"Charming," I said as we climbed out. "Very rustic."
Crowe ignored me and headed straight for the office. The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside, and a bored-looking attendant glanced up from behind the desk.
"Two singles," Crowe ordered.
Awe. Did Daddy not wanna spend the night with me? Before I could get too sad about it, the attendant replied.
"One room left."
I turned my head to look at Crowe. Oh, this wasdelicious.
Crowe went completely still and that sexy muscle in his jaw jumped. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered.
"Nope," the attendant said, popping the 'p'. "Want it, or not?"
I clasped my hands behind my back to physically restrain myself from clapping my hands and bouncing up and down. "Guess we're sharing," I said, far too innocently.
Crowe dragged a hand down his face. For a second, I thought he might actually walk out and abandon me to my fate. But then—
He exhaled. "Fine," he bit out and reached for his wallet.
I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. "You don't need to pay. I can cover the room, seeing as you paid for gas and dinner."
He oh-so-slowly turned around and glared at me while taking out his wallet before handing the attendant his card.
So... asking for a friend... It would be really uncool of me to jump him in the lobby of a roadside motel, right?
Because it was becoming harder and harder (yes that too) for me to not beg this man to fuck my brains out.
The sleepy looking guy behind the counter handed Crowe the register and gave over the keys before explaining where our room was, and in no time at all, Crowe was opening a creaky door before telling me to wait outside.
The man—be still my beating heart—did a walk through of the room, even going so far as to check inside the closet before coming back to let me in. "It's clear."
"Why thank you. You're my hero," I purred as I pushed past him, letting my body graze his, even though he left me more than enough room.
My hero let out a beleaguered sounding sigh before pointing at the lone double bed in the room. "There's no couch, and I'm way too old to offer to sleep on the floor. Can you behave yourself?"
I grinned. "Not on your life," I promised him and enjoyed the way his shoulders tensed. "But I'll do my very best to not accost you in your sleep," I promised. "I much prefer a willing, awake partner."
And I would keep to my promise. No accosting would take place. But I didn't say anything about some harmless cuddling.
7
Chapter 6
Iwasn't sure what exactly I'd done in a previous life. I'd always thought it must have been pretty bad, because this go round has been fucking rough, and I often felt like I was being punished.
But now? Now I was convinced I must have been the scum of the earth. Because that was the only possible reason I would be punished with having to sleep in a bed with Alfie.
Everything about him tortured me. Tempted me. Teased me.
The damn boy had come out of the bathroom after his shower in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. His lean, sculpted chest was still a bit wet, and I found myself riveted by the droplets slowly making their way down his smooth chest to the six pack that led to places I'd rather not think about.
But thinking about it was all I could do as his surprisingly soft form molded itself around me in his sleep.
For such an energetic person he nodded off fairly quickly, and at first I was grateful for the reprieve from his verbal sparringand teasing, but before I could get too relaxed, he turned in his sleep, slung his arm over my waist and curled himself in against me.
I should have woken him up and made him move away.
