Rock All Night

45




I awoke the next morning in Derek’s arms. I squinted blearily at the alarm clock by the bed.

10:52AM.

A pure jolt of adrenalin shot through my veins.

“Oh my God, get up, get up!” I shouted, shaking him roughly awake.

“Wha– wha’s wrong?” he asked groggily.

I hit the floor running, collecting my clothes and throwing his at him as he continued to loll on the bed. “It’s almost check-out time! We’ve got to go!”

He just lay there, looking at me like I was the strangest thing he had ever seen.

“Get up!” I said, hastily pulling on my panties.

“You did not just wake me up for that,” he said, his expression somewhere between amused and pissed.

“They’re going to charge us for an extra day if we’re not out of here by 11!”

“Kaitlyn,” he said in a tone of voice he probably reserved for small children and older folks missing a few marbles. “I’m a rock star. And a millionaire. The f*ck do I care if they charge us another couple hundred bucks?”

I was used to looking for pennies and dimes in my kitchen drawer to buy Ramen noodles for dinner.

But when he put it that way…

“I… um…”

“Come here,” he said, grinning, and held out his hand.

I walked over to him, feeling just the tiniest bit stupid.

He pulled me down onto him roughly. I shrieked a little, surprised and happy.

“Now,” he growled as he pulled at my panties, “how ‘bout we get these off you?”

We wound up sweaty and wrapped in the sheets on the floor.

Waaaaaaay past check-out time.