Page 158 of Hearts Storm

When we stop on the seventh floor, a family of four piles in—two parents and twin boys who can’t be much older than six, both bouncing off the walls like they are being fed sugar intravenously. One of them slams into my shin, and I bite back a growl.

“Sorry,” the mother grimaces as she pulls her kid back by the collar of his shirt.

“It’s fine,” I mutter, checking my watch. Eight minutes. Brex has had eight minutes alone with Reyna.

I huff out a frustrated breath when the elevator stops again on the fourth floor. A woman with a rolling suitcase steps in, followed by a bellhop pushing a luggage cart. The cart takes up half the space, forcing everyone to press closer together, one of the twins stepping on my foot when he tries to make room.

Jesus. I should’ve taken the fucking stairs.

By the time we reach the lobby, I’m practically vibrating with impatience. The second the doors open, we all file out and I make a beeline for the valet stand outside.

“Black Ford Expedition,” I pant at the kid behind the podium. “Cade.”

He nods, grabs the keys from the lock box, and jogs off toward the parking garage. I pace the sidewalk, running a hand through my hair. Every second I have to wait feels like an eternity. My mind keeps conjuring images of what Brex is doing to Reyna right now.

I check my phone.

It’s only been ten minutes, but still. My cock is throbbing in anticipation.

When the SUV finally rolls up, I’m already moving before it comes to a complete stop. The valet barely has time to put it in park before I’m yanking the hatch open and grabbing the black duffel bag from the back.

The valet jogs around the front of the car and I shove a twenty into his hand. “Sir, do you want me to⁠—”

“Park it,” I call over my shoulder as I head back inside.

The doors slide open to an empty car. Thank God.

It hums as it climbs, the digital display ticking up. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Suddenly, the car lurches to a stop. “What the fuck?” I jam my thumb against the button over and over. But nothing happens.

“Great. Just great.”

The overhead lights flicker once, then come back on right as a voice comes through the speaker next to the emergency phone. “We’re so sorry, sir. Just a minor glitch with our system. We’ll have you on your way in just a few minutes.”

It takes only about five before the elevator jerks back into motion, crawling upward at what feels like a glacial pace. When it finally dings at our floor, I tuck myself between the doors before they fully open.

I sprint down the hallway, fumbling with the key card.

The door swings open to the sound of Reyna’s breathy moans and Brex’s low rhythmic grunts.

The sight that greets me stops me dead in my tracks as the door slams shut behind me.

Brex has Reyna bent over the back of the couch, wrists bound behind her back, hand wrapped around her ponytail as he fucks into her from behind.

“Goddamn it, Brex.”

“Oh, fuck,” Reyna moans.

Brex keeps thrusting. “Just keeping our girl wet and ready for you, Lo.”

“Has she come yet?”

“Nope.”

The rumble of the growl I release almost drowns out the sound of my zipper. “I want to see her.”

One hand gripping the belt at her wrists, and the other her hair, Brex stays buried deep as he swings her around so she’s still bent over, but facing me. “Her mouth is all yours,” he grunts.