Frustration bubbled over, and before I could contain it, I slipped out of my shoe and chucked it at him.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?”
It bounced off his chest, and before he could recover, I unfastened the other one, ready to fling it, too.
He jumped up with both hands high in surrender. “Wait. What’s going on?”
“I—You—Fuck—” This was a first. I was actually livid enough I was unable to form complete sentences.
Not recognizing the depth of my anger, he smirked. “Although your caveman approach may need work, I’m definitely a fan of those three words together.”
It was official. Colby Singer was a dead man, but before I could contemplate the method in which he’d meet his fate, he was on me, taking the shoe out of my hand.
I don’t know who was surprised more when I pushed him off.
“Kenz, you don’t really think I did anything wrong tonight when I stayed out with Mark, do you?”
The hurt in his eyes calmed me some. “No, I don’t. Otherwise, the murderous thoughts in my head would get real in a hurry.”
He took his chances and stepped closer, despite my warning glare. “Why are you so angry, then?”
“I’m pissed because you had everyone thinking you and Mark left for the strip club to find the two women from earlier to get laid.”
Confusion was written across his face. “It’s not like I told them that’s what I was doing, but I’m not surprised they assumed so. It’s what everyone expects of me here in Vegas. It would’ve caused more notice if I’d returned with all of you tonight.”
“Wrong fucking answer. I mean, God forbid you tell them to go to hell and do what you want without having to make excuses as to why.”
Temper flickered in his expression. “That coming from you is a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
Whoosh. That was the realization that he’d made a fair point. It took a moment before I could speak again. “Fine.”
He raked a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. So, if you don’t believe I did anything, what’s wrong?”
“How do you think you’ll successfully talk to my brother about us on the heels of having everyone think you and Mark are getting laid tonight or, worse, that you may be taking on both women yourself because my brother believes you do that routinely?”
His face was completely stunned. Once he snapped out of it a few seconds later, he put his hands on my shoulders and met my eyes dead on. “You have to believe me when I say it didn’t occur to me how it would affect things when it comes to telling him about us later. Mark and I stayed at the bar, had a beer, and then came back here via the side entrance in case any of you were hanging out in the lobby bar. And I wasn’t going to chance sneaking into your room, but you weren’t answering your texts, so I needed to make sure we were okay.”
“I was in the lobby bar waiting for you to walk in and my phone died, that’s why I didn’t get your texts. So you didn’t go to the strip club?”
He shook his head. “No, we didn’t. Truth be told, Mark was relieved I only wanted to sit and have a beer instead of dragging him there. He’s just not wired that way even if our brothers may want me to get him out there.”
“Why was Simone there at the club tonight?”
“I don’t have a clue. The girls from Lucky Ladies go there sometimes to drum up business for the night and maybe found out through friends about the Singer reservation. But I never would’ve invited her. Please tell me you believe that.”
Intending to assure him I did, I rested my hands on his chest. “Although watching her with you earlier didn’t feel good and having you not come back with the rest of us wasn’t great, neither were enough to send me over the edge of reason and pelt you with my shoe. I trust you, Colby, but hearing our brothers with their assumptions about you earlier made me realize you’re not doing us any favors by perpetuating their stereotype of you. Then I started wondering if you ever plan to tell them.”
He breathed heavily, touching his forehead to mine. “I have every intention of doing so, but you heard Brian trying to set you up with Will. That’s the type of guy he sees you with.”
Somehow, I knew that conversation might come up. “It was only a bunch of semi-drunk people talking. And Will is a nice guy, but he’s not the man I want to be with.”
He swallowed hard. “I should’ve thought more about what tonight might look like. I really fucked this up.”
“Nah, but you gave it a good try.”
His lips twitched. “Tomorrow I’ll make it clear to Brian that we stayed at the bar, and I’ll have Mark back me up. Then maybe I can mention I’ve met someone, lay the groundwork to prove I’ve changed instead of simply dropping the bomb that it’s you. I should’ve thought of that idea before we came here.”
I liked he was starting to formulate a plan but not that he felt as though he had to prove himself to them. That being said, it would be nice for him to douse their expectation he’d engage in old behaviors.
“Are we okay?” he asked, his hands framing my face.
“Yes, but only if you kiss me.” When his lips touched mine, I melted into him.
He pulled back, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “This right here is my center. The outside world tries to tilt us, or I accidentally do it, and being together puts us back where we need to be.”
I loved the way he described it because I felt the same. “It does. Sorry for throwing my shoe at you.”
He laughed. “Don’t take offense, but I kind of like it when you’re feisty. Your potential violent streak turns me on.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re disturbed.”
“You don’t even know the half of it because the fantasy reel in my head goes on with tying you to the bed and calming your temper with my tongue until all the fight is out of you.”
My body tingled with anticipation. “I take it back; we’re both disturbed because now I want that more than anything.”
He grinned, running his hands down to my backside and pulling me into him. “Except you’re not angry anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could dig deep and conjure up some irritation.”
His gaze darkened with desire. “Take your clothes off and lie on the bed.”
