Interception (Love Triangle Duet Book 1)

by Lisa Suzanne

  It’s just easier to stay away than feel like I’m constantly being lied to. Freaking Theo moved halfway across the country to escape them. The only one who seems to feel differently is Porter, but it’s one of those topics we just choose not to discuss.

  “Annnnd somehow you turned the conversation back to me,” I say as I realize that’s exactly what he did.

  He chuckles. “Just one of my many talents.”

  The car pulls in front of the JW Marriott and Rob hands hotel keycards to each of the band members as they get out of the car. “The hospitality suite adjoins the two suites reserved for you,” he says. “Dane and Ollie are sharing one, and Liam and Gavin are sharing the other. There are a few guests awaiting your arrival up there already. Your ride will be down here at nine sharp, so don’t make it a late night. I’ll be calling you by eight-thirty to ensure you’re awake.”

  “Yes, Father,” Liam says, drawing more boisterous laughter from the men.

  We follow the men through the lobby and toward the elevators. Rose’s hand tangles with Liam’s, a sure sign of what’s to come for the two of them. Meanwhile, Gavin and I stand close beside one another, but we aren’t actually touching. I have this strange yearning to grab his hand in mine, but I restrain myself. For some reason, it feels right to let him make the first move.

  We all stand outside the hospitality suite as Liam opens the door to go in first, and I catch a glimpse of what looks like a party already in full swing. Gorgeous women mill around, and it’s the first glimpse I have at what Gavin’s life is really like now. A few beeline right for him, but he tosses a casual arm around me to fend them off. It’s almost like he’s showing them he’s found his bait for the night.

  While it should send me running, instead it totally and completely turns me on. He’s choosing me tonight over all the possibilities in the room. His words from the car on the way to the appearance flash through my mind: I’ve been desperate to do this for ten long years.

  Chase showed up with a date.

  Gavin didn’t.

  Chase presumably went home with his date.

  Gavin invited me back to his hotel.

  The math on this one is simple.

  Gavin’s arm is wrapped around my shoulder possessively as he introduces me to people in the room. “This is Delaney,” he says. “We were best friends in high school.” And every time after he says the words, he looks down at me with eyes full of awe—like he can’t believe I’m here with him.

  I can’t believe it, either.

  And every time he pins me with his eyes that way, in a completely different way than I ever saw in his eyes before, another throb pulses between my legs for him.

  It’s something I never saw coming, something I never knew I wanted until I saw it within my reach.

  This isn’t just about being hurt that Chase showed up with someone else, though deep down I know that’s part of my emotional equation tonight. This is about finding comfort in someone I trust from my past, reconnecting with an old friend in a new way...someone I know is safe, someone who has always been there for me, someone who would never hurt me or abandon me the way Chase did.

  After we put in our time at the little get together, making small talk with his manager and the guys in the band and acquaintances of his, he looks down at me again. “Can we get out of here?”

  I smile and nod, not sure where, exactly, he’s planning to take me, but suddenly I want nothing more than to get out of here and get some one-on-one time with this boy turned man.

  He mutters something I don’t catch to Liam, who nods, then grabs my hand and pulls me out the doors and down the hallway.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “To my room.” His answer is as simple as it is complicated.

  “Oh.” It’s more of a grunt, really, and it’s all I can seem to manage to say right now even though I have about a million questions.

  “I just wanted to catch up with you some more without feeling pulled in a hundred different directions.” He taps his key to the pad on the door, which grants us entry. He holds the door open and motions for me to go first.

  I walk through a little entry hall into a living room area. I set my clutch on top of a half-wall by the door.

  Doors leading to bedrooms sit on opposite sides of the room, and the room we’re in has couches, a television, a huge table with ten chairs, and a long counter with stools sitting in front of it. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve been in a nice hotel suite, but it’s the first time in ten years I have. It’s beautiful, and I might take more time to inspect the artwork on the walls and the view out the window if I wasn’t so damn curious about Gavin Brooks.

  “So this is your life now?” I ask, meandering toward the windows as I pretend to look out over Los Angeles when really I’m staring at Gavin in the window’s reflection. He peels off his leather jacket and tosses it on one of the couches. My eyes dart to the thick biceps stretching the fabric of his white t-shirt and the ink on his arms.

  “Yeah, this is it.” His voice is modest in the quiet room, but we can both hear the sound of music coming from the suite next to this one.

  “Impressive. All of it, Gav.” I turn around to face him. “Watching you on that stage tonight, seeing all your success...it’s all I ever dreamed for you.”

  “That means a lot coming from you.” His voice is raspy and low.

  “Why’s that?”

  He takes a step closer to me, and he’s close enough now that I can smell that woodsy amber scent mixed with a little bit of leather even though he’s not wearing his jacket anymore. He runs a long fingertip from my shoulder down to my elbow, his eyes following the trail while my eyes are glued to his face...his lips. “Because you’re the one girl—the one person—I’ve ever wanted to impress.”

  His voice is a whisper, and my stomach flips again.

