Page 59 of Wicked Deceit
“The Presidential Suite,” Zepp says, running his finger over the golden plaque beside the door.
“Let’s see what Grumpy got us,” Seger says, sliding the key over the large black pad with a huge grin. I almost hold my breath until the indicator light turns green and our door beeps, granting us access.
Chasegrabsmyhandand leads me into the breathtaking room, fit for a damn king and queen. I stop dead two steps into the room, taking it all in with wide eyes and a pounding heart. Moving my eyes to every corner of the opulent room, I savor what we have here. This moment will forever live in our memories for years to come. The uninterrupted time we get to spend together in luxury. Even if the enemy is downstairs and crawling over every inch of the large hotel.
The door softly shuts behind us when we’re all inside. Silence engulfs the room. No one breathes or dares to move. Together, we take in the space with awe and wonder, soaking in the luxurious suite.
Throughout my life, I’ve lived comfortably with my parents’ wealth. They made sure our home and belongings were modest but never flashy, teaching us the value of a dollar. My father flew commercial instead of first-class, even with his fame. My clothes were from Target or Kohl’s unless my mother found something she just had to get at a cute boutique. We splurged on a vacation here and there, but we never had a room like this. If we went to New York, we stayed with my Grandma Kay or my Aunt Cece. But this room? Hell, the word room doesn’t even describe it. Most hotels are one room with two beds. This has a full kitchen in view with a bar full of booze, a baby grand piano, a bed big enough for all of us, and a spiral staircase leading to an upper floor.
My jaw drops. “This isn’t a hotel room. It’s a damn luxury apartment,” I mutter in awe.
Seger chuckles, resting his hand on my lower back. Gently, he urges me forward, and we walk through the gorgeous living room. Overhead lights bathe the baby grand piano sitting in the middle of the room like a spotlight, drawing us to it. Large picture windows display the sparkling stars as the background, letting the whole world glimpse whoever plays here.
A nonsense song plays through the piano as my fingers brush along the white keys. I glimpse outside, having to stop myself from pressing my nose against the glass. Everything below looks so small and insignificant from way up here. Like all our worries don’t matter as long as we’re locked up in this room and in each other’s arms. I never want to let this feeling of security go.
“Is that a fucking spiral staircase?” Chase gapes, drawing my attention back to him. His fingers brush against the cool metal, and a grin spreads across his lips. Happiness rings in his eyes, and he whoops, throwing his fist into the air. “Shit! This place is like an adult playground.” His loud footfalls smack against the black-painted metal as he marches up the stairs, echoing through the giant suite. I giggle at his happiness, looking up when he leans over. His blonde locks encase his face from the gravity, when he looks down at us. “Holy shit! This tub holds like ten people! It’s a damn swimming pool. Sunshine! I need you naked and in this tub in like five seconds,” he demands, waving a hand for us to join. He eagerly steps away, and the sound of water flows from the faucets upstairs.
Every feeling I had waltzing out of the charity event washes away. And I haven’t made it into the bath yet. Serenity takes over my muscles, and I finally relax, taking a peek out the tall window again. The stars call me tonight, twinkling from above, and beg me to stare at them. As a child, I counted the stars in the sky. I never got past one-hundred before I had to start again, but I’ve always felt them by my side, guiding me to wherever I needed to go.
I’m thrown out of my thoughts when two strong arms wrap around my waist and throw me over their shoulder. I squeal when their shoulder digs into my abdomen, and I drive my fist into their kidney.
“Jesus, baby girl,” Zepp huffs, clueing me in to who has me staring at their fine ass. I mean, damn. I knew they looked hot in their suit jackets, but these pants really cling to his assets like a glove. I’d be lying if I said this was a bad position to be in. It’s glorious.
Zepp marches up the stairs with Seger on our heels. Their footfalls pound against the metal stairs, loudly echoing through the room. Finally, he plops me back to my feet, and I grunt when I land on shaky legs. Too much blood must have rushed to my head while I was upside down and hypnotized by his ass cheeks. My body sways back and forth with disorientation, finally getting a good look around the top floor.
“Wow,” I whisper, looking around the lofted bathroom.
My lips pop open taking in the second story, and seriously, it’s like a fantasy room. Large floor-to-ceiling windows make up the entire wall, giving way to the night sky, twinkling with golden stars from the heavens. I relax, once again feeling one with the stars.
“This fucking tub,” Seger mutters in awe. His fingers work desperately at the knot keeping his tie around his neck, loosening it. Once it’s off, he throws it over the railing, letting it land on the first floor.
