Chapter 4

Tara stopped in front of the door to room 112. Her hands were full so instead of knocking she kicked the door, silently thanking God she had changed her shoes. She stood outside the door shivering waiting for Davey to answer.

Richards was a bit surprised to hear the commotion at his door. He was half tempted to ignore it but he would never forgive himself if one of the girls was out there waiting in the cold. Trudging over to the door he opened it a crack only to have it shoved back on him and a redhead striding through.

“I hope you don't mind some company with dinner, “ Tara said breezing into the room setting the to go cartons on the small table off to one side of the room.

Davey pushed the door shut as she turned to face him "What did you do with the other two?"

"Stabbed them both with pencils." She grinned before taking a seat at the table "Look, I'm really sorry about Sara...and that you're missing the show cause ya came out here to help us...and that we are stuck in the middle of nowhere..." She took a deep breath realizing she was rambling.

Richards was amused by her little spiel and wondered if she had any idea how adorable she was like that. Her concern was touching as it looked like she had gone ahead and ordered something for him. She didn't have to and at a guess he'd say it was more than Sara would have done for him. “Really, it's no big deal,” he told her moving over to the table taking a seat across from her.

She pushed one of the white Styrofoam containers towards him "It is to me. I appreciate it even if Sara is bent on acting like a juvenile bitch. And for the record, I don't mind you looking. I think I'd be insulted, or at least question your sexuality if you didn't."

He laughed at that wondering why he didn't feel the least bit offended. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him. Or maybe it's just because you're horny and she's a looker, the dark corner of his brain chimed in. He shoved that thought aside as he opened the container to see what she'd brought for dinner. “Thanks by the way,” he said belatedly as he picked up the cheeseburger.

"Anytime Davey, anytime." She picked up a fry and bit into it watching him from underneath her lashes. She let her eyes rove over him in silent assessment. The light grey t-shirt was tight and showed off the planes and angles of the muscles in his chest, arms and shoulders as he moved. The color of his shirt matched his eyes perfectly, she couldn't remember ever meeting anyone who had grey eyes before. The smoke colored orbs were framed by the silkiest lashes she'd ever seen. He cocked his head and she realized she'd been staring. "Sorry." She murmured looking down at her food.

Davey couldn't help the swell of masculine pride he felt knowing that she had been checking him out. He was also a bit relieved to know that she found him worth at least a stare and maybe if he was really lucky there would be another one. He closed his eyes groaning silently at how juvenile he was being, even in his thoughts. His only consolation was that neither Ki or Sara were here to ruin this moment.

They both went back to eating and Tara kept stealing glances at him. From the rugged line of his jaw, the powerful forearms and long slender fingers. She'd already checked out his ass when he'd walked out of the diner and was pretty sure the conclusion was that Davey Richards was smoking hot.

There wasn't much conversation between the two people. Yet it wasn't one of those awkward, pregnant pauses, it was a comfortable silence. One that let them enjoy each other's company without worrying about trying to say something to fill the void.

He had learned long ago that one could tell more about a person from silence than the substance of their conversation. It spoke of a confidence that needed no words. It also said that you were comfortable in your own skin. More than that it said that the people were comfortable with each other. And Davey liked that idea...he liked it a lot.

Finally he leaned back in his chair, "So Ki and Sara should be back soon..."

Tara folded her arms under her chest a sour expression on her face. “Unfortunately,” she muttered glaring at the door. She was trying her best to be objective about the evening's events but she just couldn't seem to get past just how badly Sara had behaved.

"You're still pissed huh?"

"Thank you Captain Obvious. I'm liable to stab a bitch with a pencil."

“Whoa,” Davey exclaimed holding his hands up in front of him. “Remember that it's not me you're angry with.”

“I know honey,” she assured him. “But right now I'm not sure I can be in the same room with her and not stab the bitch!”

Davey raised an eyebrow but before he could comment they heard someone pounding on the door. He went to open it but Tara beat him across the room. Holding the door shut with one hand she yelled "What?"

“Oh c'mon Tara just open the fuckin' door it's freezing out here,” Sara yelled her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"No! Go the fuck away!" Tara yelled back.

Sara's lower jaw jutted out her eyes narrowing on the door. “Fine be that way bitch,” the raven haired woman snarled moving to their door. She jammed the key into the lock twisting it viciously she shoved it against the wall. Storming into the room she grabbed the redhead's gear marching back out she yelled, “Come get your shit!”

Ki watched stunned as Sara then slammed and locked the door. A moment later his door opened and Tara came out spotting her gym bag on the ground she went over to hers pounding on the wooden surface. “If you know what's good for you you'll open this fuckin' door right fuckin' now!”

The door didn't open nor was there was a response from inside either. That couldn't be good the young man thought as he watched the redhead dig in her pocket for the other key. The door opened only a sliver before it was once again shut. From the other side everyone could hear, “You wanted me gone...I'm gone. Why don't you see if you can bunk with the guys!”

