She wrapped her arms around my head and shoulders, and her fingers brushed backwards over my hair. I didn’t grind my hips into her like I wanted to, but instead, I kept still between her legs. I could feel the warmth of her body against my crotch, and that was enough for right now. I still wanted a bit more, though, so I moved my hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up a little as I went.
“Liam.” Tria chastised me as she reached her limit.
“You didn’t give me any rules yet,” I reminded her. I didn’t move my hands up any farther, but I kept them on the bare skin of her sides as I kissed down her neck. The backs of my fingers tickled her sides. “Besides, you’ve seen me without a shirt. It’s only fair.”
“I didn’t even think you owned a shirt for the longest time.” She giggled as she tilted her head back so I could kiss up the front of her throat.
“You liked me that way, too, didn’t you?” My words were a challenge.
“I don’t have to say,” she replied with a shrug.
“You wanted to run your hands all over this, didn’t you?” I said as I grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on my stomach. I moved them up slowly until I reached the top of my chest, where I let her go. I angled my body forward so more of it was touching her, and her hands pressed on my shoulders as she laughed again.
“I’m sure I just wanted to feel your hair!”
“It wasn’t this short then.”
“Oh yeah.” More giggles.
“You are a terrible liar,” I said. “Besides, I know what you really want. You want your hand on my cock.”
I pressed against her a little more.
“You can, you know,” I whispered. “Any time you want—it’s just waiting for you.”
Before she had a chance to shove me away or just tell me to shut up, a knock at the door made her jump. I growled under my breath.
“Did you order breakfast?” I asked.
“No,” Tria said. “I wasn’t sure if I should.”
“Fucking housekeeping.” I grumbled as I released Tria and stomped toward the door.
The latches were far more complicated than they needed to be, and I was already pissed off before I got them unlocked. I flung the door open, prepared to tell some bitch in an apron to go fuck off. Instead, I was met with Michael standing on the other side.
“What the fuck?”
“Well, I figured something interesting must be happening,” Michael said with a shrug. “For all these years, you’ve never accepted any kind of handout. I had to come see for myself.”
Michael stepped around me and entered the suite just as Tria was straightening her shirt. She was still sitting on the desk, and her cheeks flushed bright red as he took in the sight.
“Seriously, Liam?” he said as he turned back to me. “All this just for a hooker? I thought something horrible must have—”
Without any consideration at all, I hauled back my right hand and slammed my fist into his jaw. Michael spun to one side before he dropped to the floor beside me, half in and half out of the room. He glanced up at me and rubbed his chin.
“Liam, no!” Tria cried from across the room. She jumped off the desk and headed toward us.
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that!” I screamed at him.
“Holy shit,” Michael muttered. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
He looked up at me as he got himself back to a sitting position and then used the doorjamb to help right himself. He stood and dusted off his Dockers.
“Say another fucking word about her, and you’ll get more,” I promised.
“Is that so?” He looked from me to Tria and then back to me again. “Well, I guess this is more interesting than I originally assumed. Do I get an introduction?”
“No,” I said flatly.