Page 61 of Faithful

He sits up and pulls one knee to his chest, hugging his leg. “What for, Dylan?”

I look up at him from the pillow, meeting his gaze as he turns his head to the side. “You know what for,” I say, forcing the words out, my throat suddenly hoarse, my tongue close to useless.

“No, I don’t unless you tell me.”

I want to. More than anything. But I don’t.

Instead, I let it simmer, let it remain there unuttered.

* * *

I’m awoken by a furious banging on the door, then an angry voice. “Kai, get your fucking ass up! People fromMayhemare downstairs!”

My heart lurches and attempts to make a run for it, shoving itself into my throat.

I sit up with a grunt, my elbow brushing against a warm strip of skin. The light pouring into the suite is so bright I’m blinded by it the moment I open my eyes to assess the severity of the situation. My mind is flooded with hundreds of heated images of Kai, very naked and full of my cock.

“Relax,” his sleepy voice says off to the side, ignoring the disturbance in the corridor.

He then nudges me back down, plasters his body on top of mine, and pulls the sheet over us. The sun still penetrates the fabric, thin stripes falling across Kai’s cheek.

Instantly, the annoyed asshole (who sounds a lot like Finn) at the door is forgotten.

I follow my instincts and wrap my arms around his waist, asking, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t want to leave this bed.” He grins, thrusting a knee in between my thighs.

God fucking hell on earth and in heaven, but seeing him like this–a multitude of contradictions–makes me lose my shit. Every connection of skin, every shared inch of it, seems more intimate now than before. Even his expression is different. As if I’m finally seeing some of those hidden parts of him he was afraid to show me before last night.

Is this what sex does to people?

“What are you smiling about?” Kai asks tauntingly, brushing a finger against my lips.

I didn’t even realize I was. “What areyousmiling about?”

He drops his face to mine and kisses me. It’s gentle, a simple acknowledgement of a bond between two people rather than a prelude to something filthy and hot.

I could probably stay in bed tangled with him for the rest of my life, I find myself thinking.

There’s more banging and several ridiculous threats.

Kai unwillingly separates his mouth from mine.

“Hey, what’sMayhem?” I ask when we break apart.

Kai very dramatically tosses the sheet to the side and rolls his eyes. “Some magazine about music, fashion, tattoo culture, blah, blah, blah.” He slides to sit next to me, his hair a mess cascading down his inked shoulders.

“You don’t like doing press, do you?”

“I generally don’t mind but not right now,” he confesses, then looks at me with those rain cloud eyes of his that turn me into a strung-up bundle of nerves.

“Should I wait here?” Frankly, I’m not sure what to do with Iodine’s entire crew occupying the floor. Being recognized isn’t something I can afford. Plus, there’s Gavin too, tracking my steps.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Kai explains as he starts getting ready to leave. “We’ll get room service. If you want to go outside, you gotta be careful. Danny’s next door. And Finn’s down the hall. I mean not for the next sixty minutes, but just so you’re aware to watch yourself.”

Fuck. I hope poor Danny didn’t hear us last night.

Wait… What if Danny did hear us last night?

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