Page 125 of Rebel Obsession

Kian glanced at the clock on the wall. “Was more like three minutes by my count. But please, the room, miss.”

She tapped something on her computer. “Okay so, we do have three single rooms available—”

“One room,” Kian announced. “Only gonna need one.”

The woman looked up. “But there’s only one bed in each room.”

“That won’t be a problem. We only need one for what I’m planning.”

Vaughn shook his head. “Kian. You’re embarrassing her.”

I couldn’t see whether the woman was embarrassed or not. I was sure we weren’t the first ones to come in here, hoping for a bed to have sex in.

But maybe threesomes were less common. Even less common perhaps, was the two stupidly attractive men I was with.

There was a jingle of a key being handed over, and then the woman said, “Room seventeen. Go back out the door and along the path. You can’t miss it.”

Kian turned and strode across the room, back toward the door we’d come in.

Vaughn grumbled, picking up all the bags again.

“Thank you,” I called to the receptionist.

She winked at me. “You’re welcome… I get off at three, and I’m in the unmarked room next to yours if you need a fourth.”

Oh my God.

“She’s already got a fourth, actually.” Kian held open the door so Vaughn could struggle through with the bags. “He’s just not here tonight.”

The woman shook her head. I was pretty sure I heard her mumble “Lucky bitch” below the tinkle of the bell as we filed out.

I slapped Kian on the behind. “Seriously? Do you have no shame?”

He slipped his fingers beneath my panties until his fingertips touched my pussy lips. “Pot calling the kettle black a bit there, aren’t you? You’re the one wearing lingerie beneath that coat and getting all wet and sticky watching me blow Vaughn.”

His touch became a little more insistent, and he opened me up, slipping a finger inside me.

I gasped at him fingering me like this. Out in the parking lot where anyone could see if they happened to look out of their windows.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

He paused at the door to our room and tossed Vaughn the key. “My hands are needed elsewhere.”

His finger plunged back inside me, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Vaughn had the door open in seconds. He tossed the bags to one side, letting them land haphazardly, and slammed the door shut behind us when Kian strode in with me.

I almost didn’t want him to put me down, though holding me in this position had to be uncomfortable. Hell, if he hadn’t been slowly working me toward an orgasm, then I probably would have been uncomfortable too.

My pussy mourned the loss of his fingers, but my nipples got tight when he laid me down on my back and unzipped my jacket. His gaze roamed up and down my body, lingering over my tits encased in their see-through lace bra. He put his mouth to one and sucked me through it, his mouth warm and wet and perfect.

I speared my fingers into his hair, writhing beneath him when he tweaked my other nipple with his fingers. I slid my hands down to fist in the back of his long-sleeved shirt and pulled it over his head so I could see his bare chest.

He lifted his head long enough I got to take in the dusting of chest hair before he kissed me deeply, my head spinning at the intrusion of his tongue and the way I wanted more of it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Vaughn take a seat in the single armchair. He twisted it slightly, so he faced the bed, but seemed content to let this be the Rebel and Kian show.

At least for now.

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