Page 63 of Worthy

No goodbyes needed. I take the hand of my newunmarriedfriend—at least, I’m assuming he’s not married, but then how would I really know—and drag him with me, out of the club and into a cab.

My hotel is only five minutes away, but it’s still more than enough time forSinfulSethto slide his hand between my legs and whisper purely filthy things into my ear. When we get up to my room, he’s slamming me up against the door before I can even attempt to reach for my room key.

“I bet you look damn good on your knees,” he growls into my mouth, and for some unknown reason, all I can see in my mind is me on my knees…

Earlier, in the hallway at Kennan’s house. With Lance humping my face and whining those delicious, nervous noises.

Shaking it away, I get us inside the room, and we immediately start stripping. Shirts and pants come off while we attack each other like ravenous animals. It’s perfect, andexactlywhat I need…

Until my phone starts ringing, in my pocket on the floor.

My movements slow, but Seth the gentleman, grabs my jaw to hold my mouth where he wants it. “Bend over, beautiful. Let me see what you’re giving me.”

Normally, words like that would have me shivering in anticipation. But right now, the hunger I usually feel when I’m about to get dicked isn’t as strong as I’d like it to be. Still, I turn around, closing my eyes at the feel of lips on the nape of my neck.

He shoves me forward and I gasp, bending at the waist and bracing my hands on the nearest piece of furniture; a chair. His hands are all over my ass, gripping and squeezing as he slowly lowers my fitted black boxer briefs. I take in a deep breath, focusing on staying in the moment; on the thrill of my overactive need to be turned out.

My phone starts ringing again.

I gulp. “I’m just gonna…” My hand inches to the floor, reaching for my pants.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, pushing me onto my knees and immediately kneeling behind me. “You’re mine right now.”

“‘Kay…” I sigh, panting just a little.

Seth licks a line up my spine. “Condom?”

“In my… pocket.”

He reaches into the pocket of my pants to grab a condom. And my phone slides out with it.

Then it starts ringing some more.

“Someone’s looking for you…” he chuckles breathlessly, tearing the condom open with his teeth.

“Yea…” I mumble, my eyes shifting to my phone on the floor.

It’s a New Mexico number I don’t recognize. And my gut tightens at the idea that it might be…

No. No, absolutely not. Itcan’tbe him…

Why would he scurry off again like a frightened animal, only to call me repeatedly?? That would be sincerely fucked up.

But now that the thought is in my mind, it won’t go. I can’t focus on anything Seth is doing because I’m too busy wondering who the hell is calling me over and over and over…

“Hang on,” I mutter to Seth, grabbing my phone and sliding to accept the call. “Yes…?”

“Tate…”

Jesus Christ…

My eyes close and I rub them hard, a sigh of bewildered frustration leaving my lips. “How did I know it would be you…?”

“I’msorry, T,” Lance whispers in my ear, and my teeth grind so hard I can hear them snapping.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I grunt. “I’m getting motion sickness…”

“I know,” he grumbles, sounding exhausted. “I know, it’s fucked up. I shouldn’t be—”

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