Page 38 of High Seduction
Dragging his carcass out of the seat made him groan lightly as his tight and bruised muscles protested. Erin wrapped an arm around him, and they headed toward the exit.
“The rest of the team settled for the night?” Erin asked.
“They’re already at the hotel. And Devon got his wish. Marcus announced we’ve got a three-day leave.”
Erin paused, adjusting her small personal backpack to hang over her shoulder. “Seriously?”
Tim nodded. He tugged her to the side, pulling her strong body against his. “I want to take you somewhere special for the time we’ve got. Somewhere a little fancier than the local Holiday Inn. You okay with that?”
“Right now I need food.” She covered a yawn. “And then anywhere with a shower and a bed is fancy enough for me.”
“But you’ll go with me?”
“I don’t need to hang out with the team all the time,” Erin said. “But don’t expect me to make any decisions right now. My brain is mush.”
Tim tucked her hand in his and led her to a waiting taxi. “No other decisions needed. I’ll take care of you.”
His aches and pains faded rapidly as she settled beside him in the cab, leaning into him and sighing. He pulled out a phone and connected with Devon.
His teammate picked up on the first ring. “Yo, Tim!”
“You’re disgustingly chipper. You already eaten, or do you and Alisha want to join us for refueling?”
“Chipper is because I’ve had a shower, and we’re just headed down to the restaurant. Want us to order for you?”
Shower—bullshit. Tim would bet anything Devon had not only showered but bent Alisha over, or had her up against the wall. Only soul-satisfying sex put that tone in a man’s voice. “Cover the table with appetizers, and we’ll see about the rest when we arrive.”
“Deal. Hey... while it’s on my mind. Going out on a limb here, and I don’t expect an answer this minute, but I know Erin’s a frequent visitor at The Wild. You ask her to put in a good word, and get Alisha and me an invite to the rooms upstairs sometime?”
Seriously?“Why, Devon, isn’t that a little outside your usual tastes?”
A deep chuckle sounded. “Assumptions can come back to bite you, Tim. Maybe Alisha and I get a kick out of keeping it fresh.”
And a visit to a sex club was on his mind? Yeah, the man had definitely had sex and now he was gloating. Tim tucked away the phone and pondered how every day brought new and interesting things to light.
Erin nestled in again. “Late lunch with the team?” she asked.
“Just Alisha and Devon. Thought it would be nice to relax with them for a bit.” Tim didn’t add that his original intention had been to make sure Erin got used to being accepted as a part of a couple. Devon and Alisha worked with the team, but there was an unmistakable connection between them. Something he desperately wanted for himself and Erin again.
A partnership on the field and in the bedroom—strong enough that everyone would know they were together. The details of how they were together and what they were doing in private weren’t for others to know, but it was the complete deal Tim was still focused on.
The restaurant was surprisingly busy, delicious smells rushing from the kitchen to assault them as they walked in the door. Devon’s call rose over the sounds of happy tourists, and Erin tugged Tim toward the corner booth where Alisha and Devon sat.
The huge platter of nachos waiting in the center of the table pulled a groan from him. “Oh, hell yes.”
Erin had a scoop of guacamole on a chip before her ass even hit the cushioned bench. “I dreamed about this the entire flight from Banff.”
“We’ve got enough appetizers coming we don’t need anything else,” Alisha warned. She held out a plate. “Jalapeño poppers ordered just for you as well. Except Devon’s gone through four already.”
“It was cold out there. I needed something to warm me up,” Devon protested with a smile.
Other than putting in drink orders when the waitress came by, there was little but the sounds of happy crunching for the next fifteen or so minutes.
Devon leaned back, nestled up tight against Alisha as he let out a long, hard sigh. “God, I didn’t know I was that famished.”
“Granola bars and power gels get the calories in, but they don’t count as food.” Alisha held up a forkful of salad. “Here—you need something green to go with that carnivore’s feast you just inhaled.”
Devon rolled his eyes at Tim, then good-naturedly turned to his fiancée. “Rabbit food. Fine.”
