The few hours I passed out on the plane, weren’t nearly enough, then we checked in here at Aguas de Ibiza, the most gorgeous hotel I’ve ever been in. We ate breakfast around the pool, took a short nap, ate a quick meal, and then off to that club. Up until Alec left, it was so much fun, but the last couple hours have been brutal.

Now I am exhausted. I face plant onto the bed.

I don’t even have the energy to ooh and ahh at the pretty room. I just made a beeline for the bed. Problem is, so did Jenna and that girl. They’re kissing and moaning next to me, and all I want to do is sleep.

“Jenna!!” I cry, voice muffled by the top of the cream-colored duvet cover. “Why didn’t we get separate rooms?! Or at least two beds? Fucking Jack.” Teaches me not to pay attention, but when we walked into hotel reception yesterday morning, I was too in awe that I was in Spain to think Jack wouldn’t give us a room with two beds. Who thinks of stuff like that until it’s too late? And aside from the Hyatt we booked in New York, I’ve never in my life reserved a room in a hotel.

She comes up for air, her voice low and sexy, as Sophia burrows under the covers. “Sorry, Rue.”

“Alec never came back. He hates me now.” Sophia mumbles something from down below. “What’d she say?”

“She said, Who’s Alec? He doesn’t hate you. He likes you too much, seems like. Do you want to go... get another room?”

With effort I pick up my head. “What? Why me?”

Jenna’s eyelashes are heavy, her mouth open with pleasure. She barely manages to say, “What am I going to do, put it on my card? Oh God… Come on!”

I groan and climb off the bed. “You’re right. You’re right.” Ignoring my discarded heels, I take my blistered bare feet out into the hallway, trudging for the elevator.

It was just Sean and I on the dance floor after Jack left with some brunette he’d just met. Sean couldn’t be trusted with any questions of where Alec went, so I just danced and drank, and didn’t even notice he’d switched my vodka cranberry to just cranberry until the third one in when I told him they were so good, I couldn’t even taste the alcohol! He confessed. “I know you’re being protective, Sean, but cut it out!”

That’s when it was time to call it a night.

Now, waiting for the elevator, I glance down and discover a rip in the seam of my sexy little black dress, one of the many things I bought in New York. “Oh no!” I pull it up and look closer, wondering if it can be fixed, just as the elevator doors open. My head swings up and standing in front of me is Alec with a woman who could be Penelope Cruz’s younger sister draped on his arm.

As he and I recognize each other, his eyes flicker, but that’s about it. I’m stunned. Jaw slackened. Heart pounding. I drop the hem. Straighten up. The woman smiles an I-just-got-fucked smile, and Alec’s cold eyes look as though they don’t know me. A bleeding chunk of my heart falls off. Sean’s warning I wouldn’t listen to is now wearing a white mini-dress and heels to rival any stripper’s. What. The. Fuck.

I hate Ibiza.

The doors start to close. Alec reaches out and stops them. I can’t speak. I just stare at his fingers. Those fingers. Then back to his face. To hers. Back to his. After what seems like an eternity, he asks, “Where’re your brothers?” She lays her head on his shoulder, waiting for my answer.

My voice is so quiet, I can barely hear myself. “They went to their rooms. I was just going to get a separate room for me, because…um...” I trail off, staring at the sex-beast whose tits are way bigger than mine.

Alec is all business. “What’s wrong with your room?”

I whisper over the lump in my throat, “Jenna’s gone girl crazy, that’s what.”

Alec’s left corner of his mouth tugs up, but his eyes are mean. “You’re not joining them? Seemed like you were headed for a threesome.”

Stunned, suddenly aware that I caused him to run to this woman, I cry out with my hands flying up, “No! I just kissed her to beat Jack at his game! I was into you! What does it matter now? You’re here with Señorita Sex!”

In a thick accent, the woman sighs, “Señorita Sex? Really?” To him, she says, “They’re not here. Can I go now?”

Confused, I watch him nod, and she lets go of him, her eyes dead as she eyeballs me and walks out into the hallway. He pulls me in just before the doors close. With a gasp, I’m yanked onto him. “What is going on?!!” He shuts me up with a kiss. His lips press hard into mine, and even though I’m still confused, I respond, throwing my arms over his shoulders with relief.

As the doors whoosh open, one floor up, without explanation I’m pulled down the hallway to the last room. Alec glances several times behind us to make sure we’re not followed, and I look back, too, horrified that this is how we have to live.

I could say no.

I could go downstairs to the lobby and get my own room and clear my head. But I know that’s a feeble plan I will never be able to execute.

This is where I want to be.

