“Shit better be important,” He says looking in the peephole of the door. I hear Rex on the other side.

“Fucker, you’re late. I’ve been calling, shit-head. Put your clothes on and let’s ride.”

“Ten minutes.” Tripp answers never opening the door.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he turns back to face me. “Come on, Doll, we gotta get dressed and go.” The frustration is evident in his voice as his muscles tense with his body’s need for release.

“We have ten minutes.” I say with a wink.

“Darlin’ I’m no ten-minute man with you. If we continue, I’m not stopping until you can’t walk right.”

He walks over to me. I get up on my knees on the bed as he reaches me. Kissing me wildly, I moan into him, as I rub my hand over his cock. Pulling away, he smiles down at me, while he moves my hand off of him.

“I’m going to take a very cold shower. You get dressed so we can leave when I get out.”

Before I can entice him to stay, he kisses my forehead, and heads to the bathroom. When I hear the lock of the bathroom door, I get dressed knowing that I need not be a further distraction.

The cold water runs over me as I try to calm my raging hard on. Damn it! I’ve never shared so much of myself with anyone. She stirs so much inside of me. Rex came to the door at the right time. Otherwise, I’d be balls deep in her right now. If I’m honest with myself, I’d be a happy man to wake up talking with her every morning.

Fuck! I’m no good for her. No more sleeping with her. We need space between us. She wants things I can’t give her. Even if she can accept my lifestyle, I can’t tie her down to waiting for me to come home from a run or a transport. Thinking of how much I’m away, easily reminds me why she’s better off without me.

When I can’t take the cold water anymore, I get out of the shower. Still semi hard, but manageable, I get dressed. Today, we will head through Utah. The time on the road will be good for me to gather my thoughts. Self-control is something I’ve always had until Delilah ‘Doll’ Reklinger walked into my life. With her, I can’t stop myself even when I need to.

Walking out of the bathroom, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure Doll would listen and actually get ready. Part of me wanted to walk out to her naked and waiting. The responsible, serious side of me is thankful she’s dressed and packed.

We walk out of the cabin and secure our stuff on the bikes.

“I knew you were a five-minute fucker.” Rex yells over to me laughing. Doll’s face blushes before she responds.

“Five minutes promises me two orgasms and that’s just with his fingers. You gave us ten minutes, Rex. I’m still working through the aftershocks. Now, I’m gonna ride this bike to wherever we’re headed with my panties soaked waiting to give Talon the ride tonight. By tomorrow I won’t be able to walk straight. Question is…what can you do for your woman in ten minutes, Rex? Can you make her crave you all fuckin’ day? Can you make her soak through her panties in want for you in a mere five minutes? No, babe, you can’t. So put your helmet on, climb on your bike, and next time you come knocking, bring coffee.”