“Then we’d better hurry.”Her pu**y throbbed with renewed excitement as her mind raced through possibilities. She trotted after him toward the pedestrian bridge at the end of the street, giggling at his enthusiasm. About halfway across the bridge, he deposited her on his shoulder and took off at a run. She laughed and let him carry her, holding her skirt down over her thighs so passersby didn’t get an unexpected view of her bare ass. He didn’t set her down until they reached the entrance of the Eiffel Tower replica at the Paris Hotel and Casino.“We’re getting ready to close,” the attendant told them. “It would be better to wait until tomorrow. If you go now, you’ll just have to turn around and come right back down.”“That’s fine.” Sed handed a hundred dollar bill to the young man and took the escalator to the elevator entrance, ignoring the photographer who wanted to take their picture.They were the only ones waiting to go up, though when the elevator opened, at least a dozen people
“Sed, I can’t breathe.”“Sorry, sorry,” he panted. “I don’t think I can pull out yet. Give me a minute.” His lips brushed against her hair at the side of her head. He leaned away from her slightly, giving her just enough room to take a decent breath, but kept himself buried inside her.“You have to leave now,” the Eiffel Tower attendant said from behind them.Sed sighed and pulled away with a stuttering gasp. He tucked his slackening c**k into his pants while Jessica straightened her skirt and pulled her top up to cover her br**sts. She tied the strings behind her neck. Sed retrieved his leather coat from the ground and slid into it.His naked chest and stomach, which showed between the sides of his duster, drew Jessica’s appreciative attention. Yummy.Sed located his hat and crammed it onto his head. Walking unsteadily, he dug his wallet out of his pocket and fished out multiple hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to the young woman.“Thanks for your discretion,” he said. “Worth eve
There was a loud thunk on the other side of the door. A moment later, Brian yanked it open. He had a sheet bunched around his naked hips. His entire body was drenched in sweat and his shoulder-length black hair stuck to his damp face and neck.“This better be important.”“Is that Sed?” Myrna appeared behind Brian, cinching a bathrobe around her waist.“And Jessica,” Brian grumbled.While Brian scowled at this discovery, Myrna grinned. “You two should consider getting your own room. We’re using every square inch of ours.”Sed didn’t know how to break the news other than just blurting it. “It’s Trey. He had a seizure and he’s in the ICU at the hospital. He keeps asking for you, Brian, so Eric sent me to find you.”“Trey?” Brian said, dumbstruck.Myrna’s knowing grin faded. “It’s his head injury, isn’t it?”“Yeah, he has a subdur- hema…um…”“A subdural hematoma?” Myrna winced. “Are they draining it?”“Yeah, I guess,” Sed said. “I don’t really know.”“I’ll find Brian some clothes and we’l
“Well, duh, Trey. I think that’s pretty standard.” Dare lifted an eyebrow at Sed. “Why are you abusing my brother?”It took Sed a second to realize he was still pressing Trey down against the hospital bed with both hands. He released Trey’s shoulders and stood straight. “Because he was trying to get out of bed.”Dare’s green eyes shifted to his little brother. “Why were you trying to get out of bed, dipshit?”“They’re going to shave my head!”Dare chuckled and tousled Trey’s hair affectionately. “Is that really your biggest concern?”“Do you think I want to look like a total douche?” He lifted a hand in Sed’s direction. “Like him?”“Hey,” Sed protested. Yes, he kept his hair very short. But he didn’t look like a total douche. Did he?“No offense, Sed,” Trey added.Sed ran a hand over the soft fuzz on his scalp and eyed the long bangs covering one of Trey’s eyes. He’d never pull off an emo hairstyle like Trey’s anyway. Too much maintenance.“You’ll wish you had that much hair when they
“When can we see him?” Sed asked.The doctor glanced at him and shook her head. “He needs uninterrupted rest for several hours. He’s heavily sedated, so he won’t wake for a while anyway. Why don’t you all go get some sleep and come back in the morning? We’ll know more by then.”“Someone needs to stay here in case he wakes up,” Dare said. “I’m not going to leave him here by himself.”“I’m staying too,” Jace said.“So am I,” said Brian.Dr. Angelo smiled. “I’m glad he has so many people who care about him. He’s going to need you all during recovery, but you aren’t going to do him any good if you’re sleep deprived.”“Why don’t we take turns staying with him?” Myrna said. “Split the time into four hour blocks. When he wakes up, a phone call will get all of us here quickly.”Jessica had to admire Myrna. She had this group of egos eating out of the palm of her hand.“I’m staying first,” Dare said.“I’ll stay with him,” Jace said. “I’m wide awake.”“Me too,” Eric said.“Okay, Brian and I wil
Sed followed her, but instead of joining her beside the window, he collapsed face down on the bed. “Will you call the front desk and extend our stay another day? I’m sleeping late. Unless someone calls about Trey.”She turned to gaze at him. His face was smashed against the mattress, his eyes already closed.“Sure.”The hotel was happy to accommodate her request, and by the time she returned to Sed’s side, he was snoring quietly. Poor guy looked incredibly uncomfortable. Taking pity on him, she removed his boots and socks. He groaned in protest when she made him stand so she could take off his coat. His pants followed, and once naked, she tucked his gorgeous body into bed.“Thanks,” he murmured, almost asleep again. “Your turn to get naked, beautiful.”He kept his eyes cracked open long enough to watch her remove her clothes and jewelry. He held the covers open and she slid into bed beside him. He’d always been a cuddler, and she didn’t mind when he spooned up against her back and dra
“I said I want to be left alone.”“You know I never do what people tell me to do.” With a loud screeching sound, Sed dragged a chair across the tile floor to the side of the bed and sat.“Sed, I honestly don’t—”“Those staples in your head look bad ass. You should keep them permanently.”Trey ran his hand over the shaved side of his head, his slightly curved index finger brushing over the arc of black staples. “I don’t know. I don’t think this haircut is me.”Sed chuckled. “Looks more like Eric’s style.” Sed dropped his gaze to meet Trey’s eyes. “I’ve been thinking.”“Always a bad thing.”Trey lowered his arm to rest on the bed beside him. Sed forced himself not to fixate on Trey’s fingers, which he continually bent and straightened in sequence. He was trying his best, God love him, but Sed didn’t see any thirty-second notes in his immediate future. And the band was on tour. They needed him. Now. Not in a month. Not in six months. Now.Trey tucked his hand under the covers again and S
Sed grinned. Yeah, Eric’s antics and some fan lovin’ were exactly what Trey needed. Sed was glad he’d called him. “So, where would you like to eat?” Sed asked Jessica as they walked toward the elevator at the end of the hall. She shrugged and snuggled closer to his side. Her hand slid discretely over his crotch on its journey to clutch the waistband of his pants. “Someplace dark. With a booth.” Hell, yeah. He was all about dark booths. ******* Jessica dunked a jumbo shrimp in cocktail sauce and then lifted it to Sed’s open mouth. He bit into it and she dropped the tail on a small plate. “How’s that?” she murmured. He chewed and swallowed before he said, “Spicy. What is that? Horseradish?” She kissed him, touching her tongue to his. She drew away and stared into his sky blue eyes. “I think you’re right. Horseradish.” They were way underdressed for this restaurant at the Venetian hotel, but the hostess had recognized Sed and, at his request, seated them in a semi-circular booth