"Oh hell no. You take this one! I'm just as liable to kill him as I am you at the moment!" Tara snarled before grabbing her bag and slamming the second door in Ki's face.

“Fuck me,” Ki muttered knocking on the door thankful that Davey answered rather than Tara. Without saying a word he walked over to his gear picking the bag up off the floor. At the door he paused looking back at the redhead. “You know that's awfully fucked up. Kicking me out of my own room just because your partner's a psycho bitch.”

Tara let out a frustrated scream reaching for the pencil still in her hair as Ki quickly exited the room. A moment later the pencil was embedded in the door quivering. “Be glad I missed asshole,” she screamed.

When Tara turned Davey was leaning against the dresser, feet crossed at the ankle arms across his well developed chest. "And you..." She took a deep breath as his eyebrow rose questioningly "Are fuckin smokin hot."

A feral grin spread across his face at her words. His arms dropped to his sides as he took a step toward her. His strode across the room like a predator stalking his prey. His gray eyes darkened making them look like menacing storm clouds as he watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. He backed her against the wall one hand coming up to rest above her shoulder while he pinned her with his lower body. “Is that right,” he asked in a deep husky drawl.

Tara's turquoise eyes locked with his and she let her tongue snake across her lips "It is." She had no idea what possessed her. She'd spent the last several years avoiding guys, in the business or not but suddenly all she could think of was a hot, sweaty and very naked Davey Richards.

“Good,” he purred before he dipped his head capturing her lips. He sucked her lower lip between his nipping at it gently then soothing the abused flesh with his tongue. His hands drifted down her sides lingering for a moment at her waist. His fingers teased the exposed skin he found there from where her sweatshirt had ridden up. Grasping her hips he slid her up the wall until he was cradled in the v of her thighs.

Tara let her arms slide up his arms to his shoulders. Burying her face in the curve of his neck she licked a path across the flesh to his ear and was rewarded with a low moan. When he turned his head she didn't give him a chance to say anything simply slid her tongue against his and began the dance. It had been so long since she'd kissed anyone she was amazed she remembered how. Judging from the hardness against her thigh, she hadn't lost her touch.

Davey's fingers dug into Tara's hips as he ground his aching shaft against her center. He tore his lips from hers resting his forehead against hers panting. Using his legs he kept her pinned to the wall while his hands reached for the hem of her hoodie. His fingers scratched lightly at her skin as he caught her shirt as well. He drew them both over her head tossing them over his shoulder carelessly. His storm gray eyes were transfixed by the sight of creamy white mounds filling the satin and lace confection that made up her bra.

Dipping his head he licked a long hot, wet line over first one globe then the over. Teeth nipped playfully at the flesh. His hands once again came down to rest on her hips gripping them tightly. Swinging around, the pair landed on the bed freeing his hands for more enjoyable tasks.

From underneath him Tara wriggled, sliding her hands underneath his t-shirt. When her fingertips met bare flesh she could feel the arc of electricity. From the surprised look in his eyes he had felt it as well. "Fuck," he muttered lips against her bare shoulder. The feel of his hot breath against her cool skin caused goose bumps to raise along her forearm. She felt his hands at the button to her jeans and arched against him.

He let her drag the shirt from his body just as eager as she to feel the glide of skin on skin. His fingers returned to fumble with the button on her jeans before it finally came free he tore the zipper open. He slid to the floor pulling the denim down her slim toned legs before kissing his way back up. From the juncture of her legs he rolled his eyes up to hers his hot breath ghosting over her sensitized flesh like a physical touch.

Tara's eyes slipped shut against the erotic image of him between her splayed thighs. His hands came up fingers grasping the edges of her skimpy thong. The sound of ripping fabric had her eyes snapping open. His heated unapologetic look scorched her clear down to her toes. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his tongue snaked out to taste her.

She knew it wouldn't take long before that almost forgotten wave crashed over her. His hands slid underneath cupping her full bottom. Bringing her flush against him he let his tongue part the sensitive folds. The tiny mewing sounds issuing from her lips made him ache to be inside her. He continued his ministrations, feeling her thighs tremble against him. It wasn't long before her mewing turned to full moans and she was clawing the faded comforter. It seemed only seconds, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered. The thought was gone as soon as he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders. As she reached the peak his name echoed off the walls.

Crawling up on the bed Davey kissed his way up her body stopping at her breasts to pull the cups of her bra down. He captured one turgid peak between his lips dragging his teeth over the sensitive tip before pulling back. Blowing on the stiffened nub he watched transfixed as it tightened even further. He then turned his attention to it's twin lavishing the same affection on it.

The grin he flashed her was nothing short of wicked. Reaching out he ripped the bra from her body jerking her up off the bed. “I liked that set,” Tara informed him in a breathy voice.

