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Chapter 6

Every Rule

Dev

Fuck. How could I be so stupid? But then I glance down at her. Beautiful body splayed out before me. Every curve and dip waiting to be explored. Gorgeous skin and plump curves. That’s how. The glaze is lifting from her stunning blue eyes and she’s looking a little confused and hurt.

“Condom. I don’t have a condom.” I wasn’t exactly planning on this hookup when I packed my bag, but I never forget to wrap it up. How incredibly careless of me. I could have... I don’t even want to think about it.

Her eyes widen for a moment in an expression of shock that probably mirrors the one on my face. Then one side of her mouth curves up in a smirk. “It’s all good.”

She rolls over, giving me a view of her cushy ass. I have to hold back from grabbing a handful. I’d love to see what it feels like overflowing my hands. Maybe I should fuck her from behind, slam into that plush cushion until she’s screaming my name.

I track her every movement as she hops off the tall bed and makes her way to the two massive suitcases leaning against the wall. That’s a lot of luggage for a weekend stay away. Maybe she’s heading somewhere else after the con.

Her heavy tits hang low as she bends down to unzip the bag. She’s rifling through it like a hungry raccoon, and it shouldn’t be sexy, but it is. Even her little growl of exasperation is cute as she gives up, kicking the case over and unzipping it the whole way.

Chaos ensues as she pulls out clothes, dropping them on the floor. Finally, she stands up in the middle of the mess, holding a box triumphantly over her head like a warrior princess standing over a vanquished foe.

“We’re good.”

I seal my mouth into a thin line, attempting to keep in the laugh trembling at my lips. Women don’t usually take too fondly to being laughed at while they’re naked, but it is pretty freaking hilarious seeing her standing there like that.

She narrows her eyes, tits jiggling as she stalks toward me. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No.” Her face pinches in disbelief as I shake my head. “Yes. But only the situation.”

Her hands slide down her hips. “You think this is so funny? Maybe it would be funnier if I left you hanging there.” She walks toward the window, struggling to drag it open before sticking the box of condoms through the scant few inches of space.

Oh, really. Is that how she thinks this night is going to end? My feet hit the carpet and I’m crowding her from behind. That puts my aching cock between her cheeks. I groan, rubbing against her as I slide a hand up her arm, snagging the box before she can drop it.

“You’re begging for a spanking, aren’t you?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She wiggles against me, and now all I want is to fuck her up against the window. We’re too high for anyone to see us. Probably.

“I would.”

Her flesh gives under the light warning smack I give her, and she gasps.

“Fuck, Castle. You’re going to make me come again.”

She’s into it. Best news I’ve had all night. I slide the window shut with my left hand as I smack her again, harder this time. I’m going to explode all over the smooth skin of her back if I don’t get inside her, so I snag a foil packet, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on.

Pressing her up against the window with my left hand, I give her another smack with my right one before positioning myself at her entrance.

“You ready?”

“Fuck yes.” She presses against me, her ass a little rosy from my hand, and that’s more than enough for me.

I push inside her an inch. Just the head, wanting to savor the moment. Her tits are pressed against the cold glass, and her head is tilted back, exposing the length of her neck. I lick a slow line from her shoulder to her ear as I slide inside her at the same agonizing pace until I’m halfway in. Her wet heat stretches to accommodate my size.

I run my hands up her sides, wanting to touch every inch of her skin. She shivers as my hands stroke the sides of her breasts. The window fogs up from the heat of her panting breaths.

“You feel incredible,” she says.

“Not as good as you.”

She’s so wet, so ready for me. I plunge the rest of the way inside, and she shrieks. The tingle is traveling up my legs to my lower back and I know I’m not going to last long, so I reach around to find her clit. I use her own moisture against her, sliding in slow circles, easing into a faster rhythm until her moans reach the perfect pitch and I know I’ve hit the right rhythm.

I slam into her again and again, pulling all the way out, only to thrust back in. She grips me in her hold, trying to keep me there when I pull back, so I slap her ass again and she clenches around me.

“Come for me.” Her shoulders jerk as I whisper in her ear, giving her left cheek another slap.

