Page 8 of Royal Pain

I rolled my hand down my chest, fighting the urge to provide myself with a little relief. I failed miserably, slamming my hand against the marble tile.

Why had this woman pushed my buttons all while looking so damn gorgeous? It just wasn’t fair. The thought gave me a wicked grin as I cupped and squeezed my balls until the pressure turned painful. That wasn’t enough to stop my filthy urges. I rubbed the palm of my other hand down my chest very slowly, teasing my cockhead.

I even jutted my hips forward, closing my eyes as I allowed the heavy sensations to roll. I hadn’t pleasured myself in one hell of a long time. I also hadn’t been with a woman in a long time; maybe that’s why I’d gawked at her like she was a teenager.

At least darkness was rolling in, maybe capable of hiding my thoughts. What had disturbed me even more than our confrontation was my reaction. And that of a couple of members of my staff.

There was one main rule we brothers had decided together, even writing it down in the corporate employee handbook. No relations allowed with guests.

That had kept our butts out of hot water more often than not. With the other two being seriously involved, that left all eyes on me. Someone knew at some point I’d crack. Hell, the others had.

I shoved the thought aside, telling myself this was why I was getting relief now. So I wouldn’t be tempted. I slammed my hands against the tile for a second time before concentrating on twisting my hand around the base of my shaft. Creating painful friction was the only way to keep my libido in check.

I was sweating both from the round of pleasure and the building steam, my entire mind turning dirty as could be. I could only imagine what her sweet pussy looked like. Damn it. If I wasn’t careful, I’d go off half-cocked.

I stroked savagely, abusing my cock since it had been so long. My testicles were still fresh contenders, pushing the desire to the point I ignored every aspect of pain. God, the pressure was building to a precipice that I wouldn’t be able to control.

With her luscious body in the forefront of my mind, I finally allowed the relief to come, gyrating my hips as cum erupted from my slit. I continued pumping as additional strings flowed, the pleasure spilling over into everything. With my body still shaking, my muscles remaining tight as they could be.

I began to rub my cum all over my stomach and chest and all I could envision was covering her voluptuous body in my seed.

“Fuck.”

That was the only word that covered everything. I certainly hadn’t expected a night like this.

Laughing, a few seconds later, I finally slipped back under the water. It was time to become presentable again.

CHAPTER 3

Evangeline

As I headed into the suite, I could hear music. Our friend, and the bride to be, had almost died and the others were still festive? I think they had their priorities a little screwed up. I tossed my purse onto the coffee table, finding them at the end of the large room. I smacked my hands on my hips, shaking my head. They were already having another drink, laughing and talking as if nothing had occurred.

“I at least assume our friend is safe, well taken care of and in no danger?” You bet my tone was accusatory.

Rachel looked over first, almost allowing her lips to form into a pout. How old were we? We certainly weren’t in high school any longer, every single one of us professionals now, living our own lives.

“Oh, stop being a mother hen,” she said. “We had a hero and you jumped in as well.”

I held my tongue and it took all I had not to rip them all new assholes. As I sucked in my breath, I realized what she’d just said. “I am not a mother hen.”

“Uh-huh,” the three of them said collectively.

“Fine,” I hissed, walking past the group toward one of two bathrooms. I didn’t have time for childish antics.

“Don’t go away angry. That guy was hot, hot, hot.”

I stopped short, turning back around. As soon as I noticed Ashley was fanning her face, a tiny bit of jealousy rolled into me. How crazy was that? I didn’t know the man, but I felt green with what, envy?

That was the thing about good-looking men; they were usually as infuriating as they were sexy. “That guy is the owner of this fine establishment. If something more drastic would have happened with Heidi, what do you think he would have done? Tossed us off. He might be hot, but this is his place. I’m going to take a hot shower.”

“Then come join us for a drink!” Kristen called after me.

Not a chance in hell. I needed a little time alone. This was the reason we weren’t roomies and had never been. Maybe I couldn’t stand women. I did like my privacy, which was healing if nothing else. I resisted slamming the bathroom door, grabbing one of the fresh towels. Yes, the man was sexy. I’d need to be blind to think anything else.

But that meant shit in my book.

Plus, the man had made it pretty clear he didn’t like me either.