He gripped my chin and stared into my eyes. “Whatever you want, darlin’. It’s yours.”
Tristan
Hazel’s skin smelled sweet and felt like silk under my fingers as I played them across the inside of her wrist. How the fuck could a woman’s wrist be sexy? We walked into the elevator, the connection between us crackling like a live wire. The two people inside grinned at us as they exited and passed us. Obviously, we weren’t hiding our intentions very well. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, but my need for her was apparent.
“What floor is your room on?” she asked.
I pushed the button for floor eight without answering, and as soon as the doors closed, I turned on her, pressing her against the wall and taking her mouth. Her lips tasted like sugar, but her moan was the thing that did me in. My cock ached behind my fly, desperate for attention from her. When she spread her thighs just enough to let me fit my knee between her legs, I got a little of the friction I needed, but it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, darlin’, I want you.” I was breathing heavy, already so worked up I couldn’t stand it.
“Same. You’re exactly the kind of guy I need right now.”
“Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy is that?”
“Hotter than hell, charming, and ready to give me exactly what I need.”
I smirked. “Seems like you got me all figured out.”
The doors opened and she pushed me off her, but not before she slid her hand down the front of my jeans and cupped my hard-on through the denim. Shit. I was gonna come in my pants just from the anticipation of getting inside her. That hadn’t happened since I was in high school.
My lips found hers again as we walked clumsily down the hall, and when we reached my door, I picked her up and pressed her against it, encouraged by her legs wrapping around my waist. Fumbling with the key card, I cursed against her mouth, and she responded by taking my lower lip between her teeth and gently biting down. Goddamn, this woman was made for me.
We burst through the door as soon as I got it to unlock, and in just a few strides, I had her under me on the bed. Her hair fanned out on the mattress, a beautiful spread of blond that I wanted to feel brushing my chest as she rode me.
“How does this work?” she asked, big blue eyes taking me in as I stood over her.
“Well, I spend all night making you scream my name. That’s usually how I do it.”
She took a shaky breath and nodded. “Sounds about right.”
Unbuttoning my shirt, I watched her watch me, lust hitting me hard when she pressed her thighs together, those thigh-high boots of hers looking sexy as sin. I let my shirt fall to the floor and then pulled off each of her boots slowly, catching a glimpse of white lacy panties under her dress. Shit. White lace. I loved lace on a woman.
I ran my lips over her knee, pressing the slightest kiss to the place where her dress was rucked up. “I want to taste your pussy, darlin’. Then I want to fuck it.”
Her answering moan had my dick jerking in my pants. I slid my palms up her thighs and over her hips before grabbing the scrap of fabric covering her and tugging it down and off her body.
“You might want to hold on to something,” I growled before sinking one finger inside her tight, slick heat. Her hips bucked, and I smiled while shoving her dress farther up to her waist.
“Tristan,” she sighed.
That was one. She’d say my name so much more tonight if I had anything to do with it. I leaned in, kissing the soft skin of her lower belly, the scent of her begging for more. Then I added a second finger and curled them in a come hither motion before spreading her open and taking her clit into my mouth. I worked her until she was a writhing, panting mess, her fingers tangled in my hair and tugging to get me to stop when it became too much.
“Condom.” It was a harsh pant from her, but she was right. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a condom as she worked my belt buckle open and unbuttoned my pants.
“Take off your dress,” I ordered. “I want to see all of you.”
She scooted back and pulled the fabric over her head as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing cock. I still had my fucking boots on, so my jeans got shoved to my knees, and I rolled the condom over my length. “Ready?” I asked.
“Yes, please. I want you.”
Kissing her hard, I pressed her down into the mattress and positioned myself at her entrance. The moment I sank inside her, I knew one time wasn’t going to be enough. Not nearly enough. Lucky for me, I had her all night long.
“Fuck, what the hell did I do last night?” I blinked as the light streamed in through the crack between the curtains in my hotel room.
Flashes of full tits bouncing, thick gorgeous thighs wrapped around me, soft skin, and tight wet heat all hit me at once. Was she still here? My girl from last night. The one who rocked my world three damn times.
“Hazel?” I called, sitting up and immediately lying right back down as pain split my head. I shouldn’t have had that last whiskey. The drive back to Sunrise was gonna be misery.
The bed smelled like her, sweet and clean, and part of me really wanted to see her again. Carefully, I sat up and gritted my teeth against the pain in my head. A little coffee and a gallon of water, and I’d be right as rain. I got to my feet and padded toward the bathroom, but there was no sign of the beautiful woman who’d chosen to spend the night with me. All I saw was the three condom wrappers we’d tossed on the floor, my discarded clothes, and the lamp we’d managed to break as I fucked her on top of the desk.
I grinned at that memory. Her fingernails had dug so hard into my back I was sure she left marks. Good. I wanted something to remember her by.
Sure enough, she was gone. I didn’t know why I was surprised. We’d been clear. One night. No strings. No last names. We were just giving each other what we needed. But I could have used a little more time with her before I had to head home. One night sure could’ve bled into coffee in the morning and sex in the shower.
My phone rang from the nightstand, making me jump like a snake had just bit me.
Clint. My oldest brother. And he was probably calling to tell me all about something I fucked up.
“What, Clint?”
“Where the hell are you, Tristan? Mama’s about lost her mind.”
Shit. I hadn’t told them I was comin’ to see Sam because I didn’t want Mama to know. Sure, I was an asshole for doin’ that. But it would have hurt her more to know that he hadn’t invited her. I didn’t know what was happening, what was keeping Sam away from home, but I’d needed this escape from the cameras and the girls just tryin’ to get a roll in the hay with a Ryker.
“I met up with Sam. We had some drinks. I’ll be home in about six hours.”
“Fuck, Tristan, you can’t just run off like that. We were all worried.”
I ran a hand over the back of my neck as heat bloomed in my cheeks. “I’m not a kid. If I want to go to fucking California and hang with Travis, I will, and if I want to drive six hours to visit Sam, I don’t need your permission.”
“I didn’t say you had to get permission. We just needed you to let us know. You can’t blame us for being worried. You didn’t answer your phone. We’d feel the same about anyone else.”