  His eyes move to mine. They hold an intensity there that takes my breath away. Looking at him looking at me this way is raw and real, and for the first time, I piece together that maybe I was wrong all those years.

  What if it was never meant to be Chase and Delaney?

  What if Gavin was the right guy for me the entire time, but I’d been so consumed by my feelings for someone else that I never even saw what was right in front of me?

  I see what’s in front of me right now, though. His words that I’m the one girl he ever wanted to impress...I don’t just hear them. I feel them as they burn through me, igniting some passionate flame I always thought could only be sparked by another man.

  I close the final gap between us, my body flush against his as I bring a palm up to his cheek, the slight stubble there scratchy and glorious against my skin. He lets out a soft grunt, and I see a shift in his eyes. Gone is the confidence he projected up on that stage, replaced now by something akin to anxiety.

  We’ve known each other a long time, and despite the long span of quiet over the last decade, our friendship rekindled the moment our eyes met across a crowded reunion.

  But what we’re about to do isn’t friendship.

  CHAPTER TEN

  His eyes flick down to my lips, and mine to his. I can’t help but stare at the mouth of the man who makes such beautiful music, who says so many lovely words, who smells like he does and makes my stomach turn over with nerves. His lips are firm and straight, slightly parted with a perfect cupid’s bow. He draws in a shaky breath, prompting me to make the first move. I shift my neck back and tip my lips toward his, and even though they look firm, they’re soft as our mouths connect.

  He starts slow, his arms wrapping around me, and those flips in my tummy turn into something else entirely, a battle of somersaults and cartwheels and spins and jerks that carries down much lower as an ache settles between my thighs.

  His mouth opens to mine, a kiss fourteen years in the making as his tongue pushes gently into my mouth. I run my fingertips along his jaw before sliding my hand around his neck, keeping him planted against me as the kiss turns
from gentle to a little more forceful. He thrusts his hips toward me, evidence of how much he wants this clear against my stomach, and the intensity kicks up even more as his hands move up my back to tangle in my hair and then down again. One hand moves over toward my ribcage, and every other thought in my mind vanishes as I start to fully comprehend that Gavin Brooks is about to grab my breast.

  God I want it.

  I want him.

  Do it, do it, do it, I silently chant, and then his fingertips graze the underside. I push my chest more fully into his hand, and he surprises me by palming it. I groan into him as I press my body toward his, giving him all the signals that I want this to happen.

  All I can think about is that this is Gavin, and a decade ago it would’ve felt strange to be making out with him like this, for my tongue to be thrashing against his while he felt me up, but right now it feels the exact opposite of strange. It feels right, like that missing piece from a puzzle finally clicking into place.

  Voices outside the door prompt him to action. He pulls apart from me, his entire face the picture of intensity from the penetrating gaze of his stormy eyes to the sharp angle of his clenched jaw. “Come with me,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he grabs my hand and leads me to one of the bedrooms.

  I don’t think. I just act as I allow him to pull me through the suite. Once we’re in the dark room lit only by the lights outside the window, he kicks the door shut behind me then his big, beautiful body pushes me up against it as his mouth crashes back to mine. I can’t help but think I’ve never been kissed so passionately by anyone before in my life. One of his arms is braced on the door above my head as he leans some of his body weight against me, and the other clutches me around my back. I’m still in my fancy reunion dress, and his fingertips dig into my back just above the hem of the low cut. His big hand is warm and wonderful on my skin and I want nothing more than to feel it all over my body.

  I slide my arms around his neck as I try to pull him closer, but we’re pressed so tightly together that I can feel every hard cut of his granite muscles against me.

  We kiss this way for seconds or hours—I can’t be sure, because time doesn’t exist in this space. It’s just two people who are each in a desperate frenzy in their own ways.

  I need more of him.

  I need all of him.

  The champagne dulled my senses earlier, but it had nothing on the way every part of me springs to life in the presence of this man. When the ache between my legs becomes unbearable, I shift my hips against his, and he grunts out a moan as he thrusts right back at me.

  “God, Delaney,” he says against my lips. His tone is reverent as just those two words fall from his mouth. I push my hips toward him again, and he drives back again before he pulls me from the door, swooping me up so my legs are hitched around his waist as he carries me over to the bed. He sets me down gently, a striking contrast to how the rest of this has played out, and before I have the chance to think through what I’m doing, I pull my four-figure dress over my head and toss it on the floor beside me like some sort of rag.

  It’s not that I don’t have respect for the garment, because I do. It’s because I’m so caught up in this moment with Gavin that nothing else matters.

  We both pant as we try to catch our breath after the kiss. I kick off my shoes, and he does the same, his gaze never leaving me. He takes in every inch of me with his eyes, and rather than feeling embarrassed that I’m standing in a strapless bra and panty set in his hotel room, I feel worshipped. Maybe this is just what he does when he’s with a woman—after all, he’s a god of music, a real, honest-to-goodness rock star who could have his pick of any woman in the world.

