Page 27 of Until I Found You
Ten
Graham
She’s killing me. Fucking killing me.
My eyes drink in their fill of her as she walks down the hallway like her ass is on fire.
Her legs. Fuck me, those legs. They’ve been the focal point of many of my fantasies. The look in her eyes, I knew that look. I remember what she looks like when she’s about to fall apart before me. I’ve memorized it and engraved it into my memory.
Reaching down, I adjust my aching cock in my pants.
I spend the rest of the trip doing my best to avoid Halle. I don’t even look her way. It’s early evening by the time we arrive in Chicago and check into the hotel. You’d think we’d all be tired from the traveling, but it’s the exact opposite. I’m just ready to get out and stretch my legs.
We opt to stay at the Westin hotel located downtown. Kinsley insisted on it since it’s the hotel where Callum stayed at when he was visiting Chicago the day he met Ellie. It’s also near Velvet. I haven’t been back here since before I moved.
After we check in, we decide to head up to our rooms with the plan to meet back down in the lobby in an hour to head to dinner. We all crowd into the elevator, making our way to our rooms.
Everyone here is coupled off, except for Halle and Brannon, so I decided to get my own room. The last thing I wanted to worry about was waking up in the middle of the night hearing shit I have no business hearin’.
As the elevator climbs higher and higher, everyone slowly exits the elevator and before too long it’s just Halle and me alone together once again.
Leaning against the back wall, I look forward with my eyes fixed on Halle in the mirror in front of us. I know she is aware of my eyes on her, as she stares up at the monitor reading the floors as we make our way to the eighth floor.
The elevator dings as we make our arrival and, once again, she’s out of the door like the devil is hot on her heels. With my bag in my hand, I follow along right behind her and am surprised when I see her stop at Room 827.
The odds are working in my favor apparently, as I move to stand next to her, holding my keycard in front of the scanner to Room 825.
“See you at dinner, Halle,” I say, just as the green light flashes and I open the door.
She mutters out a response, before she quickly scurries inside and the door slams behind her.
The entire time I’m in the shower, my mind is back on her. I picture her in the room next door, crawling up onto the bed. I think about her slipping those shorts over her hips and down her sexy as fuck legs, before her hand slides down between them, rubbing her fingers over her clit.
I imagine her thinking about me, pretending it’s me who’s touching her, my mouth that’s between her legs, up her stomach, before my lips wrap around her nipple. The thought of her shuttered breaths as she lets out a quiet moan forces me to squeeze my dick so hard, I worry the damage I could do, as cum shoots out onto the tile of the shower wall.
Pressing my arm against the wall, I let the steady stream of water fall against my back as I struggle to gather my breath and not collapse on the floor.
Pulling myself together, I finish washing up in the shower before stepping out and drying off with the towel. As much as I hate to admit it, I feel a lot better.
The weather in Chicago is warm, despite the cool breeze at night whipping through the windy city. I go for more of a casual look, dressed in my dark denim jeans, boots, and heathered button up shirt.
Checking the time, I pause for any sign that maybe Halle is next door and I consider waiting until I hear her door opening and closing before I head down to the lobby. Deciding against it though, I quickly put on deodorant and cologne and head down to meet my friends.
I don’t see Halle there, so I was right. She’s still getting ready. I picture her standing in the bathroom with her hair and makeup products littering the counter, music playing on her phone while she gets ready.
She used to always make the biggest mess when she would get ready. I would always ask her what she needed all that shit for when she was naturally beautiful. She didn’t need a damn thing on her face to look pretty. She’d just roll her eyes at me, tell me to be quiet, as she’d pick up her brush using it as a microphone to sing whatever song was playing at the time.
Brannon, Wes, and Kinsley are all gathered around in the lobby. Kinsley’s scrolling through her phone, while absentmindedly talking to Wes about the itinerary for the evening. I don’t bother worrying about what she has planned. I trust she has it all taken care of. I don’t need to get in her way, she’ll make sure I am where I’m supposed to be.
While we wait for the rest of the crew to meet up with us, Brannon and I talk about the upcoming Iowa football season until Callum, Ellie, Mason, and Brea join us a few minutes later.
“Dammit, Halle. Of course, you have to be the last one to arrive,” Kinsley huffs.
I want to laugh at Kinsley. It drives her crazy when Halle is late.
Glancing over at the bank of elevators, I consider asking her if she wants me to run upstairs quick when Halle steps out of the elevator. Her long blonde hair is curled in waves, pulled over her shoulder. She’s dressed in a black fitted dress. The straps are small, only about an inch wide. As she comes closer to me, I admire the lace material that covers her body. Staring at her, I watch the subtle bob of her throat as she swallows, and it takes everything in me not to pull her in my arms and kiss up her neck, feeling the lace beneath my fingers.
She looks fucking stunning. A knock-out.