“Dev!” She comes hard, screaming my name as her entire body trembles, and I roar as her pussy squeezes and releases, hurling me off the cliff I was teetering near.

Pure pleasure washes over me in a rush. My cum spills into the condom as my dick pulses and my thrusts slow. Fuck yes. What a way to end the summer .

I stay buried in her warmth, trying to catch my breath until I realize she’s shaky under my firm grip.

“You ok?” I ask her.

“Yeah.” Her voice is soft and dreamy. “Just sleepy.”

Shit, she can’t be comfortable pressed up against the glass, all slick with our combined sweat. She squeals as I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed before I place her carefully down. I reach up to wipe the damp hair off her rosy cheeks, tucking it behind her little shell-like ears.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror, studying each and every one of the tattoos I’ve gotten over the years. Taking a minute to breathe and try to enjoy the moment. The euphoric haze before the thoughts come racing back to me. I’m not good enough for a girl like her. But it’s fine. I’m only borrowing her for the weekend. She’s the kind of girl who deserves someone special.

I head back to see her, a little cleaner than before, but my limbs are heavy, stretched out like after a hard game or a tough workout. I’m also starving, so I reach into the backpack I placed carefully beside the bed, fingers fumbling until they land on the baggie of snacks I always keep handy.

“What’s up?” she asks.

When I sit up to look at her, she’s blinking at me through eyes hooded and content with sleepiness.

I hold out one of my precious granola bars to her. “Snack?”

A laugh bubbles out of her as she twists into a sitting position. “I can’t believe I forgot about dinner. I’ll order us something. Let me just...” She reaches for the phone, and can’t help checking her out, as she leans down.

“It’s okay. I’m good.” I hate being a burden. She’s already bought me food today. I don’t want her thinking I’m mooching off her. The rumble of my stomach betrays me and turns her adorable giggle into something more akin to a cackle.

She slaps a hand over her mouth as if she’s embarrassed, so I reach out to pull it away. I love the sheer joy of the sound. My laugh might be rare, but it doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate someone else’s.

“Uh huh. Sure you’re not hungry.” She rolls her eyes as she scans a QR code, bringing up the room service menu on her phone. “I guess I’ll have to eat alone, and I’m not afraid to admit I’m freaking starving. I’d eat my brother’s dirty hockey socks at this point.”

I do a double take. “Your brother plays hockey?”

She groans. “Oh no. Are you a fan? Or wait?” She pauses, narrowing her eyes to sweep a critical eye up and down my body. “Don’t tell me I’ve hooked up with a hockey boy?” Her head falls back to the pillow, a hand falling to her forehead. “I came here for the nerds, the geeks, the weirdos, and artists.”

“Don’t like hockey players?”

“It’s not that I don’t like them, but...” My eyes lock on her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she nibbles away, a little crease popping up between her eyes. “I dated one of his teammates once. It did not end well. He was a witness to the aftermath, and he’s been pretty good at keeping me away from them ever since.”

“Got it. ”

She tilts her head, studying me, and holds a finger to her lips. There’s a mischievous twist to them. “But I’ve never been a big fan of rules. And this isn’t exactly dating. We’ll just have to make sure not to tell him.” Her laugh is bright and contagious. Clearly, she’s gotten over the heartbreak.

I relax back onto the bed, swinging an arm over her soft torso. “Not a word.” Nothing to worry about. We already agreed this is only for the con. I’m never going to see this girl again, no matter how delicious she tasted.

“Excellent. Now for the feast.” The bright glare of her phone is suddenly in my face as I blink at the room service menu.

They’ve got an evening menu filled with the usual pub type stuff. Wings, fries, and chicken fingers. And a handful of entrees. My mouth is watering at the thought of a burger. I would do bad things for a big juicy burger right now, but the price is a kick to the gut. How do they justify charging that much for such a basic food item? I shake my head. “I’ll just have some fries.” My limited food budget runs through my head. I still need lunch and dinner tomorrow. But I’m sure I can find a store nearby to grab some grocery type items to supplement the protein bars and snacks I brought along. There’s enough wiggle room to give Cece the money for fries.

