Page 174 of Small Town Firsts
Then what she’d said sank in.
“Just do it and be done,” I repeated. “Just like that.”
“If there isn’t a room, that means this is a mistake. Hell, it probably is anyway.” She started hurrying away, her heeledboots clacking on the cobblestones of the pier. “But you’re the big stud, Mr. Important, so see if they give you a suite. Text me the number if you get it. I’ll find you.”
“What the hell are you babbling about?” I caught up to her in a couple long strides, seizing her arm and spinning her to face me. “You’ll find me? Where are you going?”
“You may not care about being discreet, but I do. I’ll go back to my car, give it some time. Go up once it’s not obvious we’ve gone frigging nuts. And we’ll take care of this…issue.”
“This issue? The one where I want to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name?”
She nodded primly. “That one.”
I didn’t mention the baby plan. She didn’t either. Okay, so we weren’t going there. At least we were going somewhere that might lead to my balls getting some goddamn relief.
But that whole getting it over with thing? Was not happening. And she would soon realize that, too late for her to do anything but lie there and take every bit of what I dished out.
I tugged out my phone and hit the speed dial for my brother. Rock-hard dick or not, my little girl was my number one priority.
“Laurie?” I asked as soon as my twin answered, turning away so I didn’t have to see the melting expression that overtook Ally’s face.
“She’s fine. Curled up with some rum and an episode ofEmpire.”
“What?”
Oliver laughed. “Make that rum raisin ice cream and an episode of some Care Bears crap on Disney. So easy to rile, brother.”
“How was the party?”
“Good. She was a hit. I collected numbers like it was my damn job. Now to sort through the prospects.”
Christ, only my brother would use his three-year-old niece both as a way to ditch a party and as date bait. “Can you keep her tonight? I know it wasn’t part of the deal?—”
“Well, now, this is interesting. What happened to Ally?”
I swallowed and tried to come up with something that wasn’t a lie. And also was absolutely not the truth. “Plans changed. Can you keep Laurie or not? I’ll be there early to get her.”
“Of course I can. This Care Bear shit isn’t half bad, if you’re practically wasted.” Before I could question him, Oliver sighed. “I had two fingers of Scotch. Your child is perfectly safe.”
“Thanks. I’ll owe you. Tell her I love her?”
Out of the corner of my eye, Ally turned away, and if I wasn’t mistaken, lifted her fist to her mouth.
“Will do. Whatever happened to your plans, hope it’s good. Don’t forget the condom this time, little brother.” Oliver clicked off before I could toss something back, probably rude as hell.
Pocketing my phone, I dipped back my head. The relentless rain streaked down my face as I hauled in a breath that didn’t do a damn thing to ease the constriction in my lungs.
Time to get this night moving. First, some insurance she wouldn’t run.
“Ally,” I rasped, sure she could hear me, rain or no rain.
She turned, studying me warily.
“Your panties. Give them to me.”
“What?” Her mouth rounded.
I moved in closer and spoke against her hair, raising my voice just above the rain. “You want to be discreet. I do too. I also want to smell your pussy before we get in that hotel room. Take them off and give them to me.” I eased back enough so our eyes were level. “Nice and slow.”
