He sighs and nods.
For another beat, we stand there staring at each other until I come to my wits and take a step back to let him in. Lemon walks inside as I guide the door closed behind him. Not allowing it to slam this time, but also making sure it shuts securely.
“What’re you doing here?” I ask.
“I was guilted into attending my sister’s wedding,” he answers as he sets his chicken on the TV stand.
“That’s an… interesting choice of wedding attire.”
He smirks as he faces me. “I didn’t want to be there, but my mother is quickly becoming my least favorite person.”
“I’m glad someone outranks me now.”
Lemon rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t try to hide the smile on his lips. Then his gaze takes me in, and I can feel the heat crank between us.
“Are you staying in the hotel?” I ask.
He nods. I’m pretty sure it’s a subconscious movement when he licks his lips. “End of the hall. I saw you walking into your room when I got off the elevator. I didn’t know you were staying here. Also, I didn’t make the reservation.”
Crossing the space between us, I grip his hips and pull him against my body. His breath catches. “I don’t care if you had followed me, Lemon,” I murmur, running my lips across his jaw. “I’m glad you’re here.”
He shivers, his hands sliding up my chest. “You are?”
I nod, nipping at his neck. “Want to stay with me tonight, Lemon?”
A quiet sound leaves his throat, and he nods. “I uh… I have…” He glances at his chicken.
“A pet,” I note.
Lemon blinks a few times before snorting. “I didn’t want to be here, and I swear, I have legitimate reasons. I’m not just being a bitch,” he says defensively.
I cup his cheek and his breath catches. “I’m not judging you.”
“Everyone judges,” he whispers.
Shaking my head, I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m really not. I’m judging the chicken for his weird paint job.”
Lemon laughs. “I bought that for Pride Parades. It’s rubber, so painting it wasn’t going to hurt it.”
“Rubber cock. I feel like there’s an innuendo there.”
“Technically speaking, it’s a hen. But yes, that’s why I bought it.”
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and listen to him moan. “Lemon, I’m not judging,” I say again. “I don’t care where you’re coming from or what you’re wearing. But you’re sexy as hell. Did you know?”
Lemon shivers. His hands curl in my shirt before his fingers dip into my pants. “I have condoms and stuff in my chicken.”
Laughter bursts out of me. That’s a weird sentence. Period. “Yeah? You plan to get laid at your sister’s wedding?”
He rolls his eyes. “No. I did say that’s for Pride Parades, right?”
“And sex is part of Pride Parades?” I ask, dropping my hands to his ass. “Just want to know how these things work.”
“No. I mean, you never know where you’re going to meet someone,” he admits. “It’s always best to be prepared.”
I love how breathless his voice gets when I haul his body against mine by his round ass, making his feet leave the ground. His hand slips further into my pants as he rubs my cock. It’s ready for him. I swear, it’s always ready for him.
“See if your pecker will give up the goods he’s keeping,” I murmur.
