His mossy eyes lift to meet mine as he wraps it tightly around our joined lengths, moving up and down effortlessly. His thumb swipes over my tip, my head falling back and eyes rolling as he smears my arousal all around. His hands are always so soft and warm. It’s dizzying. His fist tight and wet. Maddening and perfect.
Burying my face in his throat, hot, hungry lips find his pebbled flesh, my tongue dipping out to lick a trail from the base of his clavicle to the tip of his chin. He gasps, jerking back, fist tightening around us when my sharp teeth nip at his rolling Adam’s apple before soothing the pain with my lips.
“That’s right, princess,” I breathe against his skin. “Let me hear you fall apart for me, baby.”
“Fuck,” he rasps. The gruff, gravelly tone pierces something inside me, setting off a wicked hot inferno in my veins. I wish we weren’t in this random, empty room, but instead, in one of our bedrooms so we could fully strip off these clothes and I could fuck him again. The way he felt wrapped around me, gasping and moaning…
Rowan brings his other hand to join the mix, the grip on us tightening even further. There’s no way I’m going to last. I grab onto his chin, turning his head until our lips brush. He parts for me immediately, my tongue delving inside. His desire is potent on my taste buds. It mirrors my own.
“I’m close,” I groan against his lips.
He nods. “Me too.”
Heat builds at the base of my spine, growing and spreading. My blood is on fire, skin electric. Our lips are a hairsbreadth away from each other, and when his tongue darts out, flicking into my mouth and sliding over my teeth, I’m done for.
My balls draw up as my release builds.
Rowan cries out into my mouth, his no doubt creeping up too.
But… before either of us can blow, the door right fucking next to us bursts open, light pouring in from who knows where. We both snap our heads in the direction of the noise, my gaze colliding with a startled, yet angry, older woman. Rowan gasps as her eyes drop to where our bodies are intertwined.
“Fuck…” I groan.
I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. The woman with the wide eyes covers her open mouth with her hand just as my cock erupts. Thick, white ropes cover Rowan’s hand as I bite down on my lip, stifling the moan threatening to come out. She watches, horrified, as Rowan follows directly behind me, his cum coating mine. Unlike me, he’s not able to hold back the whimper falling from his mouth, but he has the decency to look the other way as he continues to stroke us through our shared orgasm.
This couldn’t be any fucking worse.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Caspian
“Thank you so much, everyone, for coming this afternoon. My name is Sterling Laurier, and I am the events coordinator here, at Black Diamond Resort and Spa.”
Sterling looks like he wears cable-knit sweaters and sits in front of a fireplace playing checkers by himself. He looks like a fucking dweeb.
Glancing around the room, I take in all the residents watching Sterling. I can’t help but wonder if they signed up for this willingly or if they were forced into this god-awful activity the way I was. Rowan’s here somewhere. I can feel his presence.
How fucking stupid is that? That I canfeelsomeone even though I can’t see them.
Aside fromfeelingRowan like we have some sort of psychic connection, I also know he’s here, for the exact reason I have to be here.
A punishment.
It’s been four days since we stole the golf cart and ventured over to the employee building. Four days since some fucking woman, whom I’d never met prior to that day, watched as we both came all over each other. Four days since the head of this facility threatened to kick us both out, before coming up with this genius fucking plan.
I’d rather have been kicked out, but alas, here we are.
When all this bullshit is said and done, the band better appreciate my fucking effort. I’d love to see one of them put up with this shit.
“Everyone should’ve already been assigned a wilderness buddy, but if you’re unsure who yours is, the sheet is up here for you to reference,” the dweeb says. “This is meant to be a bonding activity, but also, have fun with it. Lean on one another, help each other out, and if, at any time, you’re lost or in trouble, you can use the walkie talkies to reach one of the staff. You are free to go. Just be sure you’re back here this time tomorrow to check back in. Have fun!”
The upbeat tone in his voice and the smile on his face, making his eyes go all squinty, makes me want to deck him in the face. Thewilderness event, as the head of Black Diamond referred to it as, is the last fucking thing I want to do. I don’t even like camping back home. So, why the fuck would I want to do it here?
Basically, as it was described to me, we’re paired up—and, of course, mybuddyis Rowan, since we’re both in trouble—given a tent and food and camping gear and sent off into the damn jungle for the night. There’re markers along the way, indicating where we’re supposed to go—color coordinated, so people don’t all wind up at the same campsite.
It seems so fucking pointless. Honestly, what are we getting out of this activity? Proving we know how to build a fucking tent? Play nice with others? Yeah, I’d rather not. Like I said, had it not been for what’s on the line with the tour and the band, I would’ve rather been sent home. Fuck this place, and fuck everyone involved.
Everyone in the room starts to disperse, grouping together with their buddy for the day and heading to the front to pick up their camping gear.
