by Dawn Ryder
“Let’s catch a shower before the food arrives.”
He rolled over and pulled her with him. The suite had a huge walk-in shower with three showerheads, and he made full use of it. He walked right into the spray and let it soak him as he shook his head to make sure his hair was completely wet. It was incredibly personal to be able to see him in that moment, a secret intimacy she’d never realized could touch her as deeply as it did.
It set off another little warning bell in the back of her head. He was becoming an essential part of her world too easily.
Get a grip, girl…
She hadn’t expected him to spend the night. Kate bit her lip to keep the thought from spilling out of her lips while he adjusted the water temperature. She was leaning against the vanity, trying to decide what to make of his presence and her reaction to it.
He turned and caught her in his caramel gaze. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
She was.
Yup.
Sure was.
Liar…
He was studying her with those amazing eyes, his expression becoming guarded as she hesitated to join him.
“Didn’t expect me to be here?” he asked.
She lifted one shoulder, but the motion felt forced. She let out a long breath. “To be fair, I don’t think I thought that far ahead. You sort of have a way of disarming my entire thought process.”
As in, her brain completely fried every time he kissed her.
His lips twitched, his expression softening into something she was pretty sure qualified for the term “cheeky.”
“You took your clothes off first.” He extended his hand in invitation.
“I did.” She pushed away from the vanity. “You loved it.”
“I did.”
The shower was an enormous, stone-tiled thing. Done in a warm honey tone, it had a bench seat and a collection of bathing items. She put her hand into his and felt herself losing her grip on her brain again.
Obviously the Syon reaction of choice.
The water was splashing all over him, running down his body in torrents.
And she wanted to lick it off him.
“I think I should have left my clothes on last night.”
His jaw jutted out, his expression hardening defensively.
“Because I missed the opportunity to appreciate all of you.” She grabbed a washcloth. “A real shame.”
He relaxed, something flickering in his eyes that looked like relief. She popped open a bottle of bodywash and drizzled it onto the cloth. “You’ve got to be putting in hours of resistance training.”
“Yeah. Need to have the whole package.” He swept her from head to toe.
“You know what a cardio workout is too.”
“Well, there is no fitness fairy.”
She stroked the cloth across his back, turning him away so his cock was out of sight. Her self-control was slipping again. The hard flesh might have been out of sight, but it certainly wasn’t out of mind. The idea was there, teasing her with the memory of just how good sex with him had been. Seriously, she needed to have at least one more bout, just to make sure she hadn’t been hallucinating the night before.
Maybe it had just been sensory overload. Doomed to fade after the intimate explosion.
He made a low sound of appreciation as she washed his back, leaning forward to brace his hands flat on the tile wall of the shower. She swished the cloth back and forth across his tight shoulders and onto his lower back.
“I couldn’t have waited last night for you to do anything to me.” He arched up as she touched the top of his ass. “Which is a disgusting lack of control. I’m not seventeen.”
“Seems pretty fair to me.” It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be making confessions. It was one thing to be overwhelmed by him, another to let him know it. “I couldn’t wait either.”
He looked at her over his shoulder. “I never play fair.”
She bent her knees and drew the cloth along one thigh and down his calf.
He didn’t play fair? No shit.
He turned around when she straightened, and she got stuck in mid-motion, the cloth hanging from her hand as she was reaching for the bottle of bodywash.
Her brain just fried.
In the buff, Syon was perfection. Her breasts felt heavy; her nipples drew tight. It was an uncanny effect, like someone turned her senses up to high.
“Mmmm…my turn…”
She jumped back when he tried to claim the washcloth.
“I’m not finished.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’ll be screaming when I finish you off, baby.”
It was a hard promise, one backed up by the glint in his eyes. The stubble on his chin added to the uncivilized picture he presented.
The combination made her insides churn.
He scooped up the bodywash and clasped a hard arm around her in one of those whip-flash motions of his.
“I think it’s time to multitask.”
He crushed the bottle in his hand, drizzling it all over her body like icing. He dropped it and pulled her tightly against him.
“Now let’s dance, Kate…” She hadn’t noticed the sound system, but the shower had a control pad set right into the stone wall. He punched a couple of buttons, and the first bars of “Insatiable Craving” filled the bathroom.
“I sang this to you the night we met…”
He rubbed his body against hers, rotating, grating, holding her hips and twisting her in the opposite direction so he was sliding across her, the bodywash lathering gently with their motions.
She shuddered, pleasure shooting through her from the full-body contact.
“That’s it.”
He turned her around and ran his hands down her front. Standing up behind her so closely, his cock nestled between her buns. The water was pouring down, but she felt overheated. He started rubbing her at her collarbone, slowly stroking his way to her breasts.
She lifted her head and tipped up her chin, making sure he had a clear path to her breasts.
“I love these.”
He cupped them, his fingers moving through the lather of the bodywash, slipping and sliding around the soft globes as well as teasing her hard nipples.
