“You know what you're doing, darlin’?” he growled with that distinct drawl.

She answers by grasping it with both hands, each unable to close fully around him. With a few long strokes she teased out a few more streams before bringing him to her, his advancing sweetness dancing on her tongue. Her lips went on to caress his head, taking in a few inches with each loving suck. Her tongue flicked underneath each time, sending waves surging up his spine. Those massive arms reached up to grab hold of his hair and before long the mop became a tormented, seductive mess.

Arms falling to the back of her head, he guided her all around his sizeable balls. The sight of that coupled with himself being so full instantly drove him wild and a lush idea leaped into his head; something he hadn’t been able to do before with anyone.

Taking one of his hands, he escorted her head up the shaft towards his throbbing head, bracing himself with the other one before bending over to meet her. With shocking ease he was able to and when there, took himself into his own mouth. There they kissed with himself raging in between, sharing in the now ceaseless flow.

Adrienne started to show her excitement on the carpet, the sheer elation of what was happening becoming too much. She pulled away and looked in his eyes. “Flip me,” she said before clutching at his beard.

Gage didn’t wait, the look in her eyes said that she wanted the B and nothing short of that was going to satisfy her. In an instant she was upside down, cradled in his arms, making quick work of him while he had access to all her goodness.

Her eyes had zero choice but to roll back as his beard met her skin. Though his soft hair exhilarated her hundreds of times with each touch, this was no timid beard ride; this was a rodeo. He dug in with such intensity that she nearly came. She looked down and he filled her view, the carpet passing by underneath until she felt her back against the wall. Once settled, she tried to service him a little more but only managed a single lick before he tore into her again. Each thrust of his tongue sent her closer to heaven.

She shifted herself and at last managed to grip him and went to work, countering each move he made with one of her own.

There against the wall they both battled it out, sliding across and knocking over the lamp on the nightstand, then the nightstand itself. He was pressing her so hard it was a miracle the wall hadn’t dented. She gained the upper hand, his balls beginning to contract in ecstasy.

Snatching her from the jaws of victory, he threw her onto the bed and got on top before she had a chance to recover. His dick filled her mouth and his tongue worked her door. Thrust after thrust from both ends showed her who was boss and soon she found herself vanquished. Pleasure gushed into his waiting mouth while he continued to pump away, before long flipping around to splash himself across her breasts.

He collapsed beside her, himself a wrecked heap. He peered over her way and was amazed by the volume.

“Good thing I pulled it out, eh? You might have drowned.”

She didn’t answer nor did he push her for one; the sounds of heavy panting all they could muster.

They could clean up later.

LIGHT FROM THE NEON
wonderland just outside the window filtered in through the cheesy curtains, pouring a pallid mix of colors across the crumpled sheets and towels.

As Adrienne stretched beneath them, she tried to yawn but her jaw twinged. It was sore, but not in an insufferable way; in fact it felt sort of euphoric. After giving it a quick rub, she settled in to try and sleep for a few more precious minutes.

However like clockwork, the bathroom door opened and heavy footsteps approached. She propped herself up and saw his hulking frame come into view, complete with an enticing smirk.

“When nature calls, you listen,” Gage said, leaping into the bed and sending her flying.

Laughing, he quickly caught her and drew her in close. For a moment his smile faded away, replaced with a look of concern. Keeping one hand around her he used the other to prop up his head, staring deep into her eyes.

“You need warning labels,” she said. “Big, bright ones.”

“Oh? You know I can do big. Bright’s not so much my thing,” he said, letting go of her. He snatched one of the pillows, tucking it under his arms. “But I think this should provide enough cushion for the pushin’.”

She didn’t know whether or not to roll her eyes. “You sure about that?”

“Well,” he replied, tossing her a condom. “There’s really only one way to find out, gorgeous.”

THE REAR DOOR SLAMMED
after Gage threw their duffle bags in the back of the cab. His stomach grumbled while he watched Adrienne walk with bowed legs into the diner across the street. As she waddled in her black jean shorts and red halter top, he couldn’t help but beam from his own handiwork.

