Page 30 of Knotted their Beauty

“You,” I hiss, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible before leaning against it after flicking the lock.

My back slides down until my ass hits the carpeted floor and I suck back a sob.

Stupid, so fucking stupid!

“Hey, open up. Arlo! Dammit.”

There’s silence for a short period before the sound of something fiddling with the lock fills the air, as I struggle to calm my breathing.

“I’m…Just give me a minute,” I rasp.

“You aren’t being very convincing. I want to respect your privacy, but I’m having a very difficult time with it. Please open up so I can pretend I’m not two screws away from removing your doorknob. Fuck the hotel and how pissed they’ll be about the scratches later. I’ll pay for it.”

I should be scared that he is trying to break into my room, yet I’m not. Ves March only chases after serial killers.

Until now at least.

Dragging my shirt over my face to mop up my tears of self pity, I tell my cock to behave itself as it perks up at Ves’ voice. I’m so fucked up.

Standing, I push myself to my feet and unlock the door. I still can’t believe I couldn’t stop staring at Lennox’s cock. How damn embarrassing am I?

I clearly need to find some time to come before I begin crushing on every male I come in contact with.

Ves’ eyes move over me once I open the door, and I know he’s noticing everything from my hard cock to the wetness on my shirt. His nose flares as if that’ll help him decipher what he’s seeing, but it doesn’t. If anything, his brows pressing together tells me I’m confusing him even more.

“Why do you smell like you’re turned on, and like salt?” he asks.

“Why do you have a screwdriver and a knife in your hand?”

Tit for tat, Mr. March. He doesn’t fucking like that and his lips twist in annoyance.

“I’m just having a rough night. I think I’m going to shower.”

He shakes his head slowly. I’m already wearing pajamas. I shouldn’t need a shower, but I desperately need some relief. My cock is weeping…

“You’re crying.”

I roll my eyes. “Very perceptive.”

“And you have a hard-on.”

“You’re on point tonight, aren’t you?” I ask while trying not to die of embarrassment. We might be attracted to each other, extremely attracted, but that’s where the buck has stopped despite how I feel. I have to try to stay strong and unfazed if that’s all it’ll ever be.

Ves’ hooded gaze drops to my crotch again and he pauses as he licks his lips. “Do you know how often I fist my cock while thinking about you?”

“I… No? You barely tolerate me,” I scoff, the question catching me off guard and pissing me off. “I’m a pain in your ass and can’t do anything right!”

“Are you serious right now?” He scowls then shakes his head. “Fuck that.” Ves tosses his makeshift lock picking kit on the table in the hall and stalks into the room right toward me. His large hand fists my shirt, pulling me closer until he drags his nose against mine and breathes deeply.

I can’t breathe. Is this really happening? There’s no fucking way. His scent is a heavier, deeper scent of chocolate, and his cock is hard as he pulls me flush against him, his length pressing into my stomach.

“Do you know what I learned at the beach yesterday?”

I perfume at the dark timbre of his voice and I fucking whine.

“I learned I want you to be my good fucking boy, and I’m going to break all of my rules in order to make that happen.” Ves looks up at me, searching my eyes briefly. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, tell me now.”

His lips brush against mine and I push up onto my toes to show him exactly where my head is at. I barely notice when the door closed earlier, and every nerve ending screams with need.