The urge is strong to swipe the damp pale blonde strands behind her ear when she tilts her head to the side. “Are you sure? That can’t be enough to sustain a guy of your size.”

Her eyes dart down to my dick for a moment, and a pink flush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks as she looks back up at my face guiltily. There is no need to be guilty about that. In fact, my guy twitches to life again in response. He’s more than happy with the praise and admiration.

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Okay. Well, I’m famished. I’m ordering one of everything.”

She picks up the hotel phone, dialing a number, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me even as she’s talking to the front desk.

I sit up, propping myself on a pillow to snack on the granola bar I pulled out of my bag.

After she hangs up, she accepts the bar I offer her. “Keep your strength up until your feast gets here.”

My stomach is still begging when I polish off the bar, but I’m not ready to finish my weekend supply yet. As she leans over me, her breasts press into my chest, causing another kind of sweet ache. It’s an excellent distraction until she bends down lower, snagging my backpack off the ground.

“What the fuck!”

She drops it, startled, as I yank the fabric away, tucking the bag under my arm.

“I’m so sorry.”

I close my eyes, blowing a breath out to calm the knee jerk panic that stole my breath when she touched my bag.

“No, I’m sorry.” She’s been nothing but kind and generous and I’m acting like she’s some master thief about to steal the shitty belongings and snacks I always keep in my shitty bag.

“I’m still hungry. I was going to see if you had another snack. They said room service is going to be an hour. I didn’t mean to touch your stuff. ”

“It’s fine. I overreacted. Sorry.”

I’m an idiot, and those wide eyes full of fear and remorse cut right into my heart. I rifle through the bag again, grabbing one of my precious dried fruit bars to hand her.

She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll grab something from the minibar.”

After unfolding herself from the bed, she swings her thick legs over the side, jumping off.

Look at me. Ruining what was promising to be an amazing weekend with my issues.

“The mini bar is way too expensive. Take this.”

I snag her arm, pulling until she spins around to face me and offering her the bar.

She glances down at it, hesitating before she takes it from my hand. Her soft skin brushes mine and an electric jolt zips through me. Maybe it’s salvageable if I can keep my shit together for the rest of the night.

“I totally get it. I hate it when my brother touches my stuff. We had a constant battle when we were kids to keep our hands to ourselves.”

I nod, not really understanding. None of the kids I grew up around were related to me. And I also didn’t spend long enough in one place to develop that kind of relationship. The nearest I’ve gotten is with my team. Those guys are the closest I’ve come to a real family. The way they look out for each other is new to me.

“He a pain? ”

Her beautiful smile is back on her face as she laughs. “You could say that. But he’s also amazing. He’s always looking out for me, and I love him. I make him crazy, too. Often intentionally, but don’t tell him.”

I reach over, peeling her fingers open to place the food in her palm before squeezing them shut. Needing to make it up to her. It’s a hundred percent worth it when she smiles at me again, lighting up the room.

We fall quiet. The only sounds punctuating the silence are the crinkle of the wrapper and her munching noises. Loud laughter and the sound of a door slamming invade our peace. She fumbles the ball of garbage she was tossing in the can across from the bed, and it hits the wall two feet from her mark.

“Your brother is the athlete of the family, I see.”

“Shut up.” Her hand flies out to smack my arm, and I wince.

Luckily, she’s glancing out the window, so I think she missed my overreaction to her light touch.

“It’s fine. You’re an artist. Got anything I can see?”

She spins around exorcist fast, looking at me, then away. Her hands fiddle with the edge of the sheet, and it’s a real shame when she pulls the blanket up over all that glorious flesh.

“I don’t know. I don’t usually show guys my art on the first date.”

Even when she’s feeling vulnerable, she’s funny. “Good thing it’s not a date.

Her lips push out, and now I’m remembering what they taste like. I lean in, unable to resist the urge to nibble on that lower one again. Still fucking delicious .

“True,” she mumbles when I pull away. “No fair. You’re trying to lure me into submission with kisses.”

“Is it working?”

“Hmm. Maybe. Want to try harder? A little tongue perhaps?”