“I'll buy you more,” Davey promised as his lips crashed down on hers his tongue plundering the sweet cavern of her mouth.

Tara let her hands move over his back, trailing down to come to rest on his ass. He was still wearing the black denim jeans and Tara dug her fingertips into the muscles as his tongue tasted every inch of her skin. "This is so not fair," she murmured rubbing her naked body against him. He could feel her rock hard nipples against his chest and groaned.

Pushing up, his face even with hers he stared down into the drowning pools of her eyes. He pressed his jean clad erection against her naked slit watching her gaze darken with need. The same need he felt clawing at him to bury himself inside her. Teeth caught his lower lip letting slide back out as he ground his aching shaft against her once more drawing a ragged moan from her throat.

It too much and not enough for Tara. Her fingers tore the button on his jeans open before yanking down the zipper. She paused as she realized that he wasn't wearing anything under the denim. Her hand slipped inside needing him to feel as insane as she did. They both groaned as her small hand covered his hardened flesh.

With one hand on his chest she pushed him onto his back, rolling with him until she was straddling his massive thighs. She could feel the roughness of the worn denim against her own thighs. She looked down at him as the fleeting notion that she truly had lost her mind flashed across her face.

Shaking off the thought she broke eye contact, afraid he would see the hesitation and call the whole thing off. She reached for the waistband and began to pull the material down his hips. She felt the pressure of his fingers on her wrist. "Tara..." the question in his voice was unmistakable.

"What?" her voice was soft and her gaze rested somewhere on his throat.

"Look at me," the command was soft but sure. Her eyes slowly moved to meet his. She could see the burning need in his eyes, but also a fierce determination that echoed in his words. "If you go any further, I won't be able to stop. Are you sure this is what you want?"

She let her hands glide across his abdomen, the trembling of the muscles underneath her fingertips told her that he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. "Davey...I've spent the last several years avoiding this very situation. I didn't come to this decision lightly, quickly yes, but not lightly. I have never wanted anyone more in my life than I want you right now. I won't regret it in the morning, or next week or next year. If this makes me a slut, a rat or whatever you want to call it, so be it. I can live with that."

He let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. Yes he wanted her but not enough to force her into a situation that she could possibly regret later. Releasing his grip on her wrist he let her drag the denim from his body. He heard the heavy material hit the floor then felt her warm hands sliding up his thighs.

Her turquoise eyes were trained on his smoky orbs as her mouth hovered over his throbbing length. All coherent thought left him as her ruby red lips engulfed his aching shaft. Her tongue swirled around his length driving him to distraction even as his hips jerked reflexively. His fingers tangled in her scarlet tresses as she continued her ministrations.

Tara could feel her own juices dripping from her aching center as he throbbed in her mouth. One hand wrapped around the base of his erection she bobbed her head as his fingertips dug into her scalp. She felt him tighten and still "Tara." The warning of his impending release was apparent in his husky voice. "Please." was the only coherent thought he could voice as she increased the pressure.

Using the hand in her hair he pulled her away from him. He could see the hurt flash in her eyes. “That's not how I want this to end,” he hastened to assure her as he dragged her up the length of his body. Her hot wet center was pressed against his hardened flesh making him groan. He loosened his hold on her hair letting his hand travel down between their bodies.

Positioning his throbbing member at her slick opening his eyes bored into hers. Grasping her hips he brought her down as he arched up into her body. Her lips parted in a wordless cry as he filled her. The sensation of being wrapped in her velvety sheath was indescribable. He took a moment to just savor the feel of being buried in her welcoming body.

Tara whimpered as the sensation of being filled crashed over her body making her weak and dizzy. When he began to move inside her the whimpers turned to cries of pleasure and Davey couldn't suppress the self satisfied smile that crept across his lips. Expertly he flipped her onto her back, never breaking the connection of their bodies. Increasing the pace he slammed into her again and again as her nails scraped down his back. He didn't feel the blood begin to trickle as his very soul was consumed by sheer bliss.

The redhead squeezed her eyes shut her legs locked around Davey's waist. Every nerve in her body was alive with the sensation exploding inside of her. Pinpoints of colored light danced behind her closed lids as her climax washed over her. She could feel her walls clenching spasmodically around his driving length.

The feel of her tightening around him was too much. Her name was torn from his lips as he poured into her.

Several minutes later he was braced over her, sweat dripping from his brow and stinging the fresh scratches down his back.

Tara reached up and brushed her fingers across his jaw. "Thank you."

He pressed a sweet gentle kiss to her lips. One large calloused hand coming up to cup her cheek his thumb brushing over the prominent bone. “No, thank you,” he murmured his grey eyes shining with sincerity.

Moving to lay next to her they both stared up at the dingy ceiling. Tara knew she was gonna catch hell from Sara about this but she didn't care and if he was interested she had every intention of doing it again.