When they pulled apart, my sister’s deep green eyes scoured Griffin’s body like she was starving and he was a prime rib dinner. She’d been “abstaining” too, and had a sex drive just as insatiable as Griffin’s. Great. Unless I locked myself away somewhere, there was no way I’d be able to avoid hearing, and possibly seeing, their sex-ploits. This was going to be a long visit.
The two of them were all hands and lips in the car. Grimacing as he sat beside the pair, Matt asked, “We are going straight back to the hotel, right?”
Kellan and Evan laughed while I did my best to ignore the fact that Griffin and my sister were panting. I was keeping my gaze strictly on the scenery flying past, but I could hear clothes rustling. God, I hoped they were both still fully dressed. If I heard a zipper, I was out of the car, regardless if it was speeding down the freeway or not.
The behemoth of an SUV finally arrived at the St. Regis Atlanta. The posh hotel was a tall, stately building that screamed elegance and opulence. A fountain in front highlighted a covered drop-off area paved with what looked like slabs of slate. Everything about the architecture was designed to intimidate and impress. But the beauty of the building was lost on me at that moment; I didn’t care how nice the hotel was, I just wanted out of the car. When the vehicle stopped, band members poured out of it like something toxic had been released inside. Evan and Kellan were still chuckling as they started gathering Anna’s luggage from the back. Matt looked ill. Anna and Griffin didn’t get out of the car.
A bellhop magically appeared with a luggage rack, and our driver took over the unpacking job from Evan and Kellan. We had a handful of drivers available to us whenever we went anywhere. All of them were arranged by the label. This one’s name was Paul. He was polite, competent, and most of all silent; he only spoke to us if we asked him a direct question. I was sure that was why the label employed him. Who knows how many nondisclosures he’d had to sign.
Evan and Matt walked away with the bellhop while Paul went back to the driver’s side and climbed inside. I stood by the back with Kellan, waiting for my sister to get out of the car. Seconds turned into minutes. The weather there was beautiful for late October. While back home it would be starting to bluster, rain, and turn frigid at night, here it felt like a perfectly breezy spring day. Still, I did not feel like spending the entire day waiting for my sister to get out of the damn car.
Paul was sitting behind the wheel, politely waiting for the rock star to finish . . . whatever he was doing to Anna. Not wanting to interrupt them myself, I twisted to Kellan. “Can you . . . ?” I indicated the backseat of the tank in front of us.
Kellan smirked, payback in his eyes. “I would love to.”
He strutted over to the door, swung it wide open, and reached inside. God, I really hoped they were still dressed. A second later, Kellan reemerged with a disheveled Griffin. Griffin glowered at Kellan, pushing his hands away from him. His jeans were open. The sight made my stomach tighten. Griffin was just about to launch into a curse-filled rant when my sister slid out of the door. She kissed Griffin’s cheek as she readjusted the clingy maternity dress she was wearing. Griffin’s objections immediately died off. Anna walked over to me and looped her arm around mine like she hadn’t just been rounding third base in the back of an occupied vehicle.
“This is going to be so much fun, Kiera!” she squealed, squeezing me tight. As she pulled me toward the hotel, I looked behind us. Griffin’s eyes were glued on her ass; he still hadn’t zipped up his pants.
The bellhop was waiting for us when we entered the lobby. I had to give this hotel high scores in the Wow department. The lobby looked straight out of Gone With the Wind—sweeping grand staircases, crystal chandeliers, hardwood floors, and exquisitely detailed rugs. While Anna gaped at the luxury around us, Matt and Evan made arrangements for her at the front desk. It warmed me that the boys so easily accepted girlfriends and wives joining them, whether for short or long bursts. As far as twenty-something rock stars went, the guys weren’t your stereotypical hotel-room trashing, groupie-banging, party-all-night divas. Well, most of the guys weren’t, and they kept Griffin in line.
When the bellhop got the okay to lead Anna to our rooms, we made our way to the elevator. Kellan and Griffin were back by that time, but they had to wait for the next car. This hotel was plusher than any hotel I’d been in back home, ten times nicer than my honeymoon suite with Kellan. The inner doors of the elevator were made of burnished brass, and Anna’s and my reflection stared back at us. Anna preened while I examined her belly. “I’m thrilled to see you, Anna, but should you really be traveling in your condition?”
Anna stopped running her fingers through her board-straight, dark brown locks. “Condition? I’m not diseased.”