Page 38 of Double Shot
He sucked in a sharp breath as I pulled myself into him and laid my lips against his, willing him to kiss me back for real this time but leaving the option to him.
He groaned slightly against my lips and opened to me, tentatively tasting my bottom one.
I sighed out and fought back the tears carried on a fresh tsunami of relief that flowed through me. His hand came up and swept my hair, free from its knot, away from my face and when he arched into me, I could feel him hot, long, hard and thick through his clothes.
“Sadie,” he whispered, and it sounded desperate.
“I’m here,” I said back softly, and he rolled me onto my back. He found no resistance from me. None whatsoever.
We kissed and held each other tightly and I could feel myself growing wet, my pussy throbbing with need, my heart filling with a desire to just be as close as possible with him.
He pressed his forehead to mine and tried to catch his breath and I trailed fingertips over his arms, lightly, a barely there and reassuring touch.
“Nothing has to happen unless you want it to,” I whispered thickly and though he didn’t open his eyes, he smiled.
“Oh, but I want it to,” he said, voice strained.
“Then take me,” I murmured. “I’m right here.”
“No can do, baby.” Kyle’s voice made both Conan and I jump and shout, Conan collapsing over me and covering me with his still much larger than mine body.
“Bloodyhell, mate! Make some bloody noise next time!”
“I’m sorry!” Kyle cried and held up his hands in surrender. “I thought you fuckin’ heard me come into the suite. I wasn’t exactly being fucking subtle about it.”
I closed my eyes and smoothed my hands over Conan’s body through the ribbed black tank he wore. When I opened them, he was looking down at me, a slight worry eclipsing his expression.
“Give us a minute?” I asked Kyle, and he sighed.
“I wish I could, but you and I need to get out for a little while. I took the liberty of calling up a tailor and a personal shopper to come up for Roan. They’re supposed to be here any minute to take measurements and shit.”
“Ah, that I’ll bloody well say ‘thank you’ for, mate.”
“Yeah, I thought you might,” Kyle said. To me he said, “Come on and get dressed, babe. You and I have some shopping to do.”
“I don’t know…” I was trying to come up with something, anything, that was better than a petulant “I don’t want to” which should have been good enough, honestly, but I couldn’t tell if there was something more to things than Kyle was letting on or…damnit.
“It’s alright, Poppet. Go with him.”
“I promise, when we get back here, I’ll find someplace to fuck off to and give you guys some space or whatever.”
I sat up as Conan moved off of me, “I don’t ever want you to feel that way,” I said to Kyle and he hung his head and shook it.
“No jealousy or hurt feelings here, Shady. I promise. That didn’t come out how I meant it to. I just meant that I had my fun last night, and I just meant to return the courtesy.”
Roan sat at my feet and leaned back on his hands nodding. “I knew what you meant, mate.”
I smiled and reached out, curling my fingers around his hand, wiggling them beneath where it was pressed flat to the mattress. He looked over at me and I smiled.
“You’re sure you’ll be alright?” I asked, but he didn’t answer right away.
Kyle sighed and said, “Shady, he’ll be fine. Monaco is the Switzerland of the underworld. No one can or will touch us here without raining hell down on themselves. It’s not worth it. We’re safe here for at least a couple three days.”
“Go on, Poppet,” Roan said gently. “I don’t suppose they have in-house barbers here?”
Kyle nodded. “They certainly do, and the hot lather shave is exquisite. As soon as Shady gets her fine ass out of bed and dressed, I’ll have one sent up,” he said.
I let out an exasperated sigh and got up. I went to my small suitcase that’d been in the trunk of the Mercedes but that had thankfullynotcaught a bullet…Jesus, the night before?
