Chapter Seven
Reid
When he fell to his knees right there at the hotel entrance, I nearly came on the spot. There was something about Kayson that had all my engines running. Plus, he was nice and funny and compassionate. The way he practically gave that old woman flowers to honor her dead husband on a regular basis flooded my heart with feels.
But feels were bad. I was in a town I didn’t live in, far away from where I did live. Or at least for the next few weeks. I still needed to deal with that. If I couldn’t fix that mess, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.
Technically, I could work anywhere with decent Internet, but I’d settled into the city after college and stayed out of habit. Habit and my unhealthy relationship with Topher.
I made my way to my room and was pleasantly surprised to find sheets on my bed.
I flopped on it and took out my phone. My email had a bunch of junk as well as the promised copy of the lease. The damn thing was ten pages long and not even in English.
I clicked forward and did what I knew to be a mistake—I sent it to Topher asking him if there were any loopholes to help me re-sign or at the very least stay the last few days of the month without losing my deposit. Before I could change my mind, I hit send. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. All I wanted to do was get ready for my date.
It had been so long since I’d been on one. A first date anyway. Before I could peel myself from the bed, the phone buzzed. It was Topher, texting instead of replying to my email.
I see you came to your senses. Yes, I will look at it, but there is probably not much that can be done in time. You shouldn’t have put all your eggs into my basket.
Asshole.
I shut the phone down and grabbed my suitcase. Much to my dismay, I hadn’t brought many nice clothes except those for the wedding. Jeans and a sweater were as good as it was going to get. Given where we were, it was probably fancy enough. Small towns rarely had snooty restaurants that had required jackets and ties, and Kayson didn’t seem the type.
He was the type who wanted more than a one-night stand, though, and I wasn’t sure why he was messing around with me, then. It wasn’t like I lived close by. Was he looking for long distance? Was I okay with that? Screw it. I shoved that entire train of thought down. I didn’t need to deal with any of that now. He knew I was a visitor—done.
I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them on the dresser. They smelled like travel and spilled coffee. If luck was on my side, the hotel had a washer for guests.
The shower was nice and steamy, which was surprising and just what I needed. I let the water cascade down my body as I shampooed. I normally showered with a very limited supply of hot water, so I decided to enjoy every moment of the luxury-hotel-sized hot water supplies afforded—at least during late afternoon when no one else was demanding any.
I cleaned up but basked in the moment, thinking back to the entire day, from the insanely early flight, to the long drive to the lease-fail, to Kayson. Kayson. The way he looked at me like I was worth his attention. It had been so long since anyone looked at me that way. It wasn’t even just lust, but there was that aplenty. No, he looked at me as if the words I spoke were important.
And the way his whole face lit up when he smiled.
And the way his muscular chest was hinted at through his shirt when he moved just right. He wasn’t wearing skin-tight clothes to accentuate it like gym rats often did, but that didn’t prevent me from catching glimpses which was, to be honest, far sexier than in-your-face flaunting.
And the way he didn’t give two hoots that Mrs. Harrison walked in on us as we played tonsil hockey, or even that anyone in town could’ve seen him drop to his knees in front of me.
Oh, the things that image of him there, in front of me, all needy, did to me. I’d been a walking hard-on since I first saw him, but thinking about him there, on his knees, his fingers digging into my hips, had it becoming almost painful.
My hand slipped down my chest and gripped my cock, giving it a squeeze, hoping it would alleviate things even the tiniest of bits. It didn’t.
A quick pump of body wash later, and my hand was once again wrapped around myself only, this time, I planned to tame the damn thing. Not that I had any glimmer of hope that the blasted thing wouldn’t react again the second his scent enveloped me.
I leaned back in the shower, closing my eyes as I jerked myself. I thought about what would come next if he were on his knees like that with me someplace more private. Would he tease me slowly—rubbing me through my jeans with his hand or possibly his mouth, or would he open my jeans and have my pants around my ankles and my cock between his sexy lips before I even realized what was happening? And would it all be foreplay as he waited for me to beg for his knot, or would he let me come down his throat without even paying attention to my dripping hole?
I jerked myself faster and faster, harder and harder, as I thought of all the possibilities based on that one tiny moment we shared, and I found myself coming before I finished wandering through the amazing fantasy laid out before me.
I couldn’t wait for our date.
I rewashed myself, and also washed the evidence of my naughty little wandering mind down the drain before toweling off and getting ready for our date.
I was barely dressed when he came knocking on my door, much earlier than I had expected.
“You got here faster than I thought you would.” I spoke as I opened the door to find him standing there dressed in a similar outfit to my own.
Apparently, my attempt to tame the snake failed, for I was already sporting a semi before he even spoke his first word.
“Want me to come back later?”
I stood back, realizing I’d been blocking the door, which was far from my intent. Although going inside lowered the odds of us eating dinner anytime soon.
“Heck no.” I kissed his cheek as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “I was wondering how I was going to distract myself while I waited.”
“I know the feeling,” he groaned as he nestled his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
“Everything good on the flo—”
He cut me off with a kiss, one that stole my breath away.
“Less talking,” he mumbled against my lips. “More kissing.”
That was something I could get behind.
Twenty minutes later, we finally left my room to go on our date, agreeing we were going to need sustenance for what we both wanted to come next.