Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) (36 page)

I laugh nervously.
 
“Ahhh … ha, ha … okay, then.
 
He’s paying.”
 
I try to smile at the clerk, but my mouth doesn’t want to cooperate.
 
Instead, the poor guy gets my constipated expression.

He doesn’t seem very impressed about it either.
 
His lip curls as he runs the credit card through his machine.
 
When he’s done, he looks at the front of it.
 
“Okay, Mister … Mikhail Ivanov … the charge will not be put on your card until you check out.
 
If you leave without returning the key, we will charge the room rate plus ten dollars for the key deposit.”

“Fine.”
 
Mick takes the card and puts it back in his wallet.
 
“We good?” he asks me.

I nod.
 
I don’t know why knowing his name is making me unable to speak.
 
His real name is Mikhail.
 
Why did I not know that?
 
A shiver goes up my spine.
 
It’s the kind of shiver that usually comes right before I start taking clothes off.
 
My face turns red at the idea.

Mick walks out of the lobby with me clicking alongside him in my heels, acting like nothing’s up.

I try very hard to mimic his cool exterior.
 
“So,” I say as we walk back to the car.
 
“Alissa and I will take room two-oh-eight and you and Colin can have two-ten.”
 
Breathe.
 
Breathe.
 
You can do this.
 
Just because he asked for two rooms it doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
 
He’s just being generous, probably.

He doesn’t say anything, and I feel the need to fill up the silence.
 
“So, did you get some good recon for us at the club?”

“Yep.”

I look over, but his face is turned the other direction.
 
I can’t read his expression when I can’t see it.
 
Dammit
.
 
We get to the car before he turns back, and by then I have to get our passengers up and out or it’ll go all awkward between us again.

I open the driver’s side door and lean in.
 
“Come on, sleeping beauty, time to go inside and go nighty-night.
 
Get your bag.”
 
I push the seat forward and jiggle Alissa’s knee.
 
“Come on, round girl.
 
Bed time.”

She’s in a fog all the way to the room.
 
Colin carries her bag for her and I walk with her using my shoulder for her support.
 
I’m afraid she’s so tired she’s going to trip in the parking lot and break her water or something, and that will definitely not do.
 
I have a best friend to save tomorrow as soon as we get back. Hopefully Mick came up with the goods tonight.

Mick grabs the key from me as I’m trying to put it in the door.
 
“I’ll get it for ya.”
 
He pushes the door open and holds it there so I can get Alissa inside.

I sit down with her on the end of the bed and remove her arm from my shoulders, letting her drop back onto the mattress.
 
Her belly is sticking up like a small mountain over the top of her, and it does not look comfortable.
 
I roll her onto her side and she curls up into a ball.

Colin throws her bag inside and stays out in the hallway.
 
The sound of it hitting the floor jerks my attention in their direction in time for me to see Mick yank the key out of the door and hand it to Colin.
 
Colin looks down at it in confusion.

Mick strides into the room and holds out his hand for me.

I just look at it.

“Say goodbye,” he says.

“Oh.”
 
I use his hand to stand up.
 
“Goodbye, Mick.
 
Thanks for all your help.
 
You can tell us what you learned tomorrow over breakfast, I guess.”
 
I feel a little deflated knowing I’m not even going to get a goodnight kiss.
 
I’d been so sure that was doing to happen.
 
I’m terrible at reading him.
 
Beyond terrible.

I try to shake his hand, but I can’t because he lets it go too fast.
 
And then he’s bending over and sticking his head under my arm.

“What the…”

I have no time to react.
 
One second, the floor and ceiling are where they’re supposed to be, and the next they’re all switched around.
 
Everything is spinning, spinning, spinning until I’m on his shoulder with my hair hanging down towards the floor and his butt in my face.

“Mick!
 
What are you doing?!
 
Put me down!”
 
I beat on his back with my fists, but he doesn’t listen.
 
“Your spleen!
 
Your surgery!”

“See you tomorrow,” Mick says to his brother as he walks by with me hanging over his shoulder. “Don’t wake us up too early.” His strong arm is clamped over my legs, keeping them in place.
 
I try to kick but get nowhere with it.

“Oh, no, man!
 
Come on!
 
Don’t leave me alone in here with her!”
 
I catch a glimpse of Colin’s stricken expression as Mick walks outside the room and spins me around so he can put the second key in the other door.

I kick my legs from the knee down back and forth, halfway laughing and halfway screaming.
 
“Put me down you neanderthal!”

A sharp crack on my butt cheek from his free hand makes me scream louder.
 
And then I laugh.
 
I cannot believe the balls on this guy.
 
I am so going to put him in a figure-four when he lets me go.
 
No way in hell is this going to go down like he thinks it is.

Aw, poop.
 
Who am I kidding?
 
It’s
so
going to go down like he thinks it is.
 
Squeeee!

I’m loving every second.
 
I don’t struggle nearly as hard as I could.

“Jesus, Mick.
 
Keep it down.”
 
Colin leaves the hallway and walks into the other room, shaking his head the whole way. The door closes behind him with a soft click.
 
I don’t hear any sounds of complaint coming from Alissa, and I’m sure she has nothing to worry about.
 
Colin will probably sleep in the bathroom he’s so afraid of her.

Mick gets the door to our room open and walks inside, holding onto my legs with one hand and my butt with the other.
 
He kicks the door shut and then stands still.

“You going to behave?” he asks.

“No.”
 
