He answers by reaching a hand up and tucking some rogue hair behind my ear and whispering seductively, “Sure it was.”
Okay, I know wewereplaying this silly little game of… oh, I don’t actually know what it would be called… butthattone does not sound like he’s playing a game anymore. He sounds… aroused. I’ve had guys tell me they were attracted to me before, but this… is different. This man has my stomach dropping into my ass at the thought of himwantingme. And whatever cologne he’s wearing is heady and has mewantinghim back.
My eyes find hisveryblue ones and I can’t help but wonder if this is exactly what I need. Don’t they say the best way to get over your ex is to getundersomeone else?Okay, they probably don’t mean using a guy to get over your ex-girlfriend. Or maybe they do.
“Do you ever shut that pretty little brain off and just live in the moment?” he asks, pulling me from my very confusing thoughts.
“Not really.” It’s the best answer I have and it’s all he gets.
He just chuckles, then leans over and places his mouth against my ear. His breath is hot and a shudder runs through me as he whispers, “Come to room 510 if you want to get out of your head. No strings. Just fun.”
And then he’s gone.
And I’m left standing–needy and wet–outside a fucking men’s room.
5
Hayes
Iswipe the key card to the room in a hurry, exhale a large breath as I step in and pull my t-shirt over my head, depositing it on a chair.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” I ask the empty space like it will answer.
I recognized her immediately. The tiny little thing from the wedding. I have no clue who sheactuallyis, nor do I know her name, but damn if her sass didn’t make my dick uncomfortably hard. Which was a welcome distraction from my ruminations over the past couple of hours.
She’s not my type, with her petite frame and shoulder length brunette tresses. Her tits appeared to be not much more than a small handful but damn if I didn’t want to reach out and test the fit. The same goes for her hard nipples that caught my–and my cock’s–attention. If she were brave enough to take me up on my offer, I’d show her just how good I could make them feel with my mouth… and maybe a little teeth.
It’s the alcohol. That’s the only logical explanation. It’s clearly affecting my judgment.
Yeah. That has to be the reason for this strange desire coursing through me.
Or maybe my brain is simply in desperate need for a distraction in the shape of a fucking pixie.
Not like it matters.
The poor thing resembled a baby doe caught in very blinding headlights at my proposal. Those chocolate eyes of hers almost flew out of her head. I know I’m not an unattractive man, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting–just a little.
Her loss. She doesn’t even know the kind of fun she’s missing out on.
A light knock against the heavy metal door breaks the deafening silence as well as my inner thoughts. Christ. I’m even irritating myself tonight.
Not that I’m all that worried, but I–for some reason–decide to look through the peephole before opening the door.
Fucking hell.The scared little doe decided to come and play. She’s braver than I thought.
At least I hope that’s why she’s here.
I open the door to find her standing with her hip jutted out and her arms crossed.
“Nice to see you brought that little attitude of yours with you.” I probably shouldn’t taunt her, but she’s making it pretty easy and over the years, I’ve learned ladies love a little banter.
“You should know you’re not my type,” she spits out, her words hurried.
There’s a slight tremble to her chin that she’s surely trying to hide, but I clock it anyway. She’s nervous and while I can sometimes be a dick, Idon’twant her to be afraid of me. I have no intention of hurting her. Unless we’re talking about losing count of orgasms. I’ve heard that some girls have a limit, although I’ve yet to find it.
“Yeah, you’re not my type either.” I extend my arm and offer her my hand. She audibly sighs, then places her hand in mine. The contrast of my hand dwarfing hers sends a bolt of electricity through me that goes straight to my cock, hardening it in preparation for what it knows is definitely about to happen.
She doesn’t speak, but allows me to pull her into the room. The door clicks shut behind her and she jumps.
