Page 84 of Artemis' Bow
“Here are your keys. The rooms are all on the twelfth floor next to each other, so you and your friends will be close. We have been locking up at ten p.m. every night since the riots and looting started, so please don’t worry about anything. Just rest.” She smiles at us.
“Thank you,” I say.
I take the keys from her and turn with Jayden to the elevator that the others are already standing in front of and grimace. I really don’t like elevators.
“We’re on the twelfth floor. We could just take the stairs,” I say, hopeful.
“Not happening, B. I am too tired to walk up all those stairs right now.” She pushes me inside the metal box.
“Not cool, bitch,” I growl.
The ride up is quick, and we find our rooms in no time. As soon as the door shuts behind me and Jayden, his hands are on my shoulders, kneading the muscles.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he whispers in my ear.
“I can’t help but think we’re going to be too late,” I say. “That woman just told us it’s getting worse. Zeus and Poseidon worked together to warn us. This is all fucked.”
Jayden stops massaging my shoulders and wraps his arms around my middle instead. His hand slides under the hem of my shirt, pressing against the bare skin of my stomach.
“I think you’re worrying too much over tomorrow’s problems again.” He kisses my neck.
“Jayden, I’m serious. We could be going through all of this only to be too late. The world can’t survive without a moon.”
“We’re halfway there. In the morning, we’ll go find out what Adrian’s issue is, and then we’ll move on. We should only be at most two days from New Orleans. The world isn’t going to end in two days, Beth. Have faith in us, please?”
I turn and gaze into his electric blue eyes and sigh. He’s absolutely right. It’s not going to end in two days. We still have time. I lean my forehead against his chest for a second, then I let out a squeak as Jayden scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed.
“I think you, my love, need a distraction,” Jayden says.
“Hmm, what did you have in mind?” I ask.
He trails his lips down my neck but meets the fabric of my shirt with a growl. “Take it off.”
I sit up on the bed but before I can remove it, Jayden rips it over my head in a move so quick I gasp.
“Jayden,” I mumble.
He pushes me back on the bed and kisses the same path as before, only this time my shirt isn’t in the way. He traces the strap of my bra with a gentle finger before sliding it to the side and continuing his path.
“I’m going to worship your body until you’re so worn out all you can do is sleep,” Jayden says.
“Oh gods,” I say as he traces the cup of my bra with his tongue.
“You taste of ambrosia,” he mutters.
He flicks the clasp of my bra, and the material falls away from my heaving chest. He attacks my nipples like a man starved, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. I squirm, rubbing my thighs together, but Jayden presses my hips into the bed to still me even as he grins against my flesh.
“Jayden,” I groan.
“I’m getting there, love.” He kisses and licks his way to the other nipple, showing it the same attention.
“Not fast enough.”
“What do you need?” He sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Friction. I don’t care how, but I need friction, damn it.” I attempt to squirm beneath him again but he’s not allowing any movement.
He’s torturing me and he’s enjoying it, bastard. He cups me over my pants and rubs the heel of his palm over me in quick circles. I arch my back, pushing my breast closer to his mouth.
