Page 114 of Forever Wild
Oh yeah? How badly?
Jack
Not enough to ask you to drive here, but enough that I’m going to spend the rest of the night wishing my hand was you.
He disappears down the hallway toward the elevators. The lobby is empty now except for a few of the equipment managers.
Me
Maybe you should go to the bar instead of your room and pick up a woman.
Jack
Only if that woman was you.
I snap a selfie and send it, then wait.
He comes back into view, scanning the bar area with a focused, almost frantic gaze. I lift a hand when he spots me. My heart is pounding as he closes the distance between us.
He looks like he’s going to kiss me, but then glances around.
“Surprise!” I say, hoping that I didn’t just reach stalker level.
“What are you doing here?” He grabs my hand and pulls me with him back to the hallway, but instead of going to the elevator, we stop behind a half wall that blocks us from view.
“I just wanted to see you,” I say before he can tell me this was dumb or reckless or whatever else he’s thinking. “I don’t have to stay if you don’t?—”
His mouth crashes down onto mine. He tastes like mint and smells like body wash. All the anxiety I was holding melts as I press into him and let him devour my mouth.
Noises around us come more into focus and Jack pulls back and hugs me into him, blocking me from view, as a few final Wildcat staffmembers pass by to the elevators.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy I was here.”
“Are you kidding? I’m fucking ecstatic, but I have no idea how I’m going to get you up to my room. Your brother is across the hall.”
I fight a laugh. Of course.
“I’ll buy another room if I have to,” he says.
“You go up and I’ll follow in five.”
He kisses me again like he just can’t wait that long, then pulls back with a low growl. “Room 713.”
“Go.” I urge, not removing my hands from the side of his waist. He’s hard and warm through his dress shirt.
He nods and steps away, then comes back. “Take this.”
He reaches into the front pocket of his duffel and pulls out a black beanie.
I put it on with a grin. With my hair short now, maybe it’ll keep me from being recognized.
Waiting five minutes is painful. Each second ticks by and my nerves ramp up. By the time I’m getting off the elevator on the seventh floor, I’m almost more anxious about spending the night with Jack than Ty possibly catching me.
What if everyone is right? I know it sounds unbelievable but is it possible that he’s playing so well because he’s kept his dick in his pants? Well, mostly. We haven’t had sex, but I have no complaints about the many orgasms we’ve shared.
My hand lifts to knock on the door, but it swings open before I make contact, and I’m pulled inside.
He captures the giggle that tries to break free. He’s stripped out of his suit jacket and shoes. I wrap my arms around his neck and he picks me up, holding the backs of my thighs to keep me in place.
