Chapter 20

Gage

“We should eat something,” I remarked. Lying on my side, I trailed my fingers along Bentley’s generous curves. After using up my single condom, we’d used the two in Bentley’s purse. At the very least, we needed more condoms. I wasn’t even close to having my fill of her yet.

“Hmmm,” she replied.

I chuckled. “Was that a yes or a no?”

“I am hungry, but I’m not sure I want to get out of bed,” she admitted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything,” I assured her as I slipped out of bed and walked across the room. When I looked over my shoulder, I found her watching me. “See something you like?”

“I’ve already demonstrated how much I like what I see,” was her reply.

“You certainly have,” I agreed. I grabbed the binder with the room service menu and returned to the bed. “Order anything you want.”

Bentley looked at the menu. “Oh! They have all day breakfast.”

I laughed at her enthusiasm. “So, now I know breakfast is the key to your heart. One of my closest friends is like that. He’s into waffles and coffee.”

“He should meet my friend, Cami,” she remarked. “She makes the best waffles I’ve ever tasted. She also worked as a barista when we were in college.”

“Xan would probably propose to her on the spot,” I mused.

“Ah, so you’re talking about Xander from your band,” she deduced.

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

“Then they must never meet,” Bentley added with a giggle. “Cami is a huge fan, and she’d promise to make him waffles forever.”

“Xander’s used to that sort of thing,” I assured her. “They might be a good match.”

“No,” she insisted with a shake of her head. “Cami always gets tired of her boyfriends within a few months. She’d leave him, and then you’d have to listen to your friend complain about how much he missed her.”

“Maybe she’d be the one missing him,” I pointed out.

“Nope,” she replied. “They all fall for Cami. She’s good at becoming every guy’s dream girl, for a short time. It’s sad when I run into one of them months after she ends things. She ruins every man she dates.”

I was beginning to think Bentley was going to do the same to me. I was definitely not happy about only having her for one night, but I refused to dwell on that while she was naked and in my bed. “So, what should I order?”

“I’ll have the steak and eggs,” she replied. “Eggs over easy and the steak medium.”

“Nice,” I praised. “I might have kicked you out of my room had you told me you don’t like a good steak.”

“What do you do with all your vegetarian groupies?” she asked. “This is California.”

“I don’t invite them to spend the night in my room,” I explained.

“So, you kick the vegetarians out of your bed?” she asked.

“I don’t let the groupies spend the night,” I clarified. “You’re an exception. I like your company, and you are irresistibly sexy. You are the perfect combination of Ginger and Mary Ann.”

She laughed at my description. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

“I’m surprised,” I remarked. “You’ve got all these incredible curves and the sweet look.”

Her cheeks flushed. When she said nothing, I grabbed the phone to order. I also talked them into sending up condoms from the gift shop.

“Don’t you think two boxes of condoms might be too many?” she asked when I ended the call.

“They only have the three packs,” I explained. Nine times was likely more than I could pull off, but I loved a challenge. “I better put some pants on so I can answer the door when our order arrives.”

Her pout was adorable.

“You want me to answer the door naked?” I asked.

“That would probably be too much for the hotel staff to handle,” she remarked. “I hate covering all that perfection up.”

“Perfection?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as I slipped into a pair of running shorts.

“Are you trying to get me to stroke your ego?” she asked.

“My ego definitely enjoys being stroked by you,” I teased.

Her eyes darted to the front of my shorts. “I haven’t gotten a chance to taste you yet.”

“Now, is not the time for that,” I insisted as I settled onto the bed beside her.

“You seem to like the idea,” she pointed out, her eyes on my tented shorts.

“I definitely like the idea,” I assured her. “I’m not sure we have enough time before our food arrives.

Her lips curled into a naughty grin. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I had to bite back a groan when she got to her knees and began to tug my shorts down around my thighs. We didn’t have time, and I should tell her to stop, but I wasn’t a masochist. There was no way I’d be able to walk to the door with images of Bentley’s mouth wrapped around my cock playing in my mind.

Fuck it. We could make time.

Bentley’s fingers wrapped around the base of my dick, and she moved her hand up and down the length of my shaft. With a sweet smile, she watched me. My fists were clenched at my sides in an effort to keep myself from taking control. This was her show.

I watched as she leaned forward to run her tongue around the tip of my dick.

My breathing was somewhat labored. Her warm tongue moved up and down the front of my shaft, occasionally stopping to tease the overly sensitive underside of the tip. All the while, her hand gripped the base, alternating between sliding up and down and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

“That feels so fucking good,” I ground out just before her lips closed around my erection.

I gripped her hair, unable to resist the urge to guide her movements. She made no complaint. In fact, she moaned around my dick. It wasn’t long until I was lifting my hips to meet her mouth. As for Bentley, I’d never been with a woman who could give a blow job like her. She took me so deep, I was amazed she didn’t gag.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I ground out, releasing her hair, so she could decide how she wanted this to end. When she sucked and licked my dick with even more fervor, I came so hard, I saw black spots.

“So good,” I rasped out as she drank down my release.

I pulled her on top of my chest and kissed her until she was panting and straddling my hips to grind against my cock. I was already getting hard and dying to be inside her again.

“Damn, I hope room service gets here soon,” I muttered.

“Why’s that?” she asked with an innocent smile. “Are you hungry?”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” I told her. “Why don’t you slide up here and let me eat that amazing pussy of yours?”

“Shouldn’t we wait until after room service comes?” she asked, already moving to straddle my face. She was something else.

“I guess you’d better come quickly, or you’ll have to wait for me to fuck you after we eat,” I told her before spreading her to give me better access. I had her screaming my name right before our order arrived.