Chapter Nine
Brett
What the fuck is Mark doing here?
Searching my hazy memories from the night before, I landed on the one where the tequila had told him that I’d gotten a room at the hotel for a date. Fucking tequila.
I wasn’t nearly done with Sophia yet. I wanted to crawl into that pussy and set up camp there. Live there. Never leave there.
She looked terrified at the intrusion. Her eyes were huge, and her body trembled, alhough that could’ve still been the orgasms. Seeing her come was a thing of glory, and I absolutely intended on seeing it as often as she could take it for the rest of the weekend.
Sophia scurried out of bed, climbing over me in a rush. Her pert ass drew my attention as she did, and I couldn’t help but reach out give her light smack.
My inner caveman wanted to pull her back to the bed, get her underneath me, and fuck her until she screamed my name again.
But first, I had to deal with her date crashing brother. It made no sense that he was there. Zero. He was, though, as I was reminded when he called out again.
“Dude, what’s taking you so long?”
“I’m coming,” I yelled.
Once Sophia and her clothes were safely in the bathroom, I crossed the bedroom, back out through the living room area of the suite, and swung the door open to glower at my best friend.
“What the fuck, Mark?”
He reeked of booze and flashed me a lopsided smile. “Hello to you, too.”
“Seriously, ddue,” I said. “What are you doing here?”
“Met Annie for a few drinks at the bar downstairs, but then she got called away on a work emergency, and I remembered you were here tonight.” Mark’s words weren’t slurred, so I knew that he wasn’t that drunk. Tipsy, at best.
Which meant that I had to be very, very careful here. Drunk Mark would’ve been easy to distract. Still kind of sober Mark, not so much.
“I’m here,” I said. “Did you forget the part where I told you I was here for a date though?”
Mark craned his neck to look into the empty suite behind me. “Did you drag yourself out here, away from said date?”
I shrugged. “Nope, chick never showed.”
“That sucks, man. I’m sorry.” He reached up to pat my shoulder twice, then blew right past me into the suite. My stomach knotted uncomfortably, and a ripple of panic shot through my gut.
Fuck, he’s going to find out.
Mark stopped in the middle of the living room, turned around slowly, and whistled low. “Nice place you got for the night. Chick must’ve been quite something.”
That she was. “Yeah, I guess.”
He sank into the couch, crossed his ankle over his knee, and spread out his arms over the backrest. “So why you still here if she never showed?”
“Already paid for the room, figured I’d enjoy it by myself anyway.”
Mark smirked and waved a hand toward me. “That why your hair’s all messed up?”
Shit. I’d smoothed it after I’d yanked my clothes back on, but apparently not enough. Outwardly, I maintained my calm, but on the inside, my mind was warring between ideas to get rid of him and fear that he was going to need to piss soon.
The suite was large, and he couldn’t see the bedroom or the rumpled sheets from here, but there was only one bathroom. And it just so happened to be inhabited by the one person on the planet who shouldn’t be in it. A stab of guilt lodged itself squarely in my heart.
Mark was going to freak the fuck out if he found her. I had to get him out of there. Now.
I wiggled my fingers at him and flashed him most cocky grin. “Well, you know. I planned on getting laid tonight. I’m not opposed to getting the job done myself now that she didn’t.”
He let out a shout of laughter and motioned to the room again. “Guess you did get the nice suite and all. Hope you bought yourself dinner first.”
Running my fingers through my hair to try tame it some, I shrugged. “Nope, I’m easy.”
He laughed again and rose to his feet. “You know there’s a whole bar filled to the brim with pretty ladies right in the lobby, right? Want me to wing man for you?”
“Nope, I’m good here. Think I’m just going to chill and get some sleep. Last night was kinda rough.”
“That it was.” He nodded. “Wanna go on that road trip in the morning that you passed on last night?”
I shook my head. “Can’t. I’m going to have to work.”
Work on getting Sophia to come at least a couple more times, but I wasn’t splitting hairs about it.
Mark looked a little disappointed, but he didn’t say anything about it, and I didn’t ask. “Okay, I can see I’m not wanted here. Enjoy your whack-a-thon or whatever you’re calling it.”
I flipped him the bird, and he smirked at me when he reached the door. “Fuck you too, brother. Oh wait, you’re already doing that.”
He was never going to let me live this down, but I’d take it every day for the rest of my life if I had to. It was worth it.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” I said, watching him open it and laugh as he let it slam behind him.
Once he was gone, I headed back to room, and Sophia cracked open the bathroom door with a deep frown marring her features. “What did he want?”
“To shoot the shit. He was downstairs with Annie, but she bailed, and I think he was bored or something. Come here.” I opened my arms, and she walked right into them. “You feeling okay after everything?”
Those big blue eyes, like sapphires sparkling in the sun, found mine. She looked relaxed, happy even. “I’m feeling more than okay.”