My eyes went wide. I looked down at Cal.
Cal didn’t stop. He didn’t even flinch. He tightened his grip on my thighs and went harder.
“It’s almost noon!” Evan shouted. “I’m hungry! I know you’re both in there!”
“Just… just a second!” I yelled, my voice strangling as Cal took me to the hilt.
Cal looked up at me, a wicked, devilish glint in his eyes. He knew I was on the edge. He knew Evan was right outside. And he decided to push me over.
He picked up the pace, his mouth working furiously, sucking me with a ruthless rhythm.
“Cal—” I choked out, my body seizing. “I’m gonna—”
He didn’t let up. He suctioned hard, dragging his teeth lightly over the sensitive head, and that was it.
I came hard, crying out as I shot directly into his mouth. Cal didn’t pull away. He took it all, swallowing every drop of my release while Evan pounded on the door again.
“What are you guys doing? Braiding each other’s hair?” Evan yelled.
Cal pulled off with a wet pop, licking his lips. He stood up, looking proud and thoroughly satisfied. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, tasting me on his own tongue, before pulling back with a smirk.
“You’re a mess,” he whispered. “Get dressed.
I was still trembling, clutching the edge of the vanity, trying to catch my breath as Cal wrapped a towel around his hips and walked out of the bathroom.
I heard the hotel door swing open.
“Put some clothes on, Deadlock,” Evan’s voice drifted in. “Nobody wants to see that before lunch.”
“You’re just jealous,” Cal replied, his voice terrifyingly calm. “Peak physical condition.”
I splashed cold water on my face, frantically checked the mirror for any visible marks, threw on a T-shirt and sweatpants, and walked out.
Evan was standing in the middle of the room. Cal was leaning against the dresser.
“Morning,” I managed to say, though my voice was a little breathless and my face felt hot. “Sorry. Shower took a while.”
Evan turned to me. “Morning, Sunshine. You look…”
He stopped.
He looked at me, flustered, red-faced, water dripping from my hair.
Then he looked at Cal. Wet hair. Water still beading on his shoulders.
Then, his gaze drifted past us.
He looked at the beds.
The room had two double beds.
The bed on the left, my assigned bed, was pristine. Military corners. Fluffed pillows. Not a single wrinkle.
The bed on the right, Cal’s bed, was a disaster zone. Sheets ripped off the corners, pillows scattered on the floor, the duvet a tangled, knotted mess in the center where we had thrashed around all night.
It was a smoking gun.
Evan looked at the empty bed. Then he looked at the destroyed bed. Then he looked back at Cal and me.
