It suits him.
Eric’s mouth drops to my neck, biting hard at my skin, and I whimper in response, my body buckling. He uses hisbody to press mine harder into the wall, forcing me to straighten and making the stucco dig in deeper to my flesh. The pain of it is such a contrast to the overwhelming pleasure shooting through the rest of my body, I actually find myself welcoming it.
He bites me again with a moan, and I can’t take it anymore. Every nerve ending is on fire, and I explode, crying out against the wall as climax takes over my body in fierce waves of electricity.
I rock my hips against his until he follows suit, grunting into my ear as he fills me with a soothing warmth that leaves me so incredibly satisfied.
“Fuck, Sugar.”
Withdrawing from me, he pulls his jeans back up and fastens them, and I do the same with my shorts while I stare at him, semi-stunned by what just happened between us.
“Shit,” he says, grabbing one of my arms. “You’re bleeding.”
“Oh.” I turn my arm over and, sure enough, I am. It’s not much; just a gnarly scrape from the stucco, but my skin is definitely angry. “It’s not a big—”
Before I can even finish my sentence, my arm is in the air and his mouth is on my skin, dragging his tongue over the small nicks, like an animal trying to lick a wound clean. I don’t pull my arm away; I let him do it, gaping at him the entire time, the two of us holding eye contact with each other.
Whoisthis guy?
•
Eric holds my arm under a warm stream of water in the bathroom sink of his suite, so tenderly that right now, he could be a completely different man from the man that was in the alley with me. Pumping a dollop of soap into his hand, he carefully spreads it over my skin, and I hiss at the sting of it.
The music playing from the living room disappears while I watch him clean my wounds; the veins of his arms flexing as he coats my skin in suds, the focus in his pale blue eyes, like he feels responsible. Like it’s his job to fix this.
“You know, Sugar, when you’re bleeding,” he drawls, “that’s probably a good time to use your safe word.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I kind of liked it.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth while he cleans my skin – something I could easily do on my own if I felt like it was even necessary, which I don’t, but I let him do it anyway. His gentle touches are just as electric as the rough ones are.
I came out here for a solo adventure, a little break from my day-to-day life, and judging by the way that Eric is keeping this hotel room, I think he did the same. Yet somehow, we keep finding each other.
I was joking when I said that this was fate, but now...stranger things have happened, I guess.
FOUR
Davis
Colt:You were supposed to be back in the office as of this morning.
Me:Few more days. I got some good shit for you. Check your email in an hour.
I knew he was gonna be pissed, but after I ran into Noelle again last night, I brought her back to the hotel to patch up her arm and we wound up fucking like rabbits past sun up. My entire hotel suite needs a whole goddamn sanitation team to come in at this point.
Colt:Tomorrow.
Colt:We need you back.
One of the benefits of being a co-owner in the company is that I really can’t get fired – a fact I like to remind my best friend of on a regular basis, especially when I want him to partake in some of my favorite hobbies, like staying out until four in the morning getting absolutely shitfaced drunk. It’s only worked once or twice since we started this thing, but I don’t pass up an opportunity, just in case.
I begrudgingly pull out my laptop and draft up a quick batch of emails about the notes I’ve taken so far so I can sendit off to Colt, Logan and the rest of the necessary parties and tell myself I worked today.
“Eric?” Noelle’s voice rings out from the bathroom. “What are you doing today?”
Nothing, until nightfall.
“Was thinking about heading to the beach,” I lie.
