Fair fucks to him—no one without balls would understand how much this hurts. I could almost feel for him.Almost.“What was that?”
“I hear you—I fucking hear you!”
“You will treat her with nothing but respect. To you, she will be like a far and distant land—like ancient Egypt. Interesting but unreachable. Something you cannot touch. Unless you want to lose these for good.” I make to grab him again, and he flinches. Like I want to touch his sweaty ball sack! It’s a necessary evil, that’s all. Something to get my point across. “In fact, I don’t think you should even say her name.”
“Okay. Okay!”
“Pussy voodoo,” I spit, releasing him to collapse into a heap.
I wash my hands, muttering in Spanish and ignoring the sound of him retching and the sight of him on all fours. I’d call him a pig, but that would be insulting poor swine.
Bullies. Man, how I fucking hate them.
Chapter 9
Ryan
My heart is aflutter as I watch Matt cross the vast foyer, his gait all loose-limbed confidence and ease. Yet the look in his eyes speaks of intensity.
“I thought you’d forgotten me.”
“As if that were even possible.” He draws me to him as though this is an exchange we’ve had a hundred times.A hundred hellos and a hundred goodbyes.“They were out,” he whispers in my ear.
“Out?” I pull back a little. A bathroom out of condoms?
“I had to try a couple of floors before I found a machine not empty.”
“Really?” Pretty sure my eyes bug.
“Weddings.” He shrugs, staring down at me half amused, half in lust. “They give everyone the horn.”
“The what?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Everyone’s up for it. Weddings are notorious places for people hooking up. Stands to reason, I suppose. People dressed to impress, free-flowing alcohol, and pheromones in the air. And that is a very lovely dress,” he says as his eyes slide over me, all but taking it off.
“I like nice clothes.” My words come out shaky as anticipation tumbles hotly through me.
I treat myself to quality in all forms. It’s one of the perks of no longer being poor.
“Oh, it shows.” He pulls me close again, and my eyes flutter shut at the caress of his breath against my neck. “I’ve been thinking about peeling you out of this dress, while trying to talk myself out of it,” he adds with a dark chuckle, “since the minute you took my hand and demanded I come with you.”
A thrill zips down my spine. “I’m not sure that’s exactly how things went.”
“Liar.” He presses a heavenly kiss to my neck, his tongue a deft flick over my thudding pulse.
“Sounds like you’re accusing me of being bossy,” I say as he pulls back again.
“I’m saying I’m pretty sure you can do anything you put your mind to.”
You. I want to do you.
“Also, I have an idea.” There’s that spark in his gaze again, a little bit of wrong wrapped up in all that nice.The fun kind of wrong.So this time, it doesn’t catch me by surprise as he takes my hand. He takes two backward steps, and I see the flash of a grin as he turns. He strides in the direction of the check-in desk, pulling me along for the ride.
“I’d like to book a room.”
“I’m so sorry, sir, we’re fully booked,” answers the first available desk clerk.
“A hotel this size?”
