Page 104 of Up In Smoke
“Bye, max,” I say as Rico and I wave back.
“Sleep tight, little man,” my husband adds.
“Alrighty,” Trixie says, herding us next. “You fellas are all good to go in room number four. I set it up after you called, Jesse. But if you need anything, just holler.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine until the morning,” I tell her sincerely. “You’ve already done so much for us. Seriously, thank you.”
As we approach the door with a large sparkly silver 4 on it, she produces an old-fashioned key from the pocket of hersweatpants. “Nonsense. It was the least I could do. Now you boys get a good night’s sleep. You deserve it. Message me when you want feedin’.” She winks and wiggles her fingers at us as she heads back down the corridor. “Night!”
“Night,” we call back together.
For a second, Rico and I share a tired look, but it’s also filled with such love. Then Klaus nudges the back of my knee, clearly telling me to get the hell on with opening the door, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, bossy pants,” I mutter with a grin.
I saw a couple of the rooms when Trixie gave me the tour on my interview day. But this one was occupied and seeing as they’re all different, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I should have known.
“Oh, wow,” Rico says with a laugh, eyes wide.
“Wow is right,” I agree, shaking my head as I close the door behind us. Klaus immediately starts running around, sniffing everything he can.
In keeping with the saloon feel of the rest of the place, there are cowboy hats and horseshoes hanging from the walls and a large wagon wheel propped up beside the window. These sort of things I would have expected.
But given that I also know Trixie, I should have also expected the color scheme to be hot pink with black and white cowhide. A diamanté chandelier sparkles overhead and a pink neon sign on the wall reads ‘Howdy!’ There’s an acoustic guitar standing in the corner next to a pair of pink cowboy boots filled with three-foot-high white feathers. The mural behind the bed depicts some black and white cacti in front of a pink, blue and purple sunset.
And on the white bedspread is a scattering of pink rose petals along with a basket filled with lube, condoms, chocolate body paint and pink fluffy handcuffs.
“Oh my god, Trixie,” I groan, grabbing the hamper with a blush, intending to hide it in the bathroom or under the bed until a more suitable time.
But Rico snags the bottle of lube from it, wiggling it in front of my face. “Now, hold up a second there, partner. Don’t you think we could find use for this?”
I blink at him, my brain only working at half speed. “You want to…?”
Rico carefully takes the basket out of my hands and places it on the dresser before tossing the lube bottle onto the bed. Then he wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles our noses together. “Baby, I thought I lost you tonight. My whole world, gone in an instant. So we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want. Hell, if you need space, I’ll go see if Trixie has another room I can move to.”
“No!” I say quickly. My heart rate is picking up and suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore. “I definitely don’t want that. I want you. I’m just not feeling very capable of making decisions right now. What did you have in mind?”
“Okay, phew,” Rico says. “I’m glad you don’t want to kick me out. I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep until I kiss every inch of you and prove to myself that you’re all right.”
My toes curl in my sneakers.“Everyinch?”
He hums and ghosts his lips over mine. “Some more than others,” he says in a low rumble.
Holy shit. My heart swoops in my chest and my cock aches as I close the last few millimeters between us to kiss his mouth. “Can we shower first?”
A laugh rumbles up from his chest as he continues to press lingering kisses over my cheeks, my eyelids, and my nose. “You liked doing that, huh?”
I blush and nod. “Really nowhere to hide there.”
It’s crazy to think that the thing I was most afraid of during sex has now become my biggest turn on. I want Rico to see all of me as clearly as possible without any filter because I know I’ll be accepted regardless. I didn’t even believe that kind of love really existed, let alone that I would ever find it for myself.
Rico cups his hands gently on either side of my face and kisses me slowly. I melt against him, clinging to his standard issue One-Thirteen T-shirt. Gradually, he starts peeling me out of my clothes, the scent of smoke wafting from them as he drops them to the floor, reminding us both of how close it came tonight. He makes a much quicker job of his own clothes and boots, then he’s coaxing me into the obviously sparkly, monochrome bathroom. A pink duckie greets us from the side of the washbasin, but we head straight for the shower.
Rico gets the water going and ensures it a good temperature before pulling me under the blissfully hot stream. Of course the products are all pink as well and smell deliciously of candy floss as Rico massages them through my hair and over my body. I’m not sure what to do with my hands while he works, so I rest them on his hips, my eyes closed as we sway slightly on the spot.
Then he takes my right hand and guides it over his half hard cock. “Is this okay?”