While he latched the deadbolt, I quickly undressed. Watching him open the closet, I wondered what he was doing until he came towards me two robe ties.
“They’ll have to do. Lay back with your head on the pillow.”
A shiver ran down my spine with the possibilities while I watched him put both my wrists together in front of me and tie them tightly together. Next he covered my eyes with the other soft tie.
“I wish we had a way to secure you to the bed, but unfortunately there aren’t any slats in the headboard.”
Now I wished there was, too.
He widened my knees apart and I was practically shaking in anticipation when the sensation of his tongue startled me. “Holy crap…” When he’d said he was going to torture me with his tongue, I’d underestimated how tied up and blindfolded would make the experience much more erotic.
When he stopped, I let out an involuntary cry of displeasure. However, I didn’t have long to wait, thankfully when he turned me on my side, lifting one leg over his shoulder and diving in like a man crazed for the taste of me.
I rocked against him, completely lost in the sensations of his fingers, tongue, and lips—everywhere it seemed. He set the rhythm with his hands on my ass, clearly unconcerned about his ability to breathe as he didn’t seem to take a moment to pause.
“Use your pillow to scream into, gorgeous. Don’t need anyone hearing you four rooms down.”
Good thing he thought of that precaution as I turned my head just in time. The orgasm tore through me with a vengeance, and before I could register him moving, he’d flipped me over, my ass in the air and thrust from behind, deep inside of me. I gasped, pushing back into him.
“Jesus, I can still f
eel your pussy contracting.” He pulled my hips up to a higher angle and drove into me, relentless with his strokes.
His fingers came around circling my clit, and I could feel myself building yet again. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He muttered a curse. “You’re determined to make me lose control, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried out when his hands dug into my hips, and he went even deeper, pounding into me in a delicious rhythm. Coming spectacularly, I felt the sensation of his hot release following mine minutes later. He pulled out slowly while I collapsed on my stomach, not able to stay upright a moment longer, especially with my hands still tied.
Turning me over, he removed the blindfold first, searching my face as he freed my hands. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, smiling. “Nope. Not at all.”
He braced his weight above me, dipping his head for a slow kiss. His tongue met mine with the taste of myself fresh on his lips. “And now, we make love.”
My breath hitched when his hand slid down to my center, fingering the silky wetness from the both of us over my clit in precise circles. I couldn’t believe that after two orgasms my body was greedy enough to crave another. His mouth inched down my neck, licking, biting, sucking down to my breasts, where he lavished equal attention on each, worshiping me slowly before he moved further down.
“You’re not going to—Ah—” His mouth fastened on my engorged nub, much to my surprise that he’d want to after sex.
He teased me to the brink with his mouth before inserting a finger. “Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?”
“No. I loved it.”
“God, you’re perfect.” He lifted me up, shifting positions and allowing me to straddle him while he was lying on his back. When I took his erection in my hands, he warned me, “Put me inside of you slowly.”
Hovering over his tip, I sank down, savoring every inch while watching his face the entire time. Then his hands held my hips completely still, not allowing me to move.
“Kiss me,” his hoarse voice requested.
I bent down to meet his lips, groaning into his mouth when his hands started to rock me into him. The friction of the movement was rubbing my clit, which was about to set me off again.
“Not yet.” He slowed the cadence. “I want to come together. Think you can hold off?”
Taking a deep breath, I tried to think of something that would distract me.
Kittens. Cute, little kittens. Colby holding a kitten. Colby eating my pussy. Good lord, I had a dirty mind.
“Earth to Kenz, where’d you go?”
When I explained my failed distraction technique, he chuckled. “As if I needed another reason to adore you. Lean up and let me watch you ride me.”
I complied, loving the sexual control this position offered me to set the tempo.
He raised his head, putting an extra pillow under it, his eyes intently watching where we were joined together. “You’re so fucking sexy. When you were out on the dance floor earlier, I wanted to haul you to the bathroom and fuck you fast and dirty.”
His words made me even hotter for him. “I love it when you talk like that to me, but not as much as I wish you would’ve carried me off that dance floor.” I closed my eyes, fantasizing about it while trying not to go off before him.
He growled. “You should really fear for your safety confessing something like that to me.”
Deciding to literally take things into my own hands, I reached down to rub my clit and witnessed his look of surprise. “Can I help it if you turn me on?”
“Jesus, the feeling is quite mutual. Don’t hold back. I’m close.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I rubbed harder, faster, and locked my eyes on his smoldering gaze until he fell apart with me. Collapsing on his chest after, I enjoyed the attentiveness of his strong hands stroking my back.
“I should probably sneak out soon. The last thing we need is to be caught like this.”
“Good idea.” I yawned and promptly fell asleep with him inside of me.
***
Colby’s panicked voice woke me from a deep sleep. “Shit. What time is it?”
My eyes opened to see him jump out of bed. It took me a moment to remember we were in Vegas and for the events of last night come back to me. “Did we fall asleep?”
