“Floor forty-eight.”
The deep grumbling voice has Kylie attempting to unwrap her legs from my hips. I hold on tight, denying her soundless request to be set down. After securing her in place—as close to my crotch as possible—I walk out of the elevator with one eye open to ensure we don’t crash into anything. My cock rubs the seam of her panties with every step I take. If we weren’t being eyeballed by two old biddies monitoring the corridor like we don’t have a hall pass, I’d slip her panties to the side and drive home. Alas, lewd acts in public are more Jacob’s specialty. Unless a pool is involved, Kylie and I keep our rendezvous behind closed doors.
When I make it to the alcove of our rooms, I brace Kylie’s back on her bedroom door before digging my wallet out of my jeans, silently fucking praying my room key is readily available. The alcove amplifies Kylie’s moans, making me even stiffer. If I don’t get her inside soon, I might have to take a page out of Jacob’s book. The entrance of our room is close enough, isn’t it?
Just as I pull the keycard out of my wallet, Kylie’s hotel room door swings open and we tumble inside, all legs and arms. When I land on top of Kylie, she releases a deepoomph.It’s barely audible over Melanie’s hysterical giggles.
Although I’m most likely crushing her to death, Kylie stares up at me with a huge smile plastered on her beautiful face. It’s so captivating, if we weren’t being bombarded by several questions at once, I’d return to making out with her on the hard hotel room floor.
“Where have you been?”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“You scared us half to death.”
“You shouldn’t be going anywhere without a bodyguard.”
When my eyes lift from Kylie’s blooming face, I’m confronted by the members of my band, their partners, Melanie, Hawke, and even Cormack has joined the party. My bandmates’ faces are crammed with amusement. Jenni and Emily look panicked. Melanie is laughing so hard, she’s bent over holding her stomach. Cormack looks pissed, and Hawke, well, he still looks like Hawke.
After scrambling to my feet, I assist Kylie off the floor. Once she’s back on her feet, she stays facing the hallway, too embarrassed to face the circus head-on. It’s unfortunate for her that Emily and Jenni have no tact. They fuss over her like we just went three rounds in the ring instead of me pinning her to the floor with my hips.
When they walk her toward the living room, Kylie soundlessly pleads for me to save her. Most of her friends growing up were boys, so she finds this type of stuff daunting. I could save her, but since I want her to feel she’s a part of the Rise Up dynamic, I wink at her instead.
I see the quickest roll of her eyes before Marcus blocks her from my view. “Cormack is going to ban you from riding your bike.”
“Like fuck he is.” Although pissed at Cormack’s assumption I can’t take care of myself, I slant my head to the side so I can reconnect my eyes with Kylie, praying everyone will get the hell out of her room so we can finish what we started in the elevator.
“A quick message wouldn’t have killed you. Emily and Jenni were panicked out of their minds since you’ve been gone all night.” The expression on Noah’s face doesn’t match his stern tone. He’s loving standing between me and the woman I’m eyeing like she’s dessert. “I’m just glad you still had it in your pants.”
“It wouldn’t be if you’d all get out of my damn room—”
“This isn’tyourroom.” Nick’s voice drips with sarcasm. “It’s Kylie’s.” He moves to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Kylie. “How many months of cock blocking did you do to me with Jenni?”
An enormous shit-eating grin etches onto my face. I get great pleasure knowing my attempts to keep him away from Jenni gave him blue balls.
When he notices my smile, Nick steps closer to me. “Maybe I should hang out in your room a little longer.” His amused eyes flick between mine as his lips furl high. “You’re not busy, are you? You don’t have any plans I’m interrupting—surely?”
“Slater!” is yelled out in stereo when my knuckles connect with Nick’s nose.
I return the stare I’m being hit with. “What? I restrained myself.” I only backhanded him instead of punching him like I really wanted to.
With Nick’s chuckles ringing in my ears, I stride toward Kylie, my steps fast and impatient. A squeak pops from her lips when I pluck her from the sofa. Once she’s thrown over my shoulder like I did a week ago, I make a beeline to the interconnecting door between our rooms.I’ve never been patient, so you can sure as hell be guaranteed I’m not waiting a second longer to taste her again.
Kylie’s giggles are barely audible over the laughter erupting in her room, but it picks up when I kick the door shut. After setting her on her feet, I spin around to ensure the door is locked. I don’t want any more interruptions. I’ve waited years for this.
By the time I pivot back around, Kylie has already unzipped her dress. When I take a step toward her, hungry and unrepentant, she takes one back. While gazing into my eyes, she releases her clutch on her dress. It slips off her body with a soundless whoosh, landing in a heap around her feet. As my eyes absorb her enticing body, my cock stiffens painfully fast. Her body is a temple I plan to worship for the next several hours. Inches of luscious curves, generous, mouthwatering tits, and a glistening slit her sheer panties are poorly concealing.
A growl rumbles in my chest when I notice her dark purple panties are so tiny, my name is visible on her smooth hip. Seeing my name on her skin flips a switch inside me. I’ve always been a little dominant in the bedroom, but it’ll take on a new meaning today.
“Come here,” I command, my voice deep and rugged.
Kylie bites down on her bottom lip then shakes her head. I slant my head to the side and arch my brow, warning her my patience is stretched thin. She smiles, loving the macho idiot I’m portraying. She loves being chased, and I’m pleased to see our separation didn’t change that.
After unclasping her bra, she discards it on the floor alongside her dress. My teeth grit when she covers her perfect tits from my view with her arm, but since I’ve caught on to her ruse, I don’t let her see my disappointment. I’d hate for her to know I’m coming for her before I have the advantage.
It’s a pity for all involved that Kylie knows me as well as she did years ago. With a frisky wink, she darts toward the main bedroom. I’m on her heels in under a second, my hunger too dire to let something minute like my boots failing to gain traction with the ground deter me.
After banding my arms around her waist, I attach my lips to her neck. Her laughter switches to a moan when I bite, lash, and suck on her delicious skin. As her head lolls to the side, one of my hands slithers up the smooth planes of her stomach to grope her more-than-a-handful breasts. Her breathing becomes urgent, almost needy when I roll her budded nipple between my index finger and thumb, tweaking it until it’s so firm, it could cut through diamonds.
