Page 14 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow

I’ve just finished brushing my teeth when I hear a faint knocking sound. Careful to tighten the knot on my towel so I don’t inadvertently flash anyone, I step back into the bedroom and come to an abrupt stop. The furniture is all back to front, switched around, and upside down in some cases.

My mouth falls open as I stare at the heavy wooden-framed four-poster bed that’s now completely upside down. The thick mattress has fallen onto the inside of the canopy, and the sheets and blankets are splayed across the carpet.

“What the hell?”

The knock comes again, and I realise it’s someone at the door. Without thinking about how I’m still only wearing a damp towel wrapped around my hips, I stride across and yank the door open with a scowl.

Ellis is on the other side with his fist still raised and a smile. “You look cross.”

The anger drains as my gaze trails down his body, and I’m honestly not sure if I’m amused or turned on.

He’s wearing an untied lilac-coloured bathrobe, a cropped t-shirt on full display underneath. The shirt’s pale pink with a sparkly rainbow unicorn and the wordsHappy & Hornyemblazoned across it, and his pyjama pants are covered with mini rainbows and unicorns. The material looks soft, and the pants hang low on his hips and drape indecently, teasing me with the outline of his slim cock. But as my gaze continues to his feet, I can’t help the small huff of laughter when I find he’s wearing unicorn-shaped slippers.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake,” he says, his pretty smile dimming.

“Very much awake,” I mutter. I reach out and drag him into the room, pulling him flush against my body as I slam the door behind him a little harder than I had intended.

Ellis, requiring no further invitation, coils his arms around my neck and leaps into my arms, much like he did earlier in the ballroom. His legs wrap around my waist and my hands automatically cup his arse cheeks and squeeze, loving the feel of him.

His lips crash against mine enthusiastically, and I moan, opening my mouth as his tongue sweeps in. I’m just as ravenous for him as I inhale his groan and taste him. Every single thought drains out of my brain and the tension in my body loosens.

I hated being away from him. When we’re together, anything seems possible. It’s only when I spend too long on my own with my thoughts that the anxiety and stress starts to weigh me down.

His legs tighten as we kiss. Ellis rolls his hips against me, and I feel the hardness of his cock rubbing against my stomach. The blood in my body heads south, and my dick fills so rapidly my breath catches. A powerful wave of lust ripples through me like a heat wave, and all I can think about is stripping him naked and getting him under me.

“Bed,” Ellis pants against my lips as he grinds against me. “I want you inside me right now.”

I pull back and glance over at the upside-down bed, then groan in frustration. Ellis follows my gaze and freezes, his blue eyes widening and his mouth falling open in a silentOwhen he takes in the state of the room.

Slowly, he unwinds his legs and slides down my body until he’s standing. Once fully on the ground again, he looks back at me, his expression curious and slightly apologetic.

“Artie?”

I nod.

Turning back to the upside-down wardrobe, his brow creases, and he purses his lips thoughtfully. “This is extreme even for him. I wonder why–”

“It’s my fault,” I confess as I reach up and rub the back of my neck. “I think I may have upset him.”

“How?” He tilts his head and watches me, but there’s no censure in his gaze.

I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll speak to him and hopefully he’ll forgive me and set the room right again. I don’t suppose you know how to find him, do you?”

Ellis chuckles. “Well, that’s not going to happen tonight.” He gives one more sweeping glance around the room. “Looks like he’s pretty upset with you. My guess is he’s hiding somewhere, so we’ll probably have to go and find Bertie or one of the others to track him down.”

“Great,” I mutter sourly. “I’ve thought about nothing but you for the last seven days and now I’m back, I’m cockblocked by a ghostly ten-year-old.”

“You thought about me?” Ellis says, a beautiful smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.

I sigh. “Every damn day.”

“Me too.” He reaches up and kisses me. “I missed you.”

My arms slide around his waist, my palms tracing over his smooth, warm, bare skin. His fingers tangle in my damp hair and grip with just enough pressure for my cock to give a needy throb, and then my mouth is on his again.

I think I’m addicted to kissing him. I can’t get enough of his taste, his soft, bee-stung lips, his tongue stroking mine.

“Fuck.” I break the kiss, panting heavily. “I want you so bad.”