Reaching over, he rubbed his hand over my thigh. “Relax, John. It’ll be fine. We’ll get what we need tomorrow.”
Nodding, I kept my eyes on the road while his heat radiated through my pants, doing crazy things to my heart. I needed to change the subject before he slipped his hand away.
“How did you convince GQ to book us atThe Hotel Castro? Or do I want to know?”
Brent smiled and patted my thigh. “I told him we needed to be in the middle of the action if we had to spend the day hunting down Turner. We were lucky as hell that they had availability. It only has twelve rooms.”
“Really? It wasthateasy?”
“He’s a stand-up guy. Since he’s all loved up with Dom and Livie, he does whatever he can to make us happy. Now that Dare’s married, I guess it’s about me. That now means you too.”
He removed his hand and sat up to get his phone. “Gotta check us in using the App.”
Brent took care of the room as I took exit 52 from the interstate onto Diamond Street.
As we drove north up and down the iconic hilly terrain in San Francisco, the bay came into view from atop a hill. The neighborhood was filled with old and new family homes that sat side by side, sharing a common wall, sandwiched together with no space between. It made me anxious just looking at all the cars parallel parked on the street.
“Okay, we’re checked in,” he said, drawing my attention to him. “But you’re not gonna be happy, hubs.”
I grinned at his nickname as I glanced over and gestured toward the houses. “Why? And could you imagine living that close to your neighbors?”
“The only room available has two twin beds.” He glanced over at the passing houses after dropping that bomb. “Holy fuck that’s close.”
I laughed. “Very little yard work to do. That could be a plus.”
“But what if the walls are thin? I wouldn’t want my neighbors to hear me railing someone.”
“True,” I replied, not mentioning the only railing in his future would be with me. I’d let him have a turn at my ass if he wanted it.
“You are loud when you beg. I’m going to have to find a way to shut you up. Might have to find a toy store close by.”
“Last time I checked, there were 576. And I’m not any louder than you. We’ll make a video and see who’s the loudest.”
Smirking at this outrageous conversation and how he knew that odd piece of trivia, I made the turn onto 18th Street. “So you want to make a sex tape. I guess we could do that.”
Pulling up to the modern-looking hotel that sat on the left, I parallel parked on the street close to the entrance. When we got out, I grabbed my bag and automatically reached for his. “Looks like they have a terrace.”
“Yeah, they do. I’ll take you up there tonight.”
Following Brent to the door, he pulled it open, then held it for me to enter ahead of him. I smiled at the gesture he probably didn’t realize he was making.
“Age before beauty,” he teased, winking at me.
“Smartass,” I mumbled, trying not to smile.
We passed the Lobby Bar and took the stairs to our room. As promised, two single beds sat inside the originally decorated space. Its vibe was perfectly San Francisco, and the shower was more than large enough for two.
Tossing our bags on the other bed, I leaned down to test the firmness of the mattress. I chose the one against the wall, because it would keep one of us from falling out. He just thought we weren’t going to share a bed.
“What’s the plan?” I asked as he grinned down at his phone. I was almost afraid to hear his answer.
“Hell, yeah! Tonight is Underwear Night at my favorite club. You up to grab some dinner, and head over there?”
I held up my hand. “Wait. What exactly does that mean?”
That beautiful grin I was falling for took over his face. “We strip down to nothing but our underwear. And I brought some of my favorites. They’re so barely there we could probably fuck on the dance floor.”
I was going to have a heart attack. “We are not fucking on the dance floor. We can stay here for that.”
