Page 40 of Pucking the Team
“Good.” He kissed me again, gentler this time, his tongue a sexy slow dance.
“But,” I said, “it wouldn’t hurt to make doubly sure?”
He grinned, and it was the first time I’d seen a proper smile. “Give me ten minutes and we’ll make doubly sure.”
Chapter Ten
Dylan and I didn’t fuck again. Instead we fell asleep. Not intentionally, just out of sheer exhaustion. I guess we’d both had intense days.
When I woke in the embrace of his arms, it took me a minute to remember where I was and who I was with. But then I breathed deep, and memories of him making me forget everything for a few sweeter-than-sweet moments came rushing back. Damn, the guy was good.
And right now my hand was pressed over his hair-strewn sternum and my legs tangled with his. Perhaps I should wake him and go for round two.
I slid my hand lower, beneath the blankets, my alertness picking up from sleepy to anticipatory. I dipped into his navel and then found his cock. He was hard, fully erect.
When I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he stirred.
I looked up at his face.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said with a lazy drawl.
“Morning yourself,” I said, kissing his right nipple. “Seems you’re ready to go again.”
“I always wake up with a hard-on.” He ran his hand over my hair. “Sadly, it doesn’t usually get put to good use.”
“So this is your lucky day.”
“Tell me about it.” He cupped the back of my head. “Should I know who you are? I’m not real up on music and movies and shit.”
I shook my head and laughed. “You up on the major fashion houses? Dior, Armani, Prada? Ever been to London Fashion Week, Paris, Milan, or The Met Gala?”
“Can’t say I have.” He gave an apologetic downturn of his mouth. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I wouldn’t have known who The Vipers were until yesterday, so don’t sweat it.” I stroked down his cock again, a long firm caress within my fist. “We’re even.”
“Fuck, that feels good.” He closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath that expanded his chest.
“Mmm, it does.” I kissed the angle of his jaw and pressed closer. “Very good, and I have just the plan for it.”
There was a sudden click, and the door burst open.
“What the…?” I dragged the duvet up over my breasts. “Who…?”
Ben, Theo, and Eduardo strode into the hotel room. One by one, they came to a halt at the end of the bed. Big. Wide. Filling the space utterly.
“What the fuck?” Ben said, his eyes wide.
“Jesus Christ.” Theo ran his hand over his hair, causing it to stick up wildly. “What the hell is going on?”
“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Eduardo wagged his finger at Dylan. “I knew it!Merde.”
“Get outta here.” Dylan sat bolt upright and pointed at the door. “Now. All of you. Fuck off.”
“No.” Ben put his hands on his hips. “I slept in the same room as Mr. Snore-All-Night so Pippa could have some alone time, some privacy, and you…you…fuck her, and in the name of…you’re clearly hard for her now.” He nodded at the duvet tented around Dylan’s groin.
Dylan scowled, his eyebrows drew right together, and he slammed a pillow over his lap.
“It’s not his fault,” I said. “It takes two to tango.”