Dressing hurriedly in last night’s clothes, he looked over at the clock. “Yeah, but thankfully everyone is probably hungover. It’s still before nine o’clock, which hopefully means I’m safe sneaking out.”
“Mm, I wish you could stay.”
His gaze focused on me, naked on the bed. “Me, too, sweets.” Leaning down, he kissed me. Then he slipped on his shoes and flashed one last PDG before slipping out my door.
I had just rolled over when I heard the raised voices from the hallway. Adrenaline shot through me as I hopped up and slipped on a robe, not bothering to look for the tie. I opened the door meeting the eyes of my brother, whose expression could only be described as confusion morphing into full on rage.
Brian and Colby were squared off in the hallway, but after my brother took one look at me standing in the doorway barely dressed, he went ballistic.
“How could you? With my sister? I trusted you.”
Colby swallowed hard, “I didn’t mean—”
Brian didn’t give him a chance to finish before, his fist met Colby’s jaw, much to my horror. I screamed knowing Colby just couldn’t find the words. “No. Stop. Brian, it’s not what it looks like.”
Colby didn’t bother to fight back, only stood there with his head hung as if in shame.
My brother’s gaze locked on me. “Put some fucking clothes on, Kenzie.”
I winced, realizing I was barely keeping the robe together without the tie. However, I refused to budge. “I’m not leaving with you two fighting in the hall.”
Colby wouldn’t meet my eyes, but I saw him physically react when Josh came out of his room across the way, apparently alerted by the commotion.
Josh looked shocked that the ruckus involved his brother and best friend. “What the hell is going on?” His gaze landed on me and went to my brother.
“Colby slept with my sister,” Brian said, with gritted teeth.
Josh’s face went white, his mouth was grim. “Brian, go talk with Kenzie. Colby, with me. Now.” Josh’s voice was cold, leaving no room for argument.
I watched helplessly while the man I loved walked down the hall without a look back, knowing I couldn’t follow in my current state. Stepping into my room, I left the door open for Brian to follow and took my clothes into the bathroom, frantically throwing on my shorts and a hoodie.
Coming out into my room, I fought the tears while Brian was standing there seething. His eyes focused on the bed and his face turned red with anger all over again at the rumpled state and my clothes strewn about.
I tried to placate him. “We were going to tell you.”
He shook his head. “Tell me what? That my best friend’s brother, who happens to be the biggest manwhore I’ve ever known, has taken advantage of my little sister?”
“It’s not like that.”
“It’s not me bringing you coffee this morning, only to see him coming from your room in last night’s clothes? Were you not standing in your doorway half naked? That’s not what it looked like?”
A knock sounded at the door, and Brian answered it to let Sasha in.
She glanced back and forth between us. “Haylee called and said something happened. What’s going on?”
Great. Bad news definitely traveled fast.
“Colby slept with Kenzie last night is what’s going on. I caught him sneaking out of her room.”
“You make it sound like a one-night stand when it isn’t. We have real feelings for one another,” I argued.
His eyes fixed on me while his jaw hardened. “Stay with her, Sasha. I’m not done speaking with Colby.”
He was out my door before I could stop him.
I turned to
wards Sasha. “I’m not staying here.”
“Good, because neither am I.”
I took a minute to brush my teeth and splash my face, trying to calm myself. “I’m assuming they’re in Josh’s room?”
“I think so, considering Haylee called me from hers.”
Thankfully, we were all on the same floor and knew where everyone was staying. We walked quickly down to Josh’s suite, and I hoped they were still there.
Haylee answered the door with tears in her eyes. “They’re all in the sitting room as not to wake the baby, but it may not be a good idea for you to go in there, Kenzie.” Her face was sympathetic. “I called Mark, and he should be here any minute and may be able to calm everyone down.”
My first inclination was to wait on Mark’s voice of reason. However, when I heard both my brother and Josh laying into Colby from the doorway, I couldn’t help myself. I squared my shoulders and marched into the other room, freezing at the sound of Brian’s voice.
“What gives you the right to touch a girl like my sister? You’ve paid escorts for sex, Colby, and had countless women. And how do you think Kenzie would feel about the sex tape or the coked out sorority girl who almost overdosed during your twenty-first birthday?”
I gasped. I couldn’t help it. Brian bringing up such things to make Colby feel unworthy—it was absolutely stepping over the line.
Colby turned to see me standing there, the color draining from his face the moment he realized I’d overheard my brother. I swear I could see the light extinguish in his eyes.
“You weren’t meant to hear that.” My brother looked apologetic that I had. “I was only trying to emphasize how you deserve better.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.” Shit that came out wrong. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
Brian focused on me. “He’s the reason why you wanted to stay in LA, isn’t he? I thought Mom was crazy when she said she suspected some guy was influencing your decisions. Nope, not my sister, she’s too smart for that.”
Colby’s gaze met mine, his expression showing that my brother’s irrational accusation was sinking in.
Completely stunned, I watched Colby stride out of the room without another word. I glared at Brian and quickly followed after him. I’d have to deal with my brother later.
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