But not as sexy as her pussy, which is waxed completely bare. Her skin is the softest I’ve ever had my mouth on and I had my mouth there for quite a while.
My balls start to tighten and I know I’m going to blow soon. I lift my eyes back to Blue’s face. Her forehead is furrowed as if she’s trying to focus on nothing but the pleasure. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she gives me a smile before biting down on her lower lip.
Her teeth are even and shine bright white against the natural cherry tint of her mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp as I come out of a deep sleep, sitting straight up in my bed as I realize I’ve had my mouth on those sweet, red lips before.
There’s an ache in my groin and I realize I’ve got a hard-on. I slip my hand down the front of my briefs, wrap it around my cock and squeeze it hard, trying to get it to go away. Luckily, Legend is snoring in the other bed and oblivious to my predicament.
That being I just had a very vivid dream about Blue, except it wasn’t a dream at all.
It was a fucking memory.
I’m sure of it.
I release the stranglehold I have on my dick and ease back down onto my pillow. I close my eyes and try to force more of the memory to reveal itself.
What fucking happened next? Did I explode while she rode me or did I pull a cavemanlike move and finish her off from behind?
I get nothing but a black void and a dissatisfied emptiness in the pit of my stomach because I just cock-blocked myself by waking up.
There’s no doubt in my mind now that Blue was telling me the truth by the swimming pool last night. We’d fucked, and while I can’t quite finish up the memory, what I can’t understand is how in the fuck I could forget a woman like her, no matter if she was a brunette then and a blonde now.
More important, I’m not quite sure what I could have done to piss her off so badly that she’s still holding it against me five years later. With a growl of frustration, I nab my phone off the bedside table and turn it on, angling the back of it toward Legend’s bed so the glare doesn’t wake him up. It’s going on 4:00 A.M. and it’s still pitch-dark outside.
I shoot a text off to Bishop, not really caring if the ding of an incoming message wakes him up. In fact, I sort of hope it does because I’m an impatient man. As soon as you get this message, call Brooke and find out what Blue’s hotel room number is.
Brooke doesn’t work in team services anymore but I know she can easily get access to the information I want, and won’t question me about it. She also won’t have any reservation in handing over Blue’s room number because she knows me well enough to know I wouldn’t do anything nefarious.
I don’t get a response from Bishop until almost 7:00 A.M. with the information I’d requested.* * *—
There’s no hesitation. I simply rap my knuckles sharply against the door of room number 3048. It’s only 7:15 A.M. and I know Blue may still be asleep, but damn if this can wait.
Sadie opens the door wearing one of the hotel bathrobes with a towel wrapped around her head. She doesn’t seem surprised to see me there, but then again, I’m sure she spied me through the peephole before she unlocked the door.
“Erik,” she says brightly. “This is a surprise.”
“Is Blue awake?” I ask her, not in the mood for return pleasantries.
“Yeah,” she says as she steps back from the door to let me in. “Come on in.”
She must have heard our conversation at the door, because Blue appears behind Sadie. She’s clearly an early-morning person as she’s already dressed. Her golden blonde hair is falling in waves around her shoulders, which are bare because she’s wearing a white sundress with lemons printed all over it. White, flat sandals complete the outfit and she looks young, fresh, and innocent.
Except I know she’s not.
I remember just enough to know she’s got a sexy, dirty side to her. I remember the look of confidence on her face when she looked at me…while riding me…
Got to stop thinking about that or I’m going to embarrass myself with an unwanted erection.
“What do you want?” Blue asks curiously but with a whole lot of wariness in her voice. She steps up to the door and Sadie seems to melt back into the room somewhere.
Raising a hand, I grab onto the doorjamb, leaning into her just a bit so as not to step inside the actual room. My voice is low to give us absolute privacy in case Sadie is listening. “I remember you.”