“I hate to change the subject, but we’ve got about two point five seconds until the menfolk converge on us. Apparently, they didn’t plan too well. They’re out of snacks and drinks.” Serena holds up the phone, showing off the message she received from Crew. I don’t think I’ve ever wished for men to intrude on a girl’s night until now.
“Thank you,” I mouth back at her, unsure if what she said is true or not. Either way, the girls bemoan the situation for a few minutes, each of them full of shit, and I say this with nothing but love and affection. They go hard for their men, and their men go even harder for them.
“You’re welcome,” Serena replies, which means she did the Lord’s work and rounded up the troops. A good thing since we’re finishing up on our nails. We started with massages and facials before moving on to the last part. And we still have the firepits reserved to make s’mores. Something tells me that the event might not happen after all.
“Love you, baby sis.” Shae comes over to me, dropping a peppermint in my lap. “This is from Gallo,” she says with a wink. I furrow my eyebrows, trying to read between the lines.
“What’s going on?” I ask, realizing she’s got an ace up her sleeve. A poker face she does not have, which is why I can read her like a book.
“You’ll see.” She meanders away, floating with her movements with a glow surrounding her. She and the others swear it’s the pregnancy hormones, I think it has a lot more to do with my sister being in love.
“The life of the party is here.” Jagger strolls in, followed by the others one by one. Asher, Trent, Tysen, Johnny, Jude, Crew, Matthew, and then saving the absolute best for last, Tony. His eyes clock me immediately. I slowly unwrap the peppermint candy, his gaze intent, and when my lips wrap around the delicious sweet, he prowls toward me. The hunger written on his face says it all. The candy my sister said was from him still doesn’t add up, but maybe he knew they’d be here. And the man has made many remarks about liking my taste.
“Gesù Cristo, I love the look you have on your face right now,” he says by way of greeting. His lips find mine. The kiss is short and sweet, too short. The low groan bubbling from his chest tells me Tony thinks so, too.
“Did you guys have a good time or miss us too much?” I ask, realizing that the room is clearing out. Everyone is dispersing. So much for us all hanging out together. I don’t mind, and I’m sure neither will Shae. She’s breaking all kinds of traditions, including not seeing the groom the night before or the day of the wedding.
“It’s impossibly hard to have fun when Johnny cleans us all out within a few hours’ time. I’m beginning to think it wasn’t only Luke who was antsy.”
“And you wouldn’t happen to fall into that category, would you?” I take Tony’s offered hand helping me out of my seat. We’re all in long terrycloth robes and similar style slippers with the hotel's name stitched on the front. Did I mention Luke told me to go wild with whatever Shae wanted? The hotel pulled out all the stops, decorations included. The winter wonderland theme is carried throughout, since, you know, our friend circleand family are massive, and the hotel is rented out for the entirety of our stay and their wedding.
“I guess you’ll find out soon enough. Come on, trouble, let’s get out of here.” He guides me through the spa, and when we walk down the hallway, he never lets go of my hand while I'm trying my hardest to figure out where we're going.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask when we stop at the elevator. Tony presses the up button, and I’m hit with a sudden wave of sadness that he could be walking me up to my hotel room. I remain quiet, trying my best to stay optimistic.
“Tony,” I say his name just as the doors open. He guides me inside, then hits the level nine for his floor. My own is two below his. Finally, my nerves settle, only for them to ramp up again when he crowds me in the corner, hand sliding inside the robe to cup my breast, and his lips land on mine. “The cameras.”
“Jude,” is the only thing he says, and I let go as Tony takes control, finding my back yet again against a wall of some sort, exactly where he wants me and where I want to be.
SIX
Tony
“Gesù Cristo,” I mutter against the curve of her neck, and her hand flutters to the back of my head. Mine meets the barest of fabric, soft to the touch and warm from her body heat.
“Tony.” Coralynn is going to my head like a shot of whisky. My senses are solely focused on her. I mold my hand to her breast, cupping it while strumming my thumb over her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath.
“The way you say my name when you let go, it’s the sweetest sound you can make, especially when you’re coming for me.” I’m tempted, so damn tempted, to open her robe even further or slide my hand down the slope of her abdomen, delve between her sweet-as-hell thighs, and see how wet she is for me.
“The door, it’s open and dinging.” I’m so wrapped up in her that I didn’t even hear the bell.
“Fuck.” I resituate the gaping fabric, pulling it closed before I move away too far. While Jude can control the cameras, he can’t do shit about people invading a public space.
“Yes, please.” I smirk at her wanting the exact same thing as me, but before that happens, she needs to know that this isn’ta game of cat and mouse. This is real, this is raw, and this is forever.
“Soon.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder to guide her out of the elevator. I sprung for a suite, one with an outdoor area, much like the girls had booked for tonight, except it’s private, and there’s a hot tub as well. In fact, I’m pretty sure most of the guys did the same, enjoying the fruits of our labor and getting their money’s worth with the wedding and vacation wrapped up in one.
“Not soon enough, I assure you,” she says beneath her breath. I’m in complete agreement, and so is my cock. The blue balls I’ve had every time I’m around Coralynn for any amount of time makes it that way. And when I do get off, with or without her, it’s never enough.
“Come on, trouble. Let’s get inside before we’re once again in a precarious situation. Only this time, it’s your sister and our friends who catch us.” I look down as she meets my gaze, sending her a wink. Her cheeks redden with color, eyes taking on that glossy quality, and I know if we don’t get out of the open, neither of us will be able to keep our hands off the other. As it is now, Coralynn has a hand in the back pocket of my jeans and the other on my waistband, fingers attempting to slide inside.
“Says the man who seems to always start something he can’t finish.” I pull my key card out and use it to open the door, all the while looking at her with an eyebrow quirked up. “Okay, fine, except for the other night. That was hot, and I want to watch you lose control, minus our clothes. Please?”
“You won’t ever hear me tell you no when it comes to us being together, Coralynn.” The door opens. The lights in the sitting room are dim, and the door leading to the balcony is ajar.
“Wow, I’m having regrets about not taking you up on the offer to room with you.” She breaks away from me and heads straight for the outdoor area. I follow behind her. I’d suggestedearlier in the week that she could cancel her reservation and stay with me, which is where she’d more than likely end up anyway. She didn’t want to put me out, insisting she’d be coming and going at all hours of the day to help Shae. Which, from the text she sent early this morning, was the absolute truth. They had to go through one final walk-through. I’d barely been awake when the text went off, and Coralynn was on her second cup of coffee, complaining that it could have been an email all along and that Shae’s wedding planner is a pain in her ass.
Along the way, I kick off my shoes, pull my shirt over my head, discarding it near a chair, and work my belt off. Through it all, she’s moving from place to place.