“Perfect…handfuls…”
She let out a soft snort. “They’re that.”
He positioned her so the water washed the soap off her breasts.
“Don’t hate your curves…” He worked his hands down her body. “You’re sexy as hell…buxom.”
From anyone else, she was pretty sure the word would have sounded idiotic, but there was something in his tone that made her feel ultra-sexy. Like “buxom” wasn’t just a nice way of saying “well fed.”
He slipped his hands down to her hips and clasped them. “Perfect for wrapping my fingers around…”
The bodywash was almost gone now, and her heart was accelerating, the idea of what they could do now that there wasn’t soap on their skin driving her wild. She reached behind her, found his thighs, and purred.
“I normally last so much longer”—he bit her neck—“but not with you.”
She stiffened and opened her eyes. The idea of him with other women bugged her. He stopped moving and turned her around so he could see her expression.
“Sorry. That was me being an insensitive dick.”
“I get it.”
He clasped her against him, still swaying with the beat.
“But I don’t like it.”
She pulled her fingernails down his chest and pushed him back. He went, not because she was stronger, but because he was watching to see what she had planned. He ended up sitting on the stone seat with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.
“Are you jealous, Kate?”
His big cock was jutting up, the head ruby red, his skin shiny with water, making her pulse with need. Today, she enjoyed it, letting it rip through her and savoring the burn.
“Pretty sure.” She reached out and boldly clasped h
im, wrapping her fingers around him at the base and pulling her hand up to the head. His flesh was silky smooth but iron hard.
And thick.
Crap. She never expected to see such a thick cock.
Much less ride it.
He reached around her and cupped her butt, lifting her up to straddle him.
“Good,” he rasped out, clasping her hips and guiding her over his cock. “I’d better not be alone in this.”
She tried to take control by seating herself, but he held her in place and lifted off the seat, sending only the tip of his cock inside her. It set off a shudder that went up her spine and down her legs, curling her toes.
“How do you do that?” she asked, fighting his hold and trying to plunge down on him.
He chuckled ominously and lifted her up and turned around. A second later, she was sitting on the bench, breathless from the abrupt power shift. One moment she was in the saddle and the next she was on her back.
He pressed her thighs wide, exposing her and leaving her fighting a surge of vulnerability. The seat was wide enough for her to lay all the way back. The placement of several rolled-up towels suddenly struck her as very purposeful because her head ended up on them.
“You want to be fucked,” he said slowly, just slow enough that she was hanging on his words.
Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow before responding. “No, I want to fuck you. On top.”
His eyes flickered with hunger, but his jaw tightened. “I like you just like this…all mine to play with.”
She felt that way.
Excitement speared through her, but it collided with her pride. He was already overwhelming her so completely, she wasn’t ready to let it go any deeper.
But all the brawn she’d been admiring allowed him to keep her there, at his mercy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t made her so breathless. Somehow, he’d uncovered a deep, dark secret she hadn’t realized she had.
“I’m very demanding when it comes to my toys…” He pressed her knees wide, shifting his gaze to her pussy as it spread open. “I need to explore every function.”
“Oh…yeah.” Her voice was sultry and breathless.
He shot her one quick glance that made her shiver before focusing on her spread body again. She was riveted by the sight of him standing over her. He sank down to his knees as the song ended and another one began. The shower was still going full blast, steam rolling around the ceiling in a soft cloud.
But none of it mattered as he hovered over her spread sex, his breath teasing her clit before he opened his mouth and laid his tongue on her.
She moaned. A hard sound that was wrung from her.
“I love the sounds you make.”
She forced her eyelids up and found him looking up at her. He teased her with a fingertip, dipping into her slit and rimming the opening to her pussy. “Love knowing I make you make them.”
He thrust up inside her, and she whimpered, needing so much more. She tightened around him, trying to grip his finger.
He let out a groan. “You gotta do that to my dick.”
“Sit your ass back down, and I will,” she promised.
His lips curled. “You’re not asking very nicely.”
“You don’t want me to be nice,” she responded in a sugary-sweet tone.
His face tightened savagely and he gave in and sat next to her. She rolled over to get to his cock. Cupping his balls, she captured the entire head inside her mouth before he got a grip on her shoulders. She swirled her tongue around the thick crest on his head before pulling free. She kept her grip on his balls and squeezed as she made eye contact with him.
“You make a nice toy, Syon Braden,” she cooed.
He cupped her butt and settled her over his cock. “Play with this part of me.”
He pushed her down onto his length. She gasped, the penetration setting loose a slight twinge of discomfort.
He held her still, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
“Sore?”
She shrugged.
He studied her for a moment before his lips rose into a very satisfied grin. She slapped his shoulder.
“Don’t be so pleased with yourself, savage.”
He lifted her and let her slide down his cock as his lips parted. “Can’t help it. You loved every second of getting that way.”
She was seated completely on his length again and tightened her internal muscles around him. He sucked in a breath, his grin fading.
