Adam bit down on his tongue to keep from sounding too harsh when he snapped at Dan. “And doyouhave the will yet?” Still, he raised his brows accusingly.
“Point taken,” Dan said. “It should be in by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Results pending, two minutes.”
Adam stared at the shot glass that he kept spinning in his fingers, his breath hitching as his racing thoughts dragged him down into a familiar pit of fear.
Paul’s hand braced Adam’s shoulder. An anchor. As if he’d known Adam was in need of one.
“Sssh, they’re announcing the results!”
* * *
Dorian Blake won the election.
Adam knew he would. It didn’t make the blow any less hard when it finally hit. Though it was all part of the new plan, it felt wrong to allow Dorian Blake to have the win.
It had been a difficult thing to watch play out on screen. As Blake’s name was announced. As cheers erupted on the steps of City Hall. As he picked Mercedes up in his arms and twirled her into a kiss. Adam raged so hard upon seeing it that he shattered the glass in his hand, and could instantly feel his friends stiffen to keep their heads forward.
With a deep breath, Carlos said, “So, he really did it.”
“Course he did,” Dan snapped.
Adam’s jaw tensed as he brushed away the glass shards before reaching for another and finishing the drink in one gulp.
They spent the next few hours at the bar, with the election footage still playing in the background, and reporters replaying highlights. That damned image of Blake twirling Mercedes into a kiss played enough times that Adam’s eyes burned. Until the merciful bartender shut off the channel.
At about eleven PM, Adam took his cue to leave. “I’m going back to the room. I have some stuff I need to take care of.” There was nothing warm in his tone as he headed for the front door.
He heard rather than saw Carlos jump up to try to follow him. Stopping dead in his tracks, Adam tensed.
“Don’t,” Paul said to Carlos.
“I left my sunglasses up there,” Carlos said.
Laughing, Paul said, “You don’t wanna go up there right now, man, trust me.” When Adam heard the sounds of his friend pulling Carlos back down into the seat, he smiled.
* * *
“Oh God, I’m almost there,” Mercedes said.
It was a perfect kind of torture, Adam had decided. Having her above him, moving on him while he was inside her.
He needed the hotel room to himself for the night because, as was becoming routine, this was the only time he could steal precious moments with her.
She sat on top of him, with his wrinkled navy sheets wrapped around her waist and her hands pressed against his chest. “Almost...almost...” she said.
He smiled lazily, like it was a dream, and all his wishes were coming true. He grabbed her hips to speed her momentum. Trying not to hold his breath, Adam groaned as she sped up.
He held one hand at the back of her waist while running his other rough, calloused palm up her belly to her breasts. Palming them for a moment, squeezing tightly, she moaned his name when his hand moved back to her hip.
“Please,” was all she said through breathless, panting puffs. Her head was raised to the ceiling, eyes rolling back in her head, but still she smiled wide when his hands traveled south.
Her hands were thrashing, gripping his chest so tightly that it hurt as she drew nearer and nearer to orgasm. He moved his other hand to the center of her thighs, gently stroking her clit.
“Fuck,”she breathed. “Just like that.”
Nails digging into his tattooed arm, she gripped him hard as she moaned her climax. He felt her pussy tighten on him, and he slid his hand from her thighs to turn her over and pin her beneath him.
