A few hours later, we arrive back at the hotel. I'm buzzed with champagne and happiness. The elevator ride is crowded, and everyone reminisces about Chaos in that ridiculous diaper.
“Night, lovebirds,” Eagle calls as we reach our floor.
“Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” Chaos adds with a wink.
“That leaves literally everything,” Amy taunts.
Frost's hand is warm on my lower back as we walk down the hallway. The second our door clicks shut behind us, the energyshifts. He leans against the door, watching me with those dark eyes that make my stomach flip.
“Come here,” he says, voice low.
I shake my head, backing toward the bed. “No. You stay right there.”
His eyebrow lifts. “Okay?”
I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
The hunger that flashes across his face sends heat pooling between my thighs. I turn slowly, letting him see as I slide the zipper down, and the fabric loosens around my body. I glance over my shoulder as he adjusts himself through his jeans.
Perfect.
I let the dress fall, pooling at my feet in a whisper of silk. I'm wearing a blue lace matching bra and thong set I bought specifically for tonight. I step out of the dress and turn to face him.
His jaw tightens. “Fuck, Hope.”
I reach behind me to unhook my bra, letting it drop. His eyes track every movement as I slowly slide my panties down my legs and kick them aside. I'm completely bare, standing in nothing but my heels.
“Your turn,” I say.
He pushes off the door, yanking his shirt over his head. His belt hits the floor with a metallic clink, jeans next, and last, his boxer briefs. Before I know it, he's naked too, his cock already hard and thick.
I walk toward him, hips swaying, and push him down onto the bed. He reaches for me as I climb on top of him and straddle his hips. His cock presses against me, and I grind down slowly, teasing.
“Jesus,” Frost groans, hands gripping my hips.
I lean down and capture his mouth with mine. His tongue slides against mine as his hands roam my body. I rock against him, feeling him throb beneath me, and heat coils tight in my belly.
I kiss along his jaw, down his neck, tasting salt and skin. His chest rises and falls faster as I work my way down, kissing and licking, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my lips. My stomach twinges with a little flutter of discomfort, but I ignore it.
Not now!
I kiss down his abs, feeling them tense under my mouth. His cock is right there, thick and ready. I wrap my hand around the base and begin to stroke him slowly.
“Hope,” he breathes, voice rough.
I look up at him through my lashes to see the raw need on his face. Leaning forward, I lick the tip, tasting the bead of precum. Frost’s hips jerk in response.
My stomach cramps again, harder this time, but I push it away. I take him into my mouth, sliding down his length, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, hand tangling in my hair.
I work him with my mouth and hand, finding a rhythm, loving the sounds he makes. The groans, the curses, and the way he says my name like a prayer. My stomach twists again, sharper now, and I try to breathe through it.
And then it happens.
One second, I'm taking him deep, and the next, my stomach lurches violently. I gag, not from him, but from the sudden, overwhelming nausea. I don’t lift my head in time as I start to throw up with his cock still in my mouth.
“Shit!” I pull off him, hand over my mouth, but it's too late. Vomit splatters across his thigh and the bed. I roll off him and stumble toward the bathroom.
