But I don’t want to think about that scenario.
I can’t think about it.
My mind refuses to believe that Blaze and Asch could be responsible.Logically, they can’t be, right? They were freshmen last year. They barely knew the area, and they’d have been busy with pledging.
Rachel’s diary never mentionedtwoguys, either, and no way would Blaze have done anything without Asch.
So, logically, neither of them is the mysterious person Rachel met.
Even if Blaze does know a lot about that stupid flower.
The front entrance opens, and Blaze walks out, holding a card key.
“You two ready to get upstairs? We still have to cure Asch of his malady,” Blaze drawls, his eyes flicking over Asch and I and our close proximity. It sounds like he’s joking, but there’s a hint of bite there.
Angry that he’s being left out? Jealous of me, or of Asch?
I step away from Asch, but I take his hand in mine so he doesn’t get stupid ideas about running away.
“Yep! Lead the way. For the noble purpose of curing Asch.”
Asch lets me lead him into the hotel foyer, and while he casts an inscrutable look at Blaze, he seems to have accepted that neither of us intends to let him mope and sulk around while we enjoy our night.
“Let me guess, you booked the honeymoon suite,” I say in the elevator.
Blaze looks over to Asch, then grips my shoulders. I barely have time to gasp before he presses his lips onto mine. I’m trapped between Asch and Blaze while Blaze devours me.
Asch nuzzles my throat from behind, his hands going back to my hips and squeezing tightly enough to coax a moan from my lips. Whatever strange mood has been gripping him tonight seems to falter and collapse as he works in tandem with Blaze to steal kisses as the elevator travels up.
“Honeymoon suite was booked,” Blaze says in between kisses. “Had to get a deluxe king instead.”
He pushes his hand past the fabric of my dress to cup my breast. The disadvantage of this outfit is that I couldn’t wear a bra with it.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s an advantage. I did this on purpose.
I moan and give in to his kisses, opening my mouth while hethumbs my nipple. I grind back, and I can feel the beginnings of Asch’s erection.
The elevator comes to a smooth stop, and the door opens. Asch doesn’t step back, though. This time, he’s the one who takes my hand, and he leads me out and after Blaze.
“Room 803,” Blaze says, but he keeps one hand on me too, groping me while we make our way to the room.
Asch’s fingers run along my side, and I giggle at the sensation while Blaze attempts to get the door open.
“You need help there?” Asch asks while he kisses my neck.
“Nope. I’ve got it.” Blaze swipes the card once more, and the door finally opens.
He grabs me, pulling me into another fierce kiss. His tongue runs along the bottom of my lip in between gentle nibbles, and I groan, opening my mouth for him. I expect him to plunge his tongue in immediately, but he takes his time. When I try to pull him closer to me, to grind against him, he puts his hands on my hips and keeps me in place.
I make a small sound in protest. This isn’t fast and rough. This is slow, sensuous, but my body zings with pleasure regardless.
“You want to keep making out in the middle of the hall?” Asch asks, although there’s no bite to his tone.
Blaze breaks the kiss and looks at Asch. “Why not? We should show the world how hot we are.”
Asch grins at him. “Do you remember when we got kicked out of that one restaurant?” he asks, and while he’d been positively miserable and pathetic before, he looks alive in this moment. Mischievous, amused — and sexy.
“I don’t know why they were so stuffy about it,” Blaze says. He takes my hand and borderline drags me into the room.
