“Whoa, dude, I just asked if she was hot.” Levi held his hands up, palms out. “Clearly you’ve staked your claim.”

“Yeah, take it easy, bro.” Sonny hit his palm on my back. “Tell us about this Harper person that has you all up in arms.”

I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder. “I’m not up in arms, but this girl … she’s special. Harper has been under my skin for years. I’ve convinced her to come out for the week, which wasn’t an easy task, so I need you all to behave yourselves. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sure, man, no problem,” they said in unison.

Anders spoke again, “Wait, is this the girl that you were seeing a few months ago? The one I caught you emailing the other day?”

“Oh wait, I know this chick. She’s Emilyn’s best friend,” Levi said.

“Yeah, that’s her. I’ve known her for a really long time and I’ve liked her since I first saw her.” I nod, taking a swig of my beer.

Sonny came up to me and I grunted when he reached out and cupped my junk.

Shoving him away I yelled, “What the fuck, man!”

“Well, boys, his balls are still there, but he sure sounded like a broad just now. You always say such sweet words, Ky?” Sonny blinked his eyes rapidly.

Levi and Anders laughed, but it didn’t earn a laugh from Linc.

“When is she getting in?” Lincoln asked, ignoring the other two.

I looked down at my watch and said, “She’ll be here in about an hour. I got us a suite together, and I plan on spending a lot of time with her … alone. I’ll introduce her to you all, and then you fuckers are going to leave us alone.”

Anders and Sonny chuckled.

“What are you going to do with her when we celebrate my birthday?” Levi asked.

Shit, I’d forgotten about that. Levi was turning twenty-five in three days, and we were all going out to some nightclub—he and the guys had rented out the entire top floor, and I had a feeling there would be strippers involved. Before I’d decided to bring Harper out here it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I didn’t want to go to some bar and have tits all up in my face while my girl was back at the hotel.

“I’ll figure it all out, but I’ll be there,” I reassured him.

I told the guys that I was going back to my room to wait for Harper, but I’d be back in a couple hours and they needed to be on their best behavior. Back in my room, I unpacked my small carry-on suitcase I had taken with me to California before sitting down on the couch to wait. I’d put Harper on a mid-morning flight, in first class. If I could have sent the record label’s private plane for her I would have—only the best for my girl. But unfortunately it was only for the label and their clients. She’d get here just before dinner and I’d ask her if she wanted to go out to eat, or order room service. I’d planned on taking her out sightseeing so we would have time to talk and just be together, but it was also a ploy to prevent us from falling into old habits of jumping each other’s bones. Not that I was opposed to sex in public places—I could fuck Harper just about anywhere—but I needed to show her how much more we could be … together.

I’d sat through one full episode of The Big Bang Theory when a knock sounded at the door. I grinned and got up from the couch and went to open it. When I did, Harper stood in front of me, dressed in a beautiful short white lace dress. Her sexy cowgirl boots made her tanned legs look even darker, and her long brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She barely wore any make-up, and she was hands down the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

She was looking at me like I was a piece of meat, but there was also something behind those eyes that I couldn’t read. My dick was hard and straining against my jeans.

“Hey, handsome,” she greeted, smiling.

“Hey yourself. You look beautiful.”

I reached forward to take her hand in mine, and her bag out of her other hand.

“Come in, I’ll show you your room.”

She walked past me, brushing her side against my front. I couldn’t help the groan that came out of my throat. Fucking hell, she smelled good. How was I going to keep my hands to myself when all I wanted to do was haul her over my shoulder and pin her to the bed?

Oh my God, this man standing in front of me was delicious! Ky wore a pair of low-slung jeans with a plain white t-shirt. His hair was sticking up in every direction—as if he’d been running his hands through it. When I looked down I noticed his feet were bare. What was it about a man’s bare feet that turned me on? I had been reluctant to make the trip, even trying to talk myself into turning around the moment I boarded the plane earlier that morning, but the need to see Ky overwhelmed me. Now that he was here and I could reach out and touch him, I knew I’d made the right choice.

Walking past him, I heard him moan as our bodies connected. I did it on purpose just to goad him. I wanted to remind him of how much he wanted me, like I did him. Plus I wanted to remind him that I had the vagina, so I held the power. There was no way I was going to make this trip a walk in the park for him. He said our relationship wasn’t based on sex. Well, I was going to prove to him that it was a very large part of it.

“Wow, would you look at this place. My God, it looks bigger than my house!” I said, looking around.

I heard Ky chuckle from behind me. He came up so close that I could feel the heat from his body. When he spoke, his breath tickled my ear. “It’s big … really big.”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on me. Oh yeah, I was getting to him.

Not turning around I said, “Mmmhmmm … just the way I like them. Is our room over here?”

I moved down a short little hallway with three doors. Why were there three doors?

“Your room is right over here,” he said, placing the emphasis on the word ‘your.’

He opened the door to a very large bedroom that had a king sized bed with a white duvet, and some modern pieces of furniture that were black and silver. Off to the side there was another door that I assumed was a bathroom.

“What do you mean mine? Aren’t we sleeping in the same bed?”

His slow grin spread across his face.

“Nope, I’m sleeping over there.” He pointed out of the still open door, and across the hall.

“I don’t understand? Why are we sleeping in separate beds?”

“You do know you’re even cuter when you’re confused.” He flicked my nose.

As I stood there in front of him, it occurred to me that this was how he thought he’d keep control over the ‘situation’ … and by ‘situation’ I meant his dick. Oh silly man, he would be in for a rude awakening. Maybe I needed to give him a reason to regret this decision.

“Hmmm … want to know something else that’s cute?” I asked, a slight purr in my voice.

I stepped into him and I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down. I was making him nervous—served the fucker right. Placing my hand up on his chest, I stood up on my tiptoes and spoke with my lips against his.

“My mouth, Kyler … my mouth is really fucking cute.”

With that I pressed my body flush with his and kissed him. I kissed him so deeply that I heard him growl into my mouth. My tongue shot past his teeth and stroked softly against his. He tasted like mint. Angling my head for a deeper kiss, my hand that rested on his chest traveled down his well-sculpted abs and found its way to the front of his pants. He was hard, long and thick, and fuck me if that didn’t make me lose my mind.

After gripping him though, I quickly lost control of the situation. My hand on his dick made Kyler snap. He moved so fast that I didn’t know what was happening until he’d done it. Grabbing me by my waist, he hoisted me up so I was wrapped around him. He turned me around and pressed my back against the wall, and his pulsing erection pushed up against my aching body. Pulling back, I saw his eyes were dark and wanting. He wanted to fuck me right there, against the wall, and there was no mistaking that. With one of his hands under my ass, he brought his other up and pushed it into my mouth.