Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)

“I’m not going to lie, Riot. It’s a little strange to be around a family.” Her smile faded and her voice was suddenly heavier. Something inside my chest tightened and I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Babe, whatever you need, just let me know. If you want to stay in the hotel tomorrow, I can go to the party by myself. If you’re there and you need a minute to yourself, just tell me. I’ll find a quiet place for you.”

This time it was Kalli who brought my hand up, kissing it sweetly.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that, but just so you know, if I’m quiet, I’m not trying to be rude.”

“Just promise you’ll let me help you if you need it.” The last thing I wanted was for her to be uncomfortable. I loved my sister, but I’d leave her party in a second if it was causing Kalli pain being there.

“I promise.”

We pulled up to our hotel at nearly midnight. Kalli couldn’t stop yawning and I was trying hard to stifle them as well. I handed the valet her keys and took both our bags out of the trunk, waving off the attendant. Kalli threaded her arm through the crook of my elbow and leaned heavily against me as we walked to the front counter to check in. Just before we got there, she pulled on my arm and stopped me, turning me to face her. She was biting her bottom lip and was obviously worried about something.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes met mine, but I couldn’t read what was bothering her.

“Did you reserve two rooms?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I told you I would. Don’t worry, Kalli, I’m not going to pressure you in any way. I promise.”

“No,” she said quickly, interrupting me. “I’m not worried about that. I just, well, I think I only want us to get one room.” She said the words as though she was worried about how I would react.

“Okay,” I said, drawing the word out, wanting more of an explanation from her.

“I don’t want to, I mean, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you.” She pulled her arm away from me and I could tell she was getting upset.

“Kalli, whatever you need, just tell me.” I placed my bag on the floor and ran my free hand up and down her arm, trying to soothe her. She eased my fears a little when her hands came to my stomach then ran up my chest.

“I just want to sleep in your arms. Is that okay?” Her eyes were full of worry, as though she were afraid to ask that of me. My hand slipped from her arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I pressed my lips to hers gently, for just a moment.

“I’d love nothing more than to hold you tonight.”

She gave me a relieved smile and nodded. I bent to pick up my bag, then headed to the front desk to check us in to just one room.





Chapter Ten


It Never Left


Kalli

I woke up warm. I was warm and cozy and so damn comfortable. I was also in a bed with Riot Bentley. I’d been in bed with Riot Bentley before, but for a while, there was a part of me that didn’t think I’d ever share a bed with him again. And I’d missed being in bed with him.

We’d fallen asleep facing each other, feet and calves tangled together, holding hands between us. I’d awoken as the little spoon with his big, comfortable, warm, fantastic-smelling body pressed up against my back. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, while his other arm acted as my pillow. We were still holding hands. I don’t remember moving around, but I didn’t stop the smile that came over my face knowing all through the night we’d been connected in some way or another.

I heard a muffled groan come from him and then his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer. I tried to be still when his obvious erection pressed against my ass, not wanting to further complicate the intricate nature of our current snuggling, but he must have done himself in because as soon as he moved, he felt his erection up against my ass. This was a common occurrence in our months together and, quite frankly, was responsible for many many wonderful instances of sleepy morning sex.

He groaned again and thrust against me.

Oh. God.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from matching his sounds. It had been so long since I’d been with him and in that moment I remembered all the fantastic mornings I’d spent wrapped up in him. Before I could stop myself I arched my back, pressing my ass right into the stiffness of his cock.

The arm I was lying on rolled up, wrapping around my head, pulling my face toward the mattress, and then his lips were on my neck. His other hand disentangled from mine and was flinging the covers off our bodies, his palm spread over my thigh, grabbing and kneading. His mouth roamed over the side of my neck, nipping at my ear, breathing heavily against the already sensitive skin.

“This is like a dream,” he growled against me. “Waking up, your smell all over me, hair spilling onto my pillow, ass pressing into my dick. It’s like a fucking dream.”