Luna breaks.
Her small hand lands on my thigh under the table cloth. She squeezes the muscle harder than I thought she could, and I have to hold back a groan of pleasure. It makes me think about the way she would handle my cock.
I haven’t pushed her to touch me, touching her has been enough. But I think about it constantly, almost as much as I think about the fact that men got to her before me. It’s possessive and dark and something I haven’t felt before. She should have been mine as soon as I realized I wanted her, and with me waiting, someone else got to have what was mine.
Her hand glides up and down my thigh with promise. Her thumb lightly grazes against my dick, making a loose puff of air escape my lips.
I twirl her hair and lean in to whisper against her ear. “Do you want to get a room?” I ask, hopeful. If she says no, that’s fine. If she doesn’t want to go any further than we’ve gone previously, also fine. It’s not as if she hasn’t been sleeping in my bed every night anyway.
There is something about the promise of staying at a hotel room, though. It feels seedy, and I can’t help wanting to do so many depraved things to my sweet little Luna.
She nods her head, her hand moving closer to my upper thigh before removing it completely. When I look up, Keith and Darcy are both giving us concerned looks.
“Can I help you?” I ask both of them, who shake their heads immediately.That’s what I fucking thought.
We finish semi-listening to the presenter when they announce the donation amount for tonight and to enjoy the rest of the celebration.
I plan to enjoy tonight, just not around these pricks. Immediately, I’m out of my seat and pulling out my chair before holding out my hand. Keith goes to speak, but I wave him off, grabbing Luna’s hand in mine, dragging her through the banquet hall to the lobby of the hotel.
“Good evening, how can I help you?”
“I would like a room for tonight.”
The hostess smiles at me and searches her computer. “We only have the honeymoon suite,” she says like that’s a bad thing.
“We’ll take it.”
She clears her throat. “It is four-thousand a night.”
“Perfect,” I slap the card down on the counter with my ID and slide it over to her.
“Ian, we can just go home. It’s not a big deal.”
I grab her by the nape of her neck, my fingers tangling in her wavy hair and dragging her close to my chest.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” I tell her. She may be wearing scent-blocking panties, but I can still scent her. The little hint of lavender and vanilla wafting off of her is everything I need to know.
The hostess smiles, handing me back my credit card and the two room keys. “Enjoy, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.”
Oh… I fucking like that.
“Come on, Mrs. Martinez,” I tell her with a grin and take her hand to the elevator. It feels like it takes forever for us to get from the lobby to the honeymoon suite. But when I walk in, it’s so worth it. We both take a few moments to take in the luxury of the suite that faces the ocean before she licks her lips and looks up at me.
“Sit in that chair,” she says. My ass is in the chair quickly as I look up at her. “Where’s your phone?”
I take my phone out of the inside of my jacket and hand it to her. “Passcode?” she asks with an arch of her eyebrow.
“2502”
She blinks at me a few times, knowing that it’s her birthday as she puts the code in, and the beat of dance music fills the suite.
I spread my legs wide, and she steps between them. Her hands grip the back of the chair, and mine immediately grab her hips.
“I didn’t like the way that Beta looked and spoke to you,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I didn’t like the way Keith stared at you.”
“You’re mine,” she whispers softly. Her fingers are touching the back of my neck. I swallow and nod my head. “I think you need a reminder.” Her hands are a little shaky, and I can tell she is nervous about taking control. Every time we’ve done something, I’ve initiated.
