Page 4 of Hunt You Down

But without explanation, André jumped back, taking my hand and hauling me out of the booth. I snarled in frustration, and he tossed a smile over his shoulder. But I still followed. He led me through the restaurant, stopping to shove some cash into Mama’s hand before pulling me right out the door.

After two strong drinks, the music didn’t seem so loud anymore. André wrapped his arms around my waist and I fell into step with him. I was clumsy, stumbling over my own feet and stepping on his, but he didn’t care. He twirled me through the cobblestone streets, expertly weaving his way through the crowd. In the middle of the road, he lifted me into his arms and spun in a circle. A few bystanders cheered, tossing strands of beads my way. André caught a few of them and looped them around my neck. “You can pay me for these later,” he whispered, winding the beads around his fist. Forget the booze, I was drunk off him.

The music played endlessly. It felt like something out of a movie. Up until then, I’d only seen stuff like that on TV. Seeing it in real life, however, was surreal. I had no idea where I was, and barely knew who I was with, but I was having the time of my life.

“You won’t like me tomorrow,” I called into his ear. “I come with a lot of baggage.”

André pulled me close, his erection pressing into my hip. I gasped, even more eager to get him alone. “So don’t think about what’s going to happen tomorrow.” I followed André’s lead as he spun me out, then wound back in and dipped me onto his knee. “Think about what’s happening right now.”

Gah, his mouth was right there! Fuck it. I latched onto a fistful of those beautiful black curls and tugged, bringing our mouths together. Soft lips met mine, and something in him snapped. Suddenly, teasing went out the window.

Without breaking the kiss, André set me on my feet and backed me against the nearest wall, pinning my arms above my head. He mouthed over my cheek, ducking down to my neck.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, rolling my body toward him. He latched onto sensitive skin, marking me. My eyes rolled at the sting. I moaned loudly in his ear. My knees buckled, but his grip on me kept me upright. My cock throbbed and, as if he could feel it, André pulled back and met my eyes. His pupils were blown, the emerald barely visible around the raw, unadulterated lust. I’d never seen anything like it. The man poured every intention he had into that single look, and it turned me on in ways I never thought possible. “Where’s your room?” he growled.

“Holiday Inn⁠—”

He released my hands, tugging me after him. “Let’s go.”

I laughed as he spun me in the direction of the hotel. Half drunk and completely clueless as to where we were, I pulled him to my front and allowed him to lead. He knew exactly where he was going, and he was hell bent on getting the prize at the end of the tunnel. At every crosswalk, I shuffled in place. I was so hard I could barely stand it. André, however, seemed calm and collected—though that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The wild look there when he glanced down at me emboldened me.

When we stopped again, I worked my hand free, teased it over his cheeks and slipped between his legs to press at his taint. That was the final straw. He growled, whirling me around and shoving me against a lamppost.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he whispered, slamming his mouth onto mine and cupping my hard cock in his hand. He squeezed, and I moaned into the kiss. The crowd around us didn’t matter anymore. I wiggled beneath his palm, desperate for more friction.

But André knew that, and he dropped his hand altogether, pulling me in the direction of the hotel.

Chapter Three

We hastened through the front doors, somehow keeping our composure. When the elevator doors slid shut, however, André pounced. My back slammed against the wall, his hand flying to my crotch. I moaned, the pressure just enough to ease the ache between my thighs. His free hand grabbed at the beads, yanking me close. He twisted the strands around his fist. Panic spiked in my chest, but André didn’t hinder my breathing. In fact, the constriction felt good.

The cheap, plastic beads soon snapped, and André tossed them to the floor. I moaned, a little louder than I probably should have, but I was too turned on to care. My hips rocked into his palm, his own erection grinding against my stomach. I clenched his biceps, and the muscles rippled under my fingertips. He was restraining himself, and I was determined to unleash the beast simmering beneath the surface. I needed him.

The elevator dinged on my floor and we leapt apart, righting our clothes just in time. The doors opened and a family stood there. Naturally, the kids were too excited to notice anything out of the ordinary. The parents, however, flashed us a clearly judgmental look when they took in our disheveled appearances. They ushered the kids into the elevator, shooting glares at us on the way. One of the kids must have reached for the beads on the floor, because Mom said, “You don’t know where those have been!” André and I snickered at each other, and he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side.

I searched for my key while André moved in close to my back. He squeezed my hips, nipping at my neck. In the midst of his teasing in the dark hallway, the cards in my wallet seemed to blur together. I tried one card, then another. Finally, the third card was the right one. The light flashed green and the door swung open.

André shoved me inside, pinning me against the closed door. My wallet and the loose cards clattered to the floor.

André dove for my neck again, cupping his hands under my ass and lifting. I howled in delight and wrapped my legs tight around his waist. His hands slid underneath my shirt, nails scratching at my back. My fingers speared through his hair to hold him in place. He lapped at my neck, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Testing the waters, I rolled my hips, moaning at the friction.

Emboldened by lust, I yanked him back by his hair, crushing our mouths together. This time, I speared my tongue through his lips. He dug his nails into my back, and I cried into the kiss.

André’s tongue tangled with mine, one of his hands fumbling at my belt while the other arm secured me around my waist. Damn the upper body strength…

Suddenly remembering I hadn’t exactly… prepared for this, I broke away from his mouth with a smack. “Please tell me you have a condom,” I panted. I could ask Dylan, but I wasn’t ready for the interrogation.

“Of course I do.” André turned. I gasped at being pulled away from the door. He drifted across the room, dropping me onto the bed. The breath whooshed out of my lungs. André crawled onto the mattress, blanketing me with his body. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take really good care of you.”

My heart skipped a beat. The bourbon had faded from my system, and I was running on nothing but lust and adrenaline. There was no evidence whatsoever of my earlier apprehension.

André cupped my erection in his hand and with a quick squeeze, I lost the ability to overthink it. It felt so good, and I wasn’t going to do anything to make that go away. I wrapped my arms around him, dragging my nails up his back. “P-please, just⁠—”

“Shh.” André silenced me with a finger to my mouth, but a whimper pressed through. “I know you’re eager, baby, but you can’t rush this kind of magic.”

He took his hand away from my crotch, and I whined. Single handedly, he worked open his belt, whipped it free from his jeans, and tossed it aside. André leaned over and kissed me again, linking our fingers together and stretching my arms over my head. He ground his hips into mine, and I groaned into the kiss.

André broke away, licking over my neck and sucking on my earlobe. Dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, he released it and I arched into him for more. “It’s been a while since someone’s taken care of you, hasn’t it, darlin’?”