I’m breathless and excited and totally amped up on adrenaline.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean that the minute you put me down, it is
on
.”
 
A shiver of anticipation runs through me.
 
I have no idea what my threat really means, but I mean it anyway.
 
Something big is going to happen here tonight.
 
I can feel it in my bones.
 
I can feel it in the V-box too.

“It’s on?”

“Yeah.
 
It’s
so
on.
 
You are going down.”
 
The blood is rushing to my head and making it feel like it’s on fire.
 
I’m panting and I don’t know if it’s because of my compromised circulation or the excitement of having a sexy, tattooed, caveman mechanic take me into a hotel room by force.

“That’s what I was hoping for.”
 
He jerks his whole body forward, effectively propelling me off his shoulder backwards to fly through the air facing the ceiling.
 
I land on the mattress of the double bed with my arms and legs out spread-eagle, and he comes jumping after me.

CHAPTER FORTY

I’M SQUEALING WITH LAUGHTER FOR about three seconds before his mouth is on mine and the sound is cut off.
 
I downshift right into moaning, growling, and basically going nuts.
 
And I’m not the only one, either.
 
We’re rolling all over the bed, shoes and clothes are flying off, and both of us are battling to feel as much of each other’s lips and tongues as possible.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, his words coming out with big puffs of air onto my mouth and face.

A
 
niggling of doubt enters my mind and I stop moving.
 
I hold him a little away from me. “Are you sure it’s me you’re talking about?”

He pauses and frowns in confusion.
 
“Yeah, I’m sure.
 
Why’d you ask that?”

“Because … I’m worried you’ve got your beer goggles on and that they were fogged up by about ten office chicks who were rubbing their hooters all over you in the club.”

“Pffft.
 
Right.
 
None of those girls can even touch you.
 
Not even close.
 
And I’m not drunk.
 
I know
exactly
what I’m doing.”
 
He leans in and kisses my neck, licking and sucking his way down to my chest.

My heart and brain accept everything he says without question.
 
It only takes me three seconds to completely obliterate all images of those girls and the stuff that happened in the club.
 
Not only does he look and sound super honest, but I’m about as turned-on as I’ve ever been in my entire life.
 
Boom! Goodbye jealousy and hello future orgasm!

His hand squeezes my breast and he grinds into me.

Holy shit.
 
“I want to see you without your shirt on,” I gasp out.
 
His shirt is somewhere in the covers, but we’re too tangled for me to figure out where I stop and he starts.
 
I can’t see enough of him and I’ve been picturing what he might look like for weeks.

He jumps off the bed to undo his pants, and I stare at his amazing chest.
 
He’s all lean muscle, and his two tattoos are just barely visible in the light coming from the bathroom.
 
There are three small pink scars around his abdomen where his surgery was done.

“Are you okay?
 
With your surgery?” I ask.
 
I’m worried I’m going to hurt him rolling all over over the bed like this.

“I’m fine,” he says, and I have to agree with him one hundred percent. When he drops his pants and I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath, my hand flies up to my mouth.
 
“Oh my god,” I say, my eyes bugging out.
 
Holy Babe Ruth alert.
 
Is that a dick or a baseball bat?

“What?” he asks, laughing a little as he looks down.

“You are … amazing,” I say.
 
Words are failing me.
 
He is not proportional at all.
 
His frame is way too narrow to carry around equipment like that.

“Wow. That’s probably the sexiest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
 
He moves towards me, his junk waving in the breeze.

I squeal, scrambling back and pulling the sheets up to my chest.

He freezes partway over me.
 
“What’s the matter?
 
Are you scared?”

I peek out over the covers, still in my bra and bottoms.
 
“Maybe.
 
You’re too big.”

He grins all evil-like.
 
“No such thing.”
 
He’s pushing his face into my neck, forcing kisses on me and making me get goosebumps all over. And then the covers are gone and the cool air hits me as he yanks the sheet away.
 
I squeak with surprise and excitement.

“Get your clothes off, girl.
 
I need to get inside you.”

My heart flips over.
 
No beating around the bush with Mick, I guess.
 
Hand over the hootchie and no one gets hurt.

“You do it,” I say, pulling his face to mine.
 
I cannot get enough of his mouth and it’s way safer if he just doesn’t talk and kisses me instead.

His hands don’t waste any time.
 
They’re all over me fumbling around and then suddenly I’m naked too and we’re lying side by side pressed together.
 
He squeezes my breast as I throw my leg over his waist.
 
His hand slides down to press into my ass, bringing us together.

Everything is moving too fast for me to think straight.
 
He’s pressing the tip against my opening before I suddenly wake up to reality.

“Wait!
 
You need a condom!”
 
Holy cold shower. I’m panting in relief and fear over the near miss. The last thing I want to do is end up like Alissa.

“I already put one on.”

I put my hand down there because I figure it’s got to be a lie.
 
Is is possible to be so in another world during foreplay to miss something like that?
Apparently, yes.
“Oh. Damn.
 
You’re good.”

And we’re back on again.

I can’t help the huge sigh that escapes my lips as he starts to penetrate me.
 
I whimper as he pulls back and then squeak when he goes in again.
 
I’m hanging on for dear life, biting my lip as the pressure builds.
 
He’s too big.
 
It hurts
so
good.

He pushes me over and I’m on my back, spreading my legs to take him in more fully.
 
We’re both moaning.
 
Once he’s all the way in, buried to the hilt, we roll over again and now I’m on top.