Locking the door and setting the defenses, he made his way over to The Crispy Biscuit himself
,
noting the bombastic ‘All You Can Keep Down’ sign that clung to the front door as he entered.

Pancake special today? Jackpot!

As he walked in, it was like he stepped through a time portal and transported back in time. The place had a genuine 50s diner vibe, complete with checkered floor, ultra shiny chrome trim, and a colorful jukebox in the corner that rolled out the oldies.

Adrienne was seated at a booth by the windows facing the other services. She had already ordered their drinks by the time he strolled over, collapsing into the bench seat across from her.

“Whatcha going to get?” he asked her without touching the menu cradled between the condiments.

“I’m not too hungry actually. I just need some coffee to fully charge my ass. Maybe some snack things from the gas station over there before we leave.” She pointed out the window to the service station, now bustling with activity.

Gage perked up in his seat, eyebrow rising. “Something up?” he asked.

“No, not really,” she replied. “I’m just a bit… sore. Everywhere. I wonder who made that happen?”

He raised a hand meekly just as the waitress dropped off their drinks; a pot of coffee for Ady and a large glass of ice water for Gage. She was a pretty little thing, young and blonde. Her glossy white name tag read “Audrey”.

“Have you decided on any food this morning?” she asked in an excessively effervescent voice.

Gage widened his eyes so much they nearly fell out. “Well first off Miss Audrey, I will take a mug for some coffee as well. Ya seem to have been drinking a lot of it this morning, am I right? It must be a-freaking-mazing.”

Adrienne sank her face deep into her palms, wishing she could push herself into another dimension.

“No sir!” Audrey pressed on. “Just super duper happy to be here!”

“Well alrighty then!” he said with a large shit eating grin. “Super duper! I will take one of your pancake specials too; the one advertised on the ginormous poster in the door over there.”

“Okie dokie!” She turned to Adrienne. “And for you, ma’am?”

She spread her fingers and looked through them guardedly. “Oh nothing, thanks. I’m fine with just the coffee.”

Audrey cocked her head the side as if that was an unacceptable answer. “Little bit of a headache there?” she whispered.

“What? No…” Adrienne said, dropping her hands to the lacquered tabletop. The silverware bounced with an awkward jangle.

Audrey nodded profusely, scrunching up her face. “It's okay if last night’s libations don’t wanna get to going. I’ll bring you a couple headache powders,” she said, raising her hand up to cover her lips. Her voice dropped to a whisper.  “I keep extras in my purse for just such occasions.” After a friendly wink, her attention fluttered back to Gage. “And those pancakes will be right out!”

“Oh darlin’,” he said as she took off. “Can I also get some bacon, lots of it? Big boy here.”

Audrey nodded and all but skipped her way into the kitchen.

Adrienne shook her head as she disappeared behind the doors, only to look back at Gage with a start. He was staring back at her through the dark lenses of his runed sunglasses. They appeared designer, but faint sigils of sight were etched into the lenses, allowing him to see things the naked eye could not.

She felt like burying her face again but at this point it would only draw more attention their way.

“I saw nothing,” he said disappointed, taking the glasses off and hanging them from his v-neck.

She busted out laughing. “Wait, you expected to see something with those… on her?”

“I swore she could be a kobold since there ain’t no human that chipper. But nope. I guess she shall live another day; lucky for her.”

It was still too early for this stuff. Adrienne snatched her mug off the table and filled it from the pot while shaking her head.
She took a large gulp; it was a bit bland but she didn't care at this point since it still managed to awaken that dormant piece of her soul.

Audrey popped back a few minutes later with a cup for Gage and dropped off the largest stack of golden pancakes they had ever seen, along with a mess of greasy bacon spitting happily from the plate.

Gage promptly tore the buttery discs apart with his fingers, pulling them into bite size nuggets.

Nothing surprised Adrienne anymore. Topped up mug in hand, she continued to watch him be an outright heathen, shredding his way through the entire plate of pancakes. Finally, he grabbed up a fork, shoving bacon between those fluffy chunks before slathering it all with syrup.