  But something in his gaze tells me this is different for him. I’m not just any girl; I’m a reminder of his past, and if anything, tonight has told me there was an entire history between us that I was never privy to.

  He tears his shirt over his head, and my eyes go right to his solid, perfect abdomen. He has tattoos on his arms—ink I don’t know anything about yet, which tells me we don’t know each other as well as we once did—but his stomach and chest are pure planes of solid muscle and smooth skin.

  I can’t help it. I move toward him and guide my hand from his hard chest down to the gorgeous cuts of his six-pack. I trace my finger down one side of the perfect V sliding into his jeans, stopping only when I get to the top of his pants. I hook a finger in the top and look up at him through lowered lashes to find his gaze down on me, his eyes heated and intense as they take me in. His mouth hangs open just a little as tiny puffs of breath come out, like he’s still panting but trying to hold still as if I might disappear should he make any sudden movements.

  He raises a brow at me, and I give him a sly smile before I run my hand along his impressive, concrete length. He closes his eyes with a quiet moan, and then he flexes his hips into my hand. I rub him over his jeans, the heat building inside both of us until it combusts into something I never saw coming when this night began.

  His lips are on me again, and this time he kisses me as he lays me down on the bed. His body hovers over me, and I want him covering me, I want to relish in his weight pressed upon me, to feel every part of him against me as he thrusts his hips into me over and over. But instead, he slowly slides down my body, pressing kisses against my skin as he goes. Once he gets to my hips, he slides my panties down my legs and tosses them on the floor. I lean up to unhook my bra, sending it the way of the panties. He looks up at me with a gleam in his eye and a carnal smile on his lips, and then he dives face first between my thighs.

  My hips buck up off the bed at the connection, pushing toward him to get more of his mouth on me. He runs his tongue along my slit, stopping to dip in before lapping up over my clit. My hips buck again, as if they’re completely out of my control at this point.

  I clutch the comforter in one of my hands and my own breast in the other as he goes to work on me. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt such intense shocks of pleasure waving through my body, and as he flicks his tongue up over my clit again, I’m lost. My hips move up again, and this time my thighs clench around his ears as my entire body constricts tightly before unraveling into the state of ultimate orgasmic bliss. Pulse after pulse of pure satisfaction plows through me as my hips keep moving toward his mouth, like I can’t get enough even though he’s still attached to me.

  When the throbs start to subside, my entire body trembles from the shock of what just happened, and Gavin sits up on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening from what he just did to me. If anything, the glow in his eyes has turned even more carnal, even more animal, and even though he just made me come like I’ve never come before in my life, I need him inside me. I need him to feel one-tenth of the pleasure he just gave me.

  This man’s mouth is multi-talented. Not only can he sing, but he can do that with such skill.

  I sit up too quickly as a wave of dizziness washes over me, but I ignore it because I have one goal in mind: getting those jeans off his body so he can properly fuck me.

  I reach for the button and pull it before tugging down the zipper, and then I push them down his hips as much as I can in his kneeling position along with the black boxer briefs he wears. He stands and pushes them the rest of the way off, and I wish it wasn’t so dark in here, wish I could see his body lit by more than the smattering of lights coming in through the window, because I want to see him and stare at him and take in everything he is. Even in the dark he’s a masculine beast of a man, his body all gorgeous angles cut from stone.

  And then he comes back to me, hovering over me again but this time with no clothes between our bodies. I moan when his dick brushes against the apex between my thighs, and he lets out a growl. I want nothing more than him inside me, pure and base, but even through the champagne and the lust from tonight I realize we don’t know each other’s most recent ten-year history for that to be a good idea. He kisses me again, and I taste my own tang on his ton
gue. While that might’ve grossed me out with some other man, with Gavin it’s natural and erotic and fucking hot.

  He slides down to lavish some attention on my nipple, and then he leaves the bed for a second. He grabs something from the suitcase I didn’t even notice was in the room, and then I hear the rip of a condom packet. He slides it on and returns to me.

  “Are you sure about this, Laney?” he asks, hovering over me once again. His voice is low and sexy and I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure about anything in my entire life.

  I nod, words failing me, and wrap my arms and legs around his body to draw him closer. He grunts, and he doesn’t waste any time once he has the green light, plunging his perfect cock inside me.

  I close my eyes at the feel of him, relishing everything about this moment: the fullness I feel inside as he drives in and out of me, the heavenly smell of the woodsy amber and leather, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the taste of his lips on mine, and, when I open my eyes, the sight of the most gorgeous man I might’ve ever laid eyes on.

  He slows his pace as our eyes meet in the middle, and I physically feel the emotions pouring out of him from his gaze on me. I feel cherished beneath him as he makes love to me. This isn’t just two old acquaintances fucking. This could be something so much more, something I never expected and didn’t know how much I needed until it happened.

  “God, Laney,” he murmurs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “I’ve wanted this for so damn long.” His voice breaks a little on his words, and a tear slips out the side of my eye. I never could’ve imagined how emotional this would be for both of us. He thumbs away my tear before kissing me again, and I’m lost in this perfect moment.