Page 32 of Beauty
I plaster on a smile. “Need a favor.”
He points at me and barks out a laugh. “I knew you had it in you.”
Hands jammed into the pockets of my robe, I rock back on my heels. “Get it out. I’ll give you a few seconds.”
“Bert,” he hollers over his shoulder. “Looks like lover boy actually made it happen.”
I roll my eyes.
Bert appears at the doors to the deck, the white curtains floating in the breeze around him. “Really? Hmm.” He grins. “Looks like we actually did it. Our first successful match.”
“The fairy godfathers, at your service,” Ernie says, tipping an imaginary hat.
I sigh. “Done yet?”
They look at one another, brows lifted, and nod in unison. “What do you need?”
“Condoms.” It’s an easy enough request, and based on the way my friends here were flirting with the ladies yesterday, I’m betting on them having come prepared.
After my last one-night stand and the child created that night, I’m not taking any chances. So if they don’t have them, I’ll march my ass to the front desk to get them.
“Coming right up. Any specific size or flavor you’d like?” Bert spins on his heel and heads to his bag.
“Size or flavor?” I mutter, head lowered.
Ernie winks at me. “I’ve got the magnums; he’s got the regular size.”
I close my eyes, shuddering. If only I could bleach the images those words have created in my mind. “Magnum,” I croak.
“My guy.” Ernie squeezes my shoulder. “He needs the big ones, Bert.”
“Keep it down,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder. Each villa is offset by several steppingstones from a path that meandersthrough lush green palm trees and flowering bushes. Four villas down, a cleaning crew hovers around their cart, readying to enter the unit, but no one looks our way, so I don’t think they heard the comment about my big dick.
Bert returns with a whole strip, holding the edge of one so the rest dangle. “How many do you?—”
I snatch the entire pack and back up. “Consider it part of the room trade.” I wink. Then, teasing, I add, “Oh, you may want to keep the doors closed tonight so we don’t keep you up.”
Both men break into laughter as I give them a salute and stride back to Sienna’s place. Maybe I should have taken a moment to really say goodbye, since I don’t plan to leave her room until Tuesday. I have a feeling the second I’m finally inside her, I’ll never want to leave.
ELEVEN
SIENNA
“Food should be herein twenty, along with my stuff,” Noah says as I step out of the bathroom. “And I got these.” He drops a strip of condoms on the bed. “Figure they’ll last us a few hours.”
My body heats, and the urge to drop the towel wrapped around my torso is strong. But I keep my cool. I cock a brow and say, “I’m glad you made yourself comfortable.”
Despite my outward calm, I’m squealing on the inside. I’ve never done this before and I half expected him to be getting dressed and leaving when I came out of the shower.
Instead, the man had the hotel staff move his stuff to my room.
I won’t wake up at two a.m. to an empty bed. He’ll be here. With me.
My stomach is alight with butterflies, and I try to hide my smile.
I’m still drunk on the orgasm he gave me earlier. Still reeling over the fact that all we did was dry hump and it was the bestOI’d ever had. It’s pathetic, I know. But if that simple encounter isanything to go by, I have a feeling he’s going to destroy me in the best way.
Noah struts toward me wearing a fluffy white robe, his hair mussed. I have this itch to run my fingers through it again, though it’s quickly followed by a sense of unease. I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him. I shouldn’t be this needy for him.
