Especially when I feel his tongue back there.
I shout his name, coming all over his face.
He rises to his feet, tearing through his zipper.Within seconds, he's buried inside me, his fist pounding the wall beside my head as he fucks me hard and fast.I bury my face in his throat, trying to stifle my cries as a second orgasm quickly blooms, throwing me over the edge.
He grunts when my body locks down on him, following me over.
We shake and moan together, riding it out.
"Goddamn," he breathes."I needed that."
"I couldn't tell," I say drily.
"Smart ass."He nips my shoulder, making me giggle.
I wriggle for him to put me down, but he pins me against the wall."Where do you think you're going, Éire?"
"We should get out of here before they come looking for us."
"Uh, no.We should stay right here until they give up and stop looking for us," he says, one brow arched."If they can't find us, I don't have to sign autographs again tonight."
"Who says you'll have to sign?"
"History, Ireland.A very long, very sordid history."He tips my chin back, kissing me."I'm fucking terrible at Rock, Paper, Scissors."
I laugh against his lips, more than willing to stay right here until the freaking cows come home if that's what he wants.I'd do anything for this incredible man.Anything.
* * *
"Jesus Christ," he growls an hour later as we pull up outside the hotel."This is chaos."
"Uh-huh," I whisper, shocked at the sheer number of people milling outside.There are so many of them that the police have put up a barricade.I count no less than four news vans parked on the street.It wasn't like this when Shelby and I left.
This is fifty times worse than it was then.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing my sister.
"Hello?"she says, sounding out of breath.
"Hey.Um, have you been to the hotel yet?"
"Not yet.Why?"
"It's a madhouse."
"I know.We were there earlier, remember?"
"Yeah, this is not like it was earlier."I snap a quick picture and send it."Check your texts."
"Hang on."She fumbles around with her phone and then I hear her sharp intake of breath."Holy crap.What happened?"
"I don't know."I open a browser and type in the band's name to see what I can pull up.Surely, someone knows why they're all here now.
As soon as the results load, my stomach sinks like a stone.
Hitched to the Boy Band: Crue Blake Married in Chicago!
"Oh no," I whisper, my hands shaking.
