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“And I need a favor,” I tell him and wait while he cusses a blue streak.
“I’m up to my eyeballs in alligators right now.” Too fucking bad.
“I need you to order me three outfits and have them delivered to the hotel,” I tell him. I can’t exactly wear my traveling outfit another fucking day. Soon, the motherfucker will be able to stand up on its own.
“I’ll get my wife to do it,” Bender agrees and hangs up.
I open the bedroom door and find Adalynn stretched across the bed on her back with the white hotel sheet wrapped around her waist. My eyes zero in on her luscious tits while my cock waves hello. Goddamnit.
Kneeling next to the bed, I run my finger down her silky arm and lean over to kiss her sweet neck. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“It’s too early,” she grumbles and swats at me. “Come back later.”
“I guess I’ll have to encourage you to wake up.” I kiss my way around her collarbone and down her chest. When my lips close over one of her hard nipples, she squirms on the bed. I glance up and notice her wince. “Are you okay, pretty baby?”
“My freshly broken-in naughty bits are singing this morning,” Adalynn admits. “They might need a little time to recover from last night’s activities.”
“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” I turn to look for painkillers and remember I don’t even have fucking clean underwear. Motherfucker. “Do you need me to call down for painkillers?”
Adalynn sits up in the bed, shaking her head. “No.” The appalled expression on her adorable face is priceless. “We don’t need to hang a neon sign out in front of the hotel that announces my deflowering.”
“Sweet baby, there are tons of reasons to need painkillers.” I laugh.
“It doesn’t matter.” She refuses to budge. “And the pain isn’t that bad. It’s more of a little twinge now.”
“Let me run you a hot bath.” I head into the large bathroom and turn on the water. “While you relax in the tub, I’m going to see if the hotel boutique can send up a new outfit for me.”
“Sounds good.” Adalynn walks by and stops. “But I really like the gray sweatpants.”
To make my girl happy, I’m going to make sure to buy all the fucking gray sweatpants in Silver Spoon Falls.
I watch her slide into the steamy water then head to the living room to make my calls. The hotel boutique has the bare minimum, but I’m desperate. I tell them to send up what they can find and hang up.
Twenty minutes later, I stare down at the hideous outfit the boutique delivered and groan. It’s not much of a fucking choice—wear dirty ass clothes or look like a moron in this shit. I couldn’t exactly answer the door bare-ass naked, so I threw on the jeans I bought to play the gig at the Park Avenue Bar. The t-shirt reeks of cigarette smoke mixed with sweat, and there’s no way I’m wearing that until it’s laundered. Several times.
“The bath did wonders for my naughty bits.” Adalynn walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
Turning, I glance down and see she has a white hotel towel wrapped around her luscious body. I lean down and lick a tiny drop of water from her shoulder. “I’m glad it helped.”
Adalynn leans around me and looks down at the pleated khaki pants and light blue polo shirt. “Uh.” She glances up and I notice the laughter dancing in her eyes. “You picked that out?”
“No, it’s all the fucking boutique had in my size,” I groan. “Come sit down so we can talk about the day.” I put my clothes situation on the back burner while I ask my goddess to do Bender a favor.
* * *
Hours later, I sit at the crowded bar and wonder how the fuck I let Bender talk me into this. Oh, yeah. His threat to announce my goddamn middle name to the world.
At least his wife came through for me. I glance down at the new “distressed” jeans and black t-shirt London sent over and breathe a sigh of relief. I would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb in the yuppy khakis and polo shirt.
My eyes follow Adalynn while she fucking charms every asshole in the room. I’m still not convinced that having her out in a public crowded bar is the best idea with her stalker still on the loose, but my girl insisted on helping my MC brother out.
“Can I get you another?” She walks up and points at my untouched bottle of beer.
“No,” I lean over the bar and wrap my hand in her silky hair to pull her face to mine. “But you can give me something else to hold me over.” I cover her lips with mine, hoping every other asshole in the bar sees my goddamn statement of ownership. She belongs to me and I definitely belong to her, and I want everyone in the world to know it.
By the time I pull back, her soft lips are swollen and there’s a bright red stain to her cheeks. Her eyes blink open and she growls adorably, “I’m working.”
“So am I.” I’m doing the most important job of my life. Protecting my girl.
