Chapter 7
Alley
The whole drive was a bit of a daze.
Making out with Landon in the truck reminded me of when we were young and first in love. While we were a lot older, we were just as in love, and the make-out session was just as hot. I really wasn’t sure how we stopped ourselves long enough to make it back to the hotel, but somehow we managed.
We did, however, take advantage of an empty elevator on the way up to our floor, a little something to tide us over until we were truly alone. The second our door closed, encasing us in our private room, we pounced on each other.
Our clothes were shed instantly, and I once again found myself wrapped around him like a monkey as I had been earlier, but this time without an audience—which my husband took full advantage of.
Landon pinned me against the door, our naked bodies aligned perfectly, and his cock immediately nudged at my entrance.
With patience long gone, he drove into me in one hard thrust as he mumbled in a lust-induced state that we’d take it slow on the next round.
That was fine with me; I felt as desperate for him to be inside me as he was to get there.
In seconds, he had me panting and screaming his name.
I should have been worried about anyone who might have walked down the hall and heard us from the other side, but that didn’t even cross my mind until after he had me seeing stars, both of us falling over the edge together.
Even then, I barely cared as I came down from the spectacular orgasm I had, sated beyond measure.
My head fell to Landon’s shoulder. Our hearts beat like a deep bass, and our ragged breathing reverberated through the room, coming from all directions as though we were hooked up to our own surround sound system.
That’s when it kicked in just how loud we probably had been, and a giggle shook my body. “We probably woke the whole damn hotel.”
Landon chuckled just as the hotel phone rang, and my head popped up. We stared at each other, frozen, both clearly thinking the same thing.
“We’re getting kicked out,” I whispered, as though if I said it very quietly they’d forget we were in our room.
Letting go of my legs, I slid down my husband’s impressive body and wobbled. It was like I had a pair of sea legs or they were made of jelly after that earth-shattering escapade. Before he could let go, the phone stopped ringing, but instantly began again.
“You good, baby?”
When I shook my head to confirm, he let go and made his way across the room toward the phone. I ogled my husband’s state-of-the-art body, and felt my body zing to life again.
“Hello?” he answered, snapping my attention back to the fact we’d probably been made and would have to pack our things.
Frowning in confusion when he laughed and held out the phone to me, I made my way over to where he was next to the bed. I wondered if it would be rude to hang up on the caller and just throw my husband down on the mattress since he still owed me a slow seduction.
“Who is it?”
He just grinned and shook the phone at me.
I grabbed it and placed it against my ear hesitantly. “This is Alley,” I said in a professional voice.
High-pitched laughter filled the receiver, then I heard my friends yell, “Busted.”
Relief washed over me that it wasn’t the front desk, and then I jumped into response mode. “You do know that paybacks are a bitch, right, ladies?”
The reply was a bunch of snickers.
“Hanging up now, brats.”
We could hear their giggles as I moved to put the phone down, shaking my head at their silly antics. Landon watched me with mirth in his eyes, and I just shrugged.
“Gotta love them.” I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his middle, looking up at him. “But I will still get them back.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he teased.
“I’ll worry about that later,” I told him, as I planted a kiss on his muscled chest. “First, I need dessert. Then we should make use of this bed.”
He glanced at the king-size bed next to us and looked back at me with a sexy smirk. “Even though I have dessert right in front of me, I guess I could call room service for you.”
At his words, my pulse started to race and my body heated in response. “I think my dessert can wait.”
My husband pulled in a sharp breath while his eyes sparked with heat, and then he was pushing me onto the bed, his body coming down over mine.
“How very generous of you to let me have mine first.”
With him hovering over me, I slid my palm down his body and wrapped it around his thick erection. “Do you want to show how thankful you are?”
His cock jumped in my hand.
“That I do, but beware, I plan to savor a bit of my sweetness.”
“Your sweetness, huh?”
“Oh yeah. You’ve always been mine and always will be,” he said. “Heart, body, and soul.”
While balancing on the hand that rested next to my head, he skimmed his other hand slowly down the side of my breast, over the curve of my hip, slid it down my thigh, before making his way to my sex.
“Mi tesoro,” he said softly.
A shiver took hold, and my body trembled. He also told me I was his treasure, but I couldn’t help but tease him.
“I think you just found the treasure,” I purred.