Bedding the Best Man(7)

Finally, the clerk pulled a card out of her drawer and swiped it into her coding machine and handed it to me. “Now, I’m going to need this back.”

Clutching the key to my chest in relief, I nodded. “You got it. I’ll bring it right back down.”

I moved away quickly. The main elevator was a lot closer so I risked the chance of taking it.

A crowd of other hotel guests joined me, but thankfully no one I knew. Instead of going to Patrick’s room, I headed back to mine. After I placed the basket back in its original spot, I checked my purse to make sure I had the spare key for my room.

I placed Patrick’s key on my nightstand then went back down to the reception desk. Telling Chrissy thank you, I handed her my key and watched as she tossed it into a drawer with others.

I could hear the music in the ballroom and everyone laughing and having a good time. As I returned to the elevator, I felt a little guilty about not being with my brother on his special day. But, I’d been there for all the important parts so technically my bridesmaid’s duties were complete.

Back in my room, I got out of my dress, headed to the shower, and started to plan my big move.

~YH~

It was fifteen minutes past midnight when I used the keycard to Patrick’s room. The reception ended at ten, I figured most of them would have been hanging around for a little longer. By now, the men either were talking old times or had returned to their rooms.

I knew it was a risk to go in blind, but some risks were worth it. Once I was inside, I was surrounded by mostly darkness. The only light was a slim glow coming from the bathroom. The door was cracked and I could see in the mirror that it was empty. I smiled to myself; it would have been nice to catch him in the shower, I would have stripped out of my clothes and joined him.

Tiptoeing down the short hall, I moved past the small sitting area to the bedroom. There was a sliver of moonlight coming through the blinds that allowed me to see the form beneath the covers. I had thought to be in his bed when he came in, but seeing that he was already there was even better.

I could tell that there was only one body in the bed. Letting out a soft sigh, thankful that he hadn’t brought Serita to his room to show him her dancing moves in a horizontal fashion, I undressed.

Moving back to the sitting room, I set my t-shirt, jean miniskirt and panties on the small couch. Taking a deep breath, I crept back to the bed, and slipped under the covers.

He let out a heavy breath and rolled to his back.

I froze. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be caught; I was nervous. Of all the wild things I had done, I’d never snuck into a man’s room before. The list of men I’d actually been with was short—two.

When he stilled again, I gently pulled the covers down his body. I wish I could see more than the shadow of him. Now that he’d turned, even the sliver of moonlight that was hitting the lump of covers didn’t illuminate anything.

Lowering myself down the bed, I began to lay kisses along his chest and abdomen. Feeling all those sculpted muscles beneath my lips had heat filling my body. He smelled of fresh citrus like the hotel soap. My hand slipped up his thigh searching for the part of him I desired most, after his heart that is.

I was thrilled to discover he slept in the nude.

Taking hold of his cock, I felt it leap against my palm.

“What…who?” Startled awake, his voice was rough, groggy, and so low I could barely make out his words.

“Shh…” I placed my other hand in the center of his chest to keep him in place. “Lie back and let me please you,” I whispered.

“Kamari.” His body relaxed as he placed a hand on my back and slid it up to cup my face.

I enjoyed hearing him whisper my name. Even though he could not see me, it was my name he called out. I had been on his mind and apparently he desired me as much as I did him. Were you dreaming about me?

For a moment, I wished I had stayed down at the last hour of the reception and had the opportunity of him inviting me up to his room or him posing the question of coming to mine. There was a little disappointment in the fact that I’d cheated myself out of that seductive courting time.

However, the disappointment faded quickly as my hand squeezed and pumped his thick, hard, impressive cock. I slid my finger up the thick vein running the length of his shaft. I shivered with a combination of apprehension and excitement at the realization that all of it would soon be inside me—stretching me to accommodate his size.

I nuzzled against him, taking in his warm scent, and allowed the anticipation of me putting my mouth on him to build for both of us. Here the bottle fragrance of the hotel was dominated by a more male musk, his scent. It was familiar to me and as I continued to inhale for a long moment, it pushed away any anxiety of the moment and surrounded me with comfort and a need so strong I could hardly breathe.