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Cross & Crown (Sidewinder #2) Page 44
Author: Abigail Roux

Kelly blinked at him, then nodded obediently. He stared into Nick’s eyes for another few seconds, and then a smile spread over his lips. “That actually made me shiver. Can you do that again?”

Nick’s lips twitched.

“No seriously, that was the hottest you’ve ever been. Will you threaten me when you’re f**king me later? Or better yet, will you just f**k me right here?”

Nick laughed, and he stood to straighten his suit. He picked up his glass and finished off his drink, then held his hand down for Kelly. Kelly wavered when Nick pulled him off the couch.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Nick hissed in his ear as he guided him between the chairs and the table.

Kelly slowed enough that Nick pressed into him from behind. “I’m not going to make it to the room.”

“You’re not that drunk.”

“No, but I am that horny. This place is dark, I bet no one will notice.”

Nick shoved him ahead, ushering him out of the bar. It took every ounce of willpower Nick had to not pull Kelly close and grind against him on the escalator. Kelly obviously didn’t give a shit about decorum, because he stepped into Nick’s space and tugged at his belt.

“Control yourself,” Nick ground out, trying to keep calm.

The entire lobby could see people on the escalator. He didn’t want to give anyone a show. Actually, he did. But he wouldn’t.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kelly challenged. He stuck his tongue between his teeth, grinning, then he hopped off the escalator when they reached the top, pul ing Nick by his belt.

Nick finally pried Kelly’s fingers off the belt and held Kelly’s hand instead.

“I like this,” Kelly said as they strolled across the lobby, fingers twined. “Holding your hand. Walking around. You in that suit, Jesus Christ.”

Nick pulled him closer, bringing his hand up to kiss it.

“I’ll remember that.”

They got to the elevator without incident, and without public indecency, but as soon as the elevator doors closed, Kelly grabbed Nick and shoved him against the wal . His hand worked at Nick’s belt and the buttons of his vest, and he kicked Nick’s feet apart so he could slip himself between Nick’s thighs and press their groins together.

Nick grasped at Kelly’s hips, holding on to him so he wouldn’t fall on his ass as his shoes slid against the marble floor. Kelly kissed him messily, his movements just sloppy enough to turn Nick on even more. He f**king loved when Kelly got like this. It went rough and messy and loud.

He grunted a warning that he was about to move them, and Kelly moaned in response, wrapping his arms around Nick’s neck. Nick spun them, pressing Kelly against the array of buttons.

Kelly grabbed two handfuls of Nick’s hair and yanked.

“Fuck,” Nick hissed. He rubbed his hardened c**k against Kelly’s. “You couldn’t have waited five more f**king minutes to start this?”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly gasped. “I am, but I couldn’t f**king help it. You went all f**king badass evil mastermind on me with the Irish mob. Then you were talking about beginnings and ends and eternity and rings and that f**king tone of voice you use when you get all hard and drunk. God! This is your fault!”

The elevator dinged, and Nick slammed his palm against the emergency stop button. The lights flickered and the elevator shuddered to a stop. He pressed closer.

Kelly blinked up at the emergency lights. “You’re really going to f**k me in the elevator, aren’t you?”

“No,” Nick hissed. Although he did want to. Badly. “Not enough lube to go half as hard at you as I want to. I’m going to take you back to our room. I’m going to bend you over the end of our f**king bed, and I’m going to fill you so full of me you’ll be screaming in a Boston accent. Make you forget everything you saw and heard tonight.”

Kelly licked his lips slowly. “Promise?”

Nick closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before hitting the button again. The doors slid open, and Nick escorted Kelly out with a hand on his lower back. Thankfully there was no one there to see their disheveled suits or flushed faces.

He’d had his share of exhibitionist moments, and most had been well worth it. He didn’t want that with Kelly, though.

He wanted Kelly all to himself.

“You’re such a f**king white knight when you start drinking.” Kelly flopped against the wall beside their door, nestling into the corner of the part that jutted out around the doors. “Your alcohol tolerance sucks for you, but it’s awesome for me.”

Nick blocked him in and bent to kiss his neck. “Just means I get to take advantage of you.”

“I love it when you do that.”

“I know you do,” Nick purred against Kelly’s ear. Kelly shivered all over, and Nick held him tighter so he could feel it.

Kelly rested his head against the wal , clumsy fingers working at Nick’s belt. “Eternity rings and manly soldiers.

You Irish really know how to seduce a guy.”

Nick hummed against Kelly’s neck as he kissed and nipped.

His entire body thrummed with bourbon and electricity.

Kelly’s hands on him were kicking him into overdrive.

Kelly’s words finally sank through the haze, though, and Nick lifted his head.

Kelly spread his hands over Nick’s stomach, bunching his fingers against Nick’s vest as he worked the buttons loose.

“What? What’s wrong? If you don’t have the room key I’m going to kill you. Or give you a sloppy blowjob in a hal way, whatever.” He gave Nick’s dress shirt a yank, and buttons went flying.

“Motherfucker,” Nick hissed as Kelly laughed raucously.

Nick fought past the al ure of Kelly’s hands on him and asked, “What did you say before?”

“I said if you don’t open the door and f**k me, I’m dropping to my knees right here in the hal way.” To emphasize his point, he pulled the zipper on Nick’s pants and popped the button free. “Actually I like that plan, key or not.”

The image tore through Nick, almost wiping his mind clean of any other thought. He even reached up to grab Kelly’s hair, his fist tightening in preparation of holding on while he thrust into Kelly’s mouth later. But he shook his head, fighting the niggling feeling that he was missing something. “Before that,” he said, and his voice was hoarse. “What’d you say?”

“Uh, about the Irish?” Kelly asked. “White knights? Circles and arches and eternity and warriors? I don’t know, I talked a lot tonight, you shouldn’t let me do that when I’m drunk.”

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