Page 108 of Play Maker

“I never would have thought—” Jace started.

“What?”

“That we’d end up here,” he confessed, our gazes holding. “And that you’re a secret cuddler.”

His teasing comment had me nipping his shoulder in retaliation.

“I’m sonota cuddler,” I grumbled.

“Are you going to let go of me?”

I grunted instead of responding. But I still didn’t release him.

“See?”

“I’m just resting until I catch my breath.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Jace rubbed my arm.

The one that was wrapped tight around him.

Before I could utter a response, there was a knock at the door.

“Just ignore it,” I murmured and kissed Jace’s neck.

There was another knock, louder this time. Then a voice called ‘Jace.’

It was Finn. Jesus Christ.

“What’s he doing here?” I whispered.

“Shit, his bag,” Jace replied. “Get in the bathroom. Hurry.”

“This better be the only interruption tonight,” I grumbled and reluctantly let go of Jace.

He slid off the bed, grabbed his jeans off the carpet, and quickly stepped into them, zipping up. His hair was mussed, and I’d left hickeys all over his back and neck. There was no mistaking that he’d just been fucked.

Fucked by me. He was all mine.

“Stop ogling and get in the bathroom,” Jace hissed as he motioned for me to move my butt.

While he grabbed his shirt, I padded off to the bathroom. The ache in my ass was really intense, but I loved it. Because it meant Jace and I were real.

Hiding behind the bathroom door, I left it ajar so I could hear what was going on. I counted Jace’s footsteps as he walked to the door and then the click of the lock opening.

“Hey, Finn, what’s up?” Jace asked, his voice hoarse.

“I need my overnight bag.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” Jace returned. “Hold on, I’m just…ah…about to hop in the shower. Stay here and I’ll get it for you.”

The door slammed and Jace whizzed by. I heard what I assumed was Jace opening the closet door and then he was running by again. Another click, and another creak from the heavy hotel door.

“Here you go, Finn. Have a good night.”

“You too, Jace. See you at breakfast.”

I sagged in relief against the bathroom sink when I heard the door slam again.

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