“So did you.”
“Yeah, a whole lot,” he agreed.
He shifted beneath her, lifting her and thrusting into her again before she clamped her thighs around him and held herself down long enough to tighten her muscles around his cock again.
He jerked, his breathing becoming harsh. “I’m still going to eat you out.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, but it set off a tremor inside her.
“I might beat you to that one.” She tightened again and again before he lifted her and hammered several hard thrusts into her. She was sinking into that vortex again, her insides melting into an inferno of need. But she wasn’t finished. She looked him straight in the eye. “Be…the one…to hear you…groaning.”
“We’ll see.”
“We sure will,” she promised.
But thoughts were drifting away again. She fought to maintain control, tightening around him and wringing hard sounds of enjoyment out of him. All the while he held her in place and lifted up to penetrate her, hitting her G-spot with just enough force to push her closer and closer to climax. She needed it now, instead of just craving it.
“That is…fucking…intense,” he groaned out.
She was going to need another shower, because the effort was making her sweat. She tightened and released; he lifted and thrust; she twisted her legs around him tighter and fought to stay seated on his cock. Her clit was throbbing madly, so close to release, but his cock was iron hard now, ready to burst. She struggled to hold back the orgasm, just long enough for her to grip him one final time.
His jaw was tight, his head tilted back, and his lips curled away from his teeth. His fingers were digging into her buns as she felt him giving in. He was thrusting into her, little pistoning motions of his cock that rubbed the hard length against her clit. His come started to burn against her insides as she was ripped away from everything and tossed into a wave of pleasure. It rolled her and sucked her down. She clung to him, the only solid thing in her world as the orgasm tore through her and left her gasping.
* * *
Ramsey was in the suite when they stepped out of the bathroom.
Kate shrieked, recoiling and falling back into Syon.
“What the fuck?”
He lifted her off her feet and went right through the bathroom doorway without a second’s hesitation, setting her on her feet in the hallway.
“Ramsey is here,” she groused at him, trying to wiggle free and get back into the bathroom.
“He’s like a cat, always shows up when the food does. That’s why I ordered so much,” Syon explained like it was no big deal his band buddy was sitting there while she was naked. He wouldn’t get out of the way, but kept moving down the hallway, pushing her closer to Ramsey with every step.
Accepting defeat, Kate pushed away from Syon and hightailed it around the corner and back into the bedroom.
“I’ll purr if you pet me,” Ramsey called after her.
She slammed the door in reply. Her face was flaming, but the food smelled so good. Her belly grumbled loudly, and she cursed before dressing and opening the door.
He’d already seen everything she had. But her cheeks remained on fire as she approached the table. Ramsey made a low sound under his breath. One that sounded like a purr. She shot him a deadly look.
“There is way too much blood in my caffeine system at the moment,” she warned him. “I might just pack you off to the vet to be spayed.”
He smirked at her. “Naw. You
like cock too much for that.”
Syon reached over and thumped him on the head. “Not yours.”
Ramsey gave him a “get real” look. “She hasn’t had a sample yet, so how do you know?”
“Well, second place is first loser,” Syon informed him smugly.
“I’m in an alternate dimension,” Kate said.
They both flashed her grins, unconcerned with her sanity dilemma. She decided to look at what was offered for breakfast.
At one in the afternoon.
Room service had outdone themselves. Or at least the waiter had made sure his tip was going to be big by bringing up a huge amount of food. The table was covered in dishes. Ramsey and Syon had flipped off the stainless steel covers on some of them and were sitting back, chowing down. There were carafes of juice and insulated pitchers of hot beverages.
Ramsey offered her a lazy grin and picked up one of the pitchers. “Coffee?”
Kate grabbed a mug and used a second pitcher to fill it. She took a long sip before shooting Ramsey a hard look. “Let’s discuss some ground rules.”
He sat the pitcher down and picked up his fork. “Think I might have pissed off your girly.”
Syon pushed a chair out for her with his foot. “Eat, Kate. Ramsey is…how did you put it last night? Jerking your chain.”
“Very funny.” But she choked on a giggle. “It is funny. In a payback-is-a-bitch sort of way.” She pulled a cover off a plate and investigated the contents.
Ramsey snorted and smirked at her when she cut him a glare. Syon had his mouth full of scrambled eggs, but his eyes were glittering with amusement. They were like a pair of eight-year-olds, friends to the end. It made them both adorable in a crazy way that tugged on her heartstrings. Syon had his guard down—completely down—and she realized it was a privilege to get to see him this way. She suddenly understood Ramsey’s attitude during his fitting a lot better. They really were tight, and that was something she knew the value of. Friendships like that didn’t come along every day.
So she wasn’t going to be the party pooper.
Or the bitch who needed to bolster her own confidence by trying to change the man she was hooked up with.
“Is this the part where I deal with privacy becoming a casualty?” she asked as she twisted the top off a small jar of strawberry preserves and started spreading it on a slice of toast.