On the run or no, I want to be with Alec. Seeing him with that woman drove the point home even more. I won’t share him, and I won’t give him up.

His key opens a Cloud Nine Corner Suite that’s so much better than my room I have to gasp when I see it. The two corner walls are floor-to-ceiling windows. There’s an outdoor patio wrapping around overlooking the water, and gorgeous lounge chairs waiting to be slept in. It’s gorgeous in here, the layout modern yet very relaxing. There’s even a living room area. The bed’s enormous.

Glancing around, I want to punch Jack for his private joke. He must have snickered his smarmy little ass off when he booked me and Jenna in that dinky little room. Probably knew I would think it was amazing, that I’d never know what I was missing because with where I’m from, I’d be impressed. This whole time he’s known he booked me in the hotel’s worst.

“Fucking Jack. I’ll get him,” I mutter, under my breath.

“What?” Alec asks, locking the door.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” I turn to ask what’s going on, who was that girl, where has he been? But he grabs me and kisses me again, pushing me up against the wall and any questions I have out of my head. For now.

His lips brush mine, purposefully teasing me as he groans and slides his hand down the side of my body. “I told you not to kiss anyone else.”

My breath catches as his hand slides under my dress and holds me in the palm of his hand. “If this is my punishment, watch me do it again!”

There’s a possessive fire in his eyes as he reaches for my arms and brings them swiftly up over my head, burying his face into my neck and kissing the soft pad of my earlobe. The warmth of his breath is delicious and my body bends to him as he says, “I mean it. No one else.”

He stares into my eyes, waiting for an answer. I want to know about the girl he was with. But I’m enjoying the power his jealousy is giving me. So instead of submitting, I argue, “It doesn’t count. It was a girl. And she was so pretty, I had to.”

He growls and shoves me tighter against the wall. But there’s a light in his eyes now that’s playful. I’m sure he must see the same in mine because I’m having way too much fun with this. “Oh yeah? She was pretty, huh?”

I stare at his bottom lip, wanting to suck on it. He smiles like he knows what I’m thinking. “She was.” I gasp as he pushes my legs open with his knees, showing me who’s stronger. He reaches down and expertly slips a finger deep inside my slickened opening. I moan as he pushes in deeper and moves it sensually around, driving me crazy.

“It counts. So let me be clear. No men. No women. No transsexuals. Anything with a pulse is off limits.” He smirks at my expression, at the moan he just elicited from me. Leaning down, he slowly runs his tongue across my collarbone, groaning against my skin as his erection heats up through his pants. “When I saw her touching you, I wanted to…”

“You wanted to what? Punch a girl?” I tease him on a smile. “So, what about that she-beast in the elevator?”

“A friend. I had to get your brothers off my scent. I think Sean was having me followed. The guy only left when I ran into Maya and acted like I was interested in her and taking her upstairs. I convinced her to come with me to your room, and shrewd negotiator that she is, she agreed in exchange for backstage tickets.”

“Smart woman,” I murmur. My heart leaps high in the air, but I’m hiding it, acting casual. “You were coming to my room to get me?”

He nods, looking at my mouth for the longest time. He’s staring at my lips for so long that I forget to breathe. Without warning, he leans in and crushes me with the best kiss I’ve ever had, his hands exploring me, firmly pressing down my sides, his thumbs applying pressure to my hips, then traveling down to scratch my thighs on his way back up to slip back into my cave again. Knowing he was coming to my floor to get me has me so excited I’m pulsing a steady heartbeat between my thighs, a growing need for his touch overwhelming me. Those fingers I love so much stroke me just once and stop. I moan. He strokes me again, starting low and inching up tortuously slow. “Oh, Alec.”

He flips me around, and I slap my hands flat against the door as he pushes my legs open and grabs my hips firmly, pushing my ass in the air so he can bury his face in me from behind. I cry out as his tongue explores. He groans, “You taste like sweat and pussy. So good.”

“You sure? I haven’t bathed for awhile and…”

“Shh… I love it.” He burrows his face in me and reaches out his tongue to lick the little bean of my clit until I’m moaning and writhing, lost in it. “That’s it, baby,” he growls against the sensitive skin, the heat of his breath feeling incredible. I cry out as his tongue lunges inside me as deep as it will go. He wiggles it around until I’m screaming out in orgasm, moving my hips to rub myself on him. He doesn’t stop until I beg him to, my knees weakening to collapse. Then he catches me and picks me up.

Curled up in his capable arms, spent and happy, I close my eyes and thank the gods for the timing of that elevator. Had I gotten up out of bed quicker, I might have missed him and now been in a room all by myself, wondering where he was or who he was with.

It would have been a long night.