Realizing we’d more than worn out our welcome, we started off.
“Did you talk to your brother before you headed out?” I asked him.
“I said my goodbyes. He seemed a little too busy to be bothered, but that’s not really anything new when you know my brother.”
It didn’t sound encouraging or like they were making any progress in terms of communicating with one another.
“And Sharon?”
“She was thrilled I was coming to see you. Not as thrilled as Cassie, but surely she can tell I’m a little hung up. In fact, it’s something I’ve had to admit to myself more and more recently.”
“Well, I’m very pleased to be added to your long list of lovers that you’ve been hung up on.”
“Keegan, I don’t get hung up. Ever.”
“I guess you can’t say that anymore, then.”
Owen looked at me again, that feral passion in his expression. But we finally managed to control our impulses. I figured it was at least in part because we both realized the sooner we returned to the hotel, the sooner we’d be able to sate this desire within us.
After we checked Owen in, I noticed myself keeping a little distance from him as we headed down the hall to his suite. I thought we’d make it to the room, but again, Owen abandoned his suitcase and hooked his arms around me, pushing me back against the wall right outside his room.
My lips were all his as his tongue possessed my mouth.
The taste at the airport certainly hadn’t been enough, not to quench this deep thirst Owen had awakened within me. He brought me to life, particularly the way he got my dick sliding up along my thigh as the intensity of our kisses escalated with each lick…each perfect nibble.
We clawed at each other’s clothes, tugging desperately.
“I was so close to being good,” he whispered before my lips slammed down against his once again.
I fought out, “I don’t really want you to be good. It’s an emergency.”
I could feel his smile against my face just as I heard his suitcase slam against the floor, like it had against the asphalt outside my car. He pulled his lips away from mine, turning. “Damn, I think I’m going to have to get new luggage.”
It gave us an opportunity to open the door and pull his bag inside.
He came at me, and I hooked my arms around his neck before leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He growled, making that familiar sound with his throat that was so pleasant to my ears.
“Fuck me, Owen. Fuck me right now.”
“With pleasure.”
26
Owen
Somehow in our frenzy of passion and kisses, we managed to make it to the bedroom.
With my arms tucked under Keegan’s thighs, I leaned forward, laying him across the bed, my lips meeting his, then traveling from his mouth to his chin, down his neck. He rolled his head back against the comforter, releasing that same moan I’d heard him offering the past few minutes since we entered my hotel room.
The pressure in my cock, intense, almost maddening, made me go at Keegan even more. I hiked his shirt up as I kissed down his chest, down the subtle dip in the middle of his torso, to his navel.
He shook slightly.
“Did you bring any condoms with you?” he asked.
I snickered while sliding one out of my back pocket, then grabbing a small bottle of lube from the front.
“Oh wow. You were really ready.”
