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Twenty-Five
Z
Apparently,breakfastiskeyto stirring up my sex drive. That, or I’ve missed Hail’s touch.
Headed back to our hotel rooms, I shove him against the elevator wall as soon as the doors close on us. I crush my mouth to his, hands roving up under his shirt to trace over each defined, perfect muscle.
He meets my energy, spinning us around until he has me pinned, one hand putting pressure just under my jaw and the other running along my solid length, squeezing me through the fabric of my trousers.
“Careful, Z. Unless you want me taking that fine ass right here,” he says, sinking teeth into my earlobe, one of his favourite places on my body to punish. “How many floors do you think you would last before spilling for me?”
I squirm in his hold, thrusting my hips hard into his hand.
“I need you,” I murmur.
I needed him last night, even though I drove him away. It’s a constant war in my head: selfishly keep him close or protect him by keeping him away. I’ve proven logic doesn’t win out, which is so unfair to Hail. I’ve hurt him just like I’ve hurt everyone else in my life.
He presses his mouth to mine. “I know.”
The doors part, and a throat clears. My eyes flick to Liam standing there in gym shorts and a sleeveless top. His black waves are damp along his scalp from an intense workout.
Liam steps into the elevator. “Have a good breakfast?”
Hail chuckles as he runs the tip of his nose along my neck. I can’t help a little whimper as his palm still works at my straining dick.
The elevator doors shut once more, and I feel Liam’s gaze slide over me, watching with molten intensity that heightens the thrill of getting caught. Blood begins to boil in my veins when I see his eyes lower to Hail’s hand sliding along my length.
God, what is happening right now?
“You into this, Liam?” Hail’s voice is a low, seductive rumble against my skin, causing me to shudder.
Liam fully turns his body toward us, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He continues to watch in silence as Hail flicks open my jeans and slides his hand beneath my boxers. Skin on skin, I groan and push harder into his rough, warm grip.
I know the head of my dick is hanging out. I see Liam staring down at it. He gives nothing away in his expression, but I swear I witness a gleam of something savage in his dark eyes.
The elevator stops and the doors open.
Liam strides out, tossing a quiet, “Not rough enough for me,” before disappearing into his room. Hail withdraws his hand, only to hook fingers through my belt loops. He keeps his mouth on mine as we stumble down the hall to his door.
He swipes his key card as we both fight for dominance, heated tongues twirling and hands grasping at hips, ass, dicks. We fumble into his room.
“Bed,” he growls.
“Bed,” I agree, hauling his shirt off his body. I dip down to suck at his pierced nipples, running my tongue along each bar. I’m in lust with every inch of him. Every inked-over muscle being exercised right now.
Hail lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me across the room, dropping me onto the bed with caveman aggression. Climbing over me, his hips thrust my body up and up until my head is on the pillows. A soft laugh escapes me.
“Heathen,” I whisper, smiling.
“Don’t tease me,” he chuckles, nipping at my stomach. “You should pity me. I’m in agony every second I don’t get to have my hands on you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I murmur, gently running fingers through his silky hair.
My head drops back onto the pillows as he jerks my unzipped trousers and boxers off and swirls his tongue around the head of my cock.
“So fucking sexy, too. Good with that tongue,” I add on a hiss.
He bobs down on my dick until it hits the back of his throat, and I unleash a toe-curling moan. “Fuck. Hails.”
