Page 12 of Praise Me: Pilot
With an effort, I tear my hand away from Haylo’s soft cheek, hitting the gas to peel off down the street, turning in the direction of town. “I’m going to get you a room for the night in the same hotel. You’re not sleeping on a goddamn couch in the sorority house.”
Of course, when we arrive at the hotel, there is not a single room available.
“Sorry, man,” says the clerk. “parents’ weekend gets a little hectic. There are several of them going on at once. All the frats, too…”
“Right.” I look back over my shoulder where Haylo sits in the lobby looking at her phone, totally unaware that every man who passes gapes at her hungrily. Of course they do. She’s magnificent. Not to mention, her braless tits are pouting in that thin, little tank top again. Begging for my mouth. The memory of her flavor is driving me insane.
“Is that your daughter?” asks the clerk, huffing into his palm and sniffing, as if to check his breath. “Do you…like, would you introduce me?”
An ugly wave of violent jealousy sweeps my bones. “No. I won’t. And she’s not my daughter.” I slide my wallet back intomy pocket, leaving the counter and returning to Haylo. When I stop in front of her, she locks her phone and stands up, tipping her head back to gaze at me curiously.
“Did you get me a room?”
“There aren’t any available.”
“Oh.” Appearing thoughtful for a moment, she sways closer to me until her tits are brushing my abdomen, her fingers lifting to smooth my shirt collar. “Are you going to take me home now? Or keep me?”
Keep me.
Those two words cause my pulse to leapfrog. I can feel the hotel clerk watching us, along with several of the lecherous men in the lobby, and there’s no way out of this jealous haze, except to mark what my body claims is my property. Knowing full well we’re being watched, I slide my hand up the back of her skirt and knead that tight left ass cheek in my palm, her shaky intake of breath only making me grip harder.
“You’re staying with me.” My conscience finally clambers to the surface.Virgin. College freshman. Best friend’s daughter. Emotionally vulnerable.“But we’re going to keep this sweet little body innocent, come hell or high water.”
“Tell that to your roving hand,” she says, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “If you really want to mark your territory in front of all these men, maybe you should spit in my mouth again, Daddy.”
She puts out her tongue and closes her eyes.
My balls swell like they’ve been filled with hot concrete.
I swat her ass, the sharp sound eliciting groans throughout the lobby. “That’s enough, young lady.”
She presses her face between my pecs and moans, elevating onto her toes to plaster the fronts of our bodies together. “Take me upstairs and play with me.”
If I don’t make a move soon, I’m going to yank down my zipper and fuck her right here in this lobby. Based on the ravenous way we’re being watched, I doubt anyone would launch a protest, either.Move.With a pained grunt, I grip her elbow and march her to the elevator bank, painfully aware that I’ve got a demanding erection straining against the front of my pants, no way to hide it.
I smack the up button, hissing a relieved exhale when the elevator doors open immediately. I hustle Haylo inside, her giggle only making me stiffer. “Jesus, how do you go anywhere without being accosted?” I bash the heel of my hand into the steel wall over her head. “Those bastards are practically salivating over you.”
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs against the underside of my chin. “You made it clear who I belong to for the night.”
Just for the night?
I can’t even fathom going back to my normal life after touching this girl.
Will it even be possible?
Before I can take issue with her phrasing, we arrive at my floor and I lead her off the elevator into the carpeted hallway, her hand in mine as we walk to the end of the corridor where my corner suite is located. My God, what am I doing? I thought I had more self-control and common sense than this, but no. I’ve brought this beautiful eighteen-year-old girl back to my hotel room and shewantsto be fucked. How am I going to stop myself?
“How are you going to play with me first?” she asks in a silky whisper, as soon as we step into the pitch-black room, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of my arousal.
“How am I going to play with you?” I reach deep, deep inside of myself for a reserve of military-grade willpower, homing in on one final speck. I brought her here for a reason. She didn’t wantto be left in her apartment to witness the joy of parents reunited with their daughters when she can’t do the same. I brought her with me so I can make her feel better, not so I can get my rocks off.Again. I’ve already crossed the line and I need to find a way to prevent myself from crossing it any more tonight. “We’re going to play charades.”
CHAPTER 6
Haylo
“Charades?” I echo in disbelief.
Joel tosses his hotel key and wallet onto the dresser, drawing five harried fingers through his dark hair. “That’s what the other parents and their kids are doing right now, isn’t it? I’m filling in for your parent this weekend, so…” He sets his bristled jaw. “Let’s do the same.”
