“Biblical,” I whispered under my breath.
Cal looked at me, the heat in his eyes enough to melt the windshield. “Drive faster.”
We walked into the lobby, dragging our gear bags. It was late, and the lobby was quiet.
“Alright,” Evan yawned, heading for the elevators. “I’m crashing. Don’t wake me up before noon tomorrow. I’m using the off day to sleep in a coma.”
“Night, Evan,” I said.
“Night, Si. Night, Deadlock.”
“Die in your sleep, Evan,” Cal replied cheerfully.
We watched Evan get into the elevator. As soon as the doors slid shut, the cheerful mask dropped off Cal’s face.
He didn’t say a word. He grabbed the front of his hoodie, the one I was wearing, and yanked me toward the second elevator bank.
We rode up in silence. Cal stood in the corner, staring at me, his chest heaving. He looked like he was debating whether to kiss me or fight me.
The elevator dinged at the eighth floor.
Cal marched down the hall, swiped the key card, and shoved the door open. He waited for me to step inside, then slammed the door and threw the deadbolt.
“Begged you?” Cal growled, dropping his bag and stalking toward me. “You told him I begged you?”
“I said ‘she’,” I breathed, backing up until my legs hit the edge of the mattress.
“I knew who you meant,” Cal said, crowding into my space, his eyes blazing. “And I saw the way you looked when you said it. You liked that story, didn’t you? Pretending you were the one in control?”
“Maybe,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Cal smirked, a dangerous, predatory thing. He reached out, shoving me backward onto the bed.
“Well, lucky for you, we have an off day tomorrow,” Cal said, crawling over me. He grabbed the hem of the hoodie. “So you have all night to show me exactly how rough you think you are. But first… keep this on. I’ve been waiting all week to fuck you in this.”
Sunlight was assaulting my eyelids.
I groaned, trying to roll over, but I was pinned. A heavy arm was draped over my waist, and a very solid, very warm chest was pressed against my back.
I blinked my eyes open, staring at the digital clock on the nightstand.10:45.
“Stop moving,” Cal grumbled against the back of my neck, his voice thick with sleep. “Too early.”
“It’s almost eleven,” I whispered, though I settled back into him.
I shifted my legs, and a sharp, delicious ache shot through my hips and inner thighs. It was that specificgoodsore, the kind that made me want to curl my toes. My back felt tight, my knees were tender, and I could feel the ghost of his grip still branded on my waist.
Cal felt me wince. His hand slid down my stomach, resting heavy and possessive over my hip bone.
“You okay?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You hurting?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, relaxing into his touch. “But… the good kind.”
“Good,” Cal smirked against my skin. “We went hard last night. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to walk today.”
“I didn’t exactly fight you on it,” I whispered, memories flashing in my mind.
The way he had bent me over the small room desk while I was still wearing that hoodie. The way he had forced me to look in the mirror while he pounded into me, making me repeat the story I’d told Evan. The way he had flipped me onto my back and ravaged me until I was sobbing his name into the hotel pillow.
