Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sophia
After a meal of burgers at a drive-up restaurant, we head to the hotel in Cleveland that Rex booked us…fine, Rex broke down and called his assistant who booked it. At this point, I’m pretty sure that all four men are being tracked by their people via their cell phones. They’ve all been yelled at by agents, assistants, and security. But at some point, before we reached Devil’s Tower, I think their staff finally realized these men were going to do whatever these men wanted to do.
I admire that about them. They are trying to be free, and I don’t think that they’ve had a chance to do that in a long time.
“Damn, that was a good burger,” Tate says as he rubs his belly.
I poke him above his belly button and he grins at me. “You just ate your weight in grilled cow. I think we might have to roll you into the hotel tonight.”
“It was good. And I don’t have to film anything for a bit, so I indulged,” he mutters.
I lean against him with my head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you indulged. You need to indulge a little more in life. It’s too short to never do what you want to do.”
Penn pulls us into the hotel parking garage. I sit up and Tate leans over.
“Oh, I’m going to do what I want to do in just a few minutes,” he whispers with a wink.
I blush as I get out of the car.
“I’ll go in and grab the keys,” Rex says.
“You sure?” I ask as I look around the half-empty parking lot.
He lowers his baseball cap and nods. Rex hasn’t shaved in days, and he looks more mountain man than movie star. In fact, all of the guys seem to have adopted this persona.
Penn opens the back of the car, and we unload our bags. It feels like a routine now, and if I’m being honest with myself, a big part of me is going to miss this when I get home tomorrow.
Rex comes back after a few minutes and hands out the key cards.
“We’re leaving at five in the morning,” Penn says as we all head into the hotel.
Everyone groans as we follow. I’m not sure why he’s adamant about stopping by this beach, but I guess it’s a nice way to start our last day and we’ll be back at my house by lunchtime.
Tate and I ride the elevator to the top floor. I frown, wondering why Rex got us a room all the way up here. Neither of us says a word as we step out to find double doors in front of us. Tate opens the door and I gasp. It’s a penthouse suite with a view of Lake Erie. A few museums along the lake are lit up and I look out at the water. It’s still slightly shimmering as moonlight hits it.
I look over at Tate. “Why did Rex book this?” I ask, frowning because I don’t understand why he would have given us this room and not himself.
Tate turns, dropping his bag, and walks over to me. He slides my bag off my shoulder and cups my face.
“Because I asked him to,” he says.
Now, I’m really frowning. When did he do that? We’ve been inseparable all day.
He waggles his eyebrows. “I have mad texting skills, M,” he says as if reading my mind.
“Are you sure you aren’t a wizard?” I ask.
He smirks and glances over at the enormous bed across from us. “I mean…” He trails off and I groan and shove his chest playfully.
“Don’t forget, your ego has to stay in check if it’s fitting back through those double doors,” I tease.
“Right now, M, my ego wants to see you naked,” he growls as he starts pulling at my top.
“R-right now?” I splutter.
“Right the fuck now,” he states as I lift my arms and he tugs my shirt over my head.
“But the windows,” I whisper as my shirt flies over my head and my eyes look out at the lake.
With a sigh, he walks over to the wall and turns the lights out. “Better?” he asks.
I nod and he continues removing my clothes. First my bra, and then my shorts. And then he kneels on the ground, lifting one foot on his knee and undoing my laces. He slides my shoe off and removes my sock before doing the same with my other foot. He’s so gentle and reverent as if my feet are being worshipped.
I’m left standing in only my panties. His eyes darken and then his lips twitch and I look down and want to die. I’m wearing unicorn underwear. Little unicorns dot my white panties. Oh crap! I completely forgot I put these on earlier. My hands fly to my crotch, but he grabs them, forcing them away.
“Oh no, I like these,” he says as he leans forward and plants a kiss on them right above where I want his lips to be.
I shiver as he plants a second and third kiss there.
“Tate,” I moan, feeling needy.
“Patience, Sophia. I want to take my time tonight,” he says. And my mind begins to wonder. Does he want to take his time because he’s second-guessing this and tonight is our last together? Does he want to take his time because he knows we’ll have to be apart soon?
“Soph, stop thinking. Your loud thoughts are getting in the way of my dessert,” he groans as his fingers hook in the sides of my underwear, slowly pushing them down my thighs.
I step out of them and look into his eyes.
“I want to take my time because I feel like taking my time tonight. Is that OK?” he asks.
I don’t have words right now. Mostly because I’m pretty sure I’m in some kind of dream sequence and I don’t want to wake up because it’s so good.
So I nod.
“Good, now about that dessert,” he says as he leans forward, pushing my thighs apart and running his tongue over my folds.
“Fuck,” I cry out as his tongue presses into me, and I grab his head to steady myself, but he pulls back.
“Nope. This won’t do. I need more,” he growls as he stands and picks me up as if I weigh nothing and tosses me on the nearby bed.
I yelp on a giggle as he crawls up beside me, his head lying on the giant bed. He grabs me again and pulls me over him, my legs falling to either side of his chest.
“What am I doing here?” I say with a laugh.
“You’re sitting on my face, M. I want your pussy suffocating me, right now,” he demands as he presses my ass, trying to get me to move forward.
My eyes widen and I look down at him. “No way, I’m not killing you,” I scoff.
He groans and I don’t have time to respond as he uses all his might to force me up, I lean forward, grabbing the headboard as I begin to fall, my knees involuntarily hitting the bed on either side of his head. He grips my ass hard and pushes me down, and then…oh fuck, he wasn’t kidding.
His tongue swirls around my clit and then goes south. He works that magic tongue in and out of me, over and over as his nose starts hitting my clit, and I swear to God he moves his nose on purpose because, in a matter of minutes, I’ve lost my mind. I am no longer of this world. I am grinding on his face as his tongue plunges into me. I don’t always come from oral sex but this…this is next level. He hasn’t even used his fingers and I’m already coming undone.
He growls against my wet flesh, and I swear his tongue vibrates. I move faster, not caring that I’m making a mess on his beard, not caring about anything at all except coming. Somehow, he slides his tongue deeper inside me and curves it as my clit rubs against his nose and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
“Tate!” I scream as my body spasms, and I go completely rigid before I turn into a pile of mush. He slides out from under me, and then he presses into me slowly from behind as I still clench my fingers on the headboard.
“Fuck,” he drawls out slowly, pressing a hand on my back so my head goes into the pillow. He begins thrusting faster.
“What happened to slow?” I pant.
“Fuck slow. I need you now,” he growls as he moves faster, the entire bed shaking as he reaches up past my head and grabs the headboard with one hand next to mine, while he grabs my breast and pulls me back against him with the other. This man is a sex genius. The leverage between my body and headboard gives him the ability to move at a powerboat speed.
“Don’t stop!” I cry out as he pistons into me.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, his hand sliding down my body. His fingers find my clit and he rubs it gently in smooth circles, completely the opposite of his thrusts.
“Holy fuck!” I manage as I feel my body catapulting to another release.
I grip his arm and come undone a second time, screaming something incoherent as I do. He follows me a moment later before pulling out and pressing me to him as we both let our breathing return to normal.
“OK, now we can go slow,” he finally says, and I laugh. How is this man so perfect?