“I hate wearing these suits,” Chase grumbles, pulling at his cute bowtie and snapping it off with one swipe. He throws it to the floor without care and unbuttons his shirt, leaving me with one half-naked boyfriend. He shimmies out of his pants, leaving him in a pair of tight boxer-briefs, clinging to his package.
I try not to lick my lips or drool when Zepp’s fingers brush against my chin. He takes hold and slowly forces me to look deep into his moss-green eyes. I shiver from the intensity, falling deep into the abyss of his gaze. The way he stares at me is like I’m the sun to his universe—the most important thing he revolves around.
“You look beautiful tonight, baby girl,” Leaning in, Zepp brushes the flat of his tongue up my neck and swirls it around. My flesh sucks between his teeth, and I turn to jello in his grasp. My fingers curl around his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to me. Until our chests meet and we share a breath.
“You look pretty handsome, too,” I say through a breathless moan, running my fingers up the back of his neck, and through his hair. I pull his mouth closer to my skin, letting him mark me for the world to see.
His fingers brush the back of my neck, working through my blonde spiral curls and letting them fall over my shoulder. Zeppelin’s fingers work the clasps on the back of my dress, undoing them one by one. The fabric loosens against my chest and stomach, and cool air breezes by my lower back, soon replaced by warm fingertips swirling across my flesh. My eyes close on instinct, letting his touch consume me. It takes me over, letting every burden fall to the wayside. I lean into him, craning my neck when his lips find their way back to my jaw.
“Are you feeling better?” he whispers as his warm fingers dance along my sides, finally swirling across my abdomen. My muscles bunch and flutter when he begins his descent, practically egging him on to continue down south.
“Yes, now that we are away from the crowd.” Is what I think I mumble, but who knows. Every ounce of moisture on my tongue disappears when his finger thumps against my aching clit.
“We’ll figure it out, baby girl. I promise. We’ll sort all this out and keep you safe.” I hum in agreement, mentally begging him to continue the circles he’s started. Zepp leaves one last lingering kiss against my lips with a grin a mile wide, and then steps back.
I sigh, knowing pleasure would be drawn out. My eyes pop open when he cups my face and gently inserts his finger, bright with my wetness, into my mouth. Holding eye contact, I suck it in and hollow out my cheeks. A blackness takes over his eyes when his pupils dilate, and I’m pretty sure I could convince him to take me right here, right now. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and just for a moment, it’s just the two of us.
“Look at this. We can put lavender scent in,” Chase says, breaking the spell holding us captive. Chase holds up two small, scented bags for us to see. Our eyes dart to him, and he grins, ripping open the packages, and dumps them all in. The heavenly scent of lavender and relaxation pulses through the room, carried by the billowing steam of the hot bath running into the large tub.
We’re jolted out of relaxation when Grumpy storms through the front door of the hotel room with a loud bang. His curses ring throughout the entire hotel room on incoherent mutters, but I still know what he’s saying. Fuck this and fuck that and fuck my dad. The list goes on. The click of the lock mechanism locks into place, making this room feel ten times more secure. We all share a look when his loud footfalls sound up the metal staircase with more explicit curses pouring from his lips. If this is any indication to how the rest of his night went when we left, then it can only mean bad things are brewing.
Carter doesn’t stop when he makes it up the stairs into the lofted bathroom carrying three large bottles. One whiskey, one dark wine, and one bubbly wine in a pink bottle. He sets them down on the ground with care, grabbing me from the spot I stand in with force. I fall into his arms, yelping my protests. He pulls me up his body, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, trusting him. He doesn't stop when he gets to the edge of the tub to remove his clothes or mine. Instead, like the madman he is, he climbs into the hot water and sinks into it. Only when we’re fully seated and the water rests against my belly, does he finally blow out a breath. His fingers intertwine in my hair, wrapping it around his fist. Our foreheads rest together, breathing the same air. His hold tightens around me impossibly tight. I don’t dare move a muscle or breathe in fear of what he’ll say next. Whatever prompted this move was one of desperation. He’s grounding himself to me and protecting me in his grip. Even though everyone present in this room would never harm me.
“She goes nowhere fucking alone, from here on out,” Carter growls, looking at each of the boys.
The boys don’t utter a word when they strip to their boxers, joining us in the tub's warmth. Someone activates the jets, swirling the salts even more. The relaxing lavender spills into every part of the tub and room. My body relaxes in his embrace, but his muscles don’t seem to get the message. He tenses around me, breathing hard. Finally he sits back, staring deep into my eyes. And I, once again, get lost in the vastness of his telling eyes. His are truly the windows to his soul, showing his vulnerabilities, and everything he’s feeling.