That’s an invitation I’m happy to accept. I dive in, grabbing the back of her head to pull her in closer. Her hair feels soft and fine, like freshly spun cotton candy tangled around my fingers, and her lips taste just as sweet when I slip inside.

The sheets slip down between us as she arches her chest into me. Those fantastic breasts are so tempting, but I resist the urge to reach down to stroke the curves.

She’s all mussed up and glazed over when I pull away. “How was that?”

“What? Where’d you go?” There are two cute little creases between her brows.

“Can I see your art now?”

“No fair. You can’t get me all...” she flaps her hands around, “and then... not cool, Castle.”

“I never said I played fair.”

“You can’t leave me hanging here.”

I look at her from under eyelids that are still heavy, but I’m determined. I have years of practice controlling my needs. I want to see her art and I’m going to win this one. “What are you talking about?”

“You know.”

I shake my head .

“You can’t kiss me like that and then stop. What have I done to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment?”

“You want punishment? That can be arranged. We don’t have time for the things I want to do to you, anyway. Room service.”

“They can wait.”

“I tell you what. You show me your art and I’ll give you three more orgasms after dinner. If you can handle it.”

“Not possible.”

I chuckle and shrug.

“Fine. Get my sketchbook. It’s in the front pocket of my red bag.” Her tits lift and swell as she crosses her arms over her chest and judging by the sparkle in her eyes, she’s doing it on purpose, but I won’t be swayed.

“You want me to go through your bag?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

And there it is. Now I feel even worse about snapping at her for touching my backpack, but it’s clear we’ve lived very different lives.

My fingers fumble the zip at first, and when I turn around to double check she’s okay with this, she startles, tearing her gaze away from my ass.

My right eyebrow arches toward my hairline, and she narrows her eyes, waving me on.

The sketchbook, a few pencils, and a sharpener are the only things in the pocket, so I pull them all out, but I don’t open it. She can choose what she wants to show me.

Her mouth twists to the side in thought, fingers dancing on the pad.

I crane my neck for a better look when she finally makes her decision, flipping through the pages until she lands on a blank one.

“I’m not going to show you any of my current works in progress. How about I draw something just for you?”

“Really?” Nobody has ever created something just for me. I’m curious and a little impatient to see what she’s going to draw.

It becomes obvious where all the nibble marks on the pencil came from when she tucks it between her teeth, pausing to think.

The flash of inspiration seems to descend on her quickly because she lowers the pencil to the pad and starts sketching out rapid lines. I track her progress and it’s incredible how her strokes transform the blank page into something else. Something with depth and texture. The image on the page starts to form into something recognizable, and it’s... “A bear?”

Her forehead crinkles in a frown and she shakes her head at me. “Don’t interrupt me. No comments until it’s done.”

Right, she’s got her process. I can feel that. I’m the same on the ice.

My eyes still follow the rapid movement of her pencil hungrily, eager to see what she’s going to create.

Each layer brings about another level of detail. The bear’s eyes start to shine with hunger, and his ears are perked in interest .

She scratches out a few lines, fills in a few more, and brushes at the eraser crumbs, darkening the eyes and the outline one last time. Then she lifts her pencil, tucking her lower lip between her teeth. The whole process takes way less time than I expected.

“Well.” She closes her eyes as if she’s scared to see my expression, but if she looked, all she’d see was wonder.

I reach out to touch it, pulling away before I make contact. He looks so real, standing on his hind legs. I almost expect to feel the shaggy fur under my fingertips when I touch it. But I resist the ridiculous urge. The ice skates are the best part. A skating bear should be comical, but the way she’s drawn it, the life in his eyes. It’s perfect.

“It’s amazing, but why a bear?”

“That’s the first thing that came to mind when I thought of you, Dev.”

“A bear? Really?”

“Yeah. You’re all massive and a little frowny, but I think you’re soft and cuddly underneath.”

“I’m not.”

“Maybe not, but that’s what I see.”

“Thank you. Nobody’s ever...” Created something like this for me. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t deserve this.

“What...”

A sharp knock on the door saves me from any further inquiry, and a polite voice lets us know room service has arrived.