“Mmm,” I moaned the second he pulled his mouth away.
It didn’t matter how many times I had this man inside me—even if it was three times a day, like we’d been averaging; it wouldn’t be enough. I’d gone to bed last night after cowgirl. I’d woken up to doggy style this morning.
Yet now, just a few hours later, I was fantasizing about what position he would put me in this afternoon.
He held my chin as he asked, “Do you girls have plans for dinner?”
Monica had tossed around a few ideas but hadn’t made a reservation.
“Nope,” I replied.
He pulled my lip into his mouth, biting the end before he released it. “We’re going for sushi, and we have a private room. I can easily add four more to the table.” His hands dipped to my ass, circling my cheeks. “And we also have tickets to see The Weeknd tonight. If you want to come”—he nuzzled his face in my neck—“I can score those for you too.”
“You’re kidding.”
A man with endless connections.
I found that so incredibly sexy.
“This isn’t the only hotel I’ve opened on the Strip.” He pulled his face back, his lips now close to mine. “My job earns me perks all over the world.”
“You’re a lucky guy.”
He sighed. “I work hard for it. Trust me.”
“I don’t doubt it one bit.” I smiled. “Fair warning: Monica is going to die when she hears this. She’s obsessed with The Weeknd.” I turned around, facing her back, watching her in deep conversation with Max. “Hey, Mon,” I said, waiting for her to give me her attention. “Want to go for sushi tonight with the guys?”
She nodded. “Sounds yummy to me.”
“And how about going to The Weeknd concert after?”
Her eyes widened. “Shut up. You’re not serious. I tried to get us tickets, and they were just so ridiculously priced. I couldn’t swing it.”
I’d wanted so badly to buy them as her graduation gift, but Monica wouldn’t even let me think about it.
Now that she was getting to go anyway, I couldn’t be more excited.
“I have club-level seats,” Jenner said to her. “With backstage passes.” He nodded toward Max and added, “Max represents him.”
She shook her head. “I can’t even.” Waves lapped onto my chest as she hurried over to us. “I might propose to you right now,” she said to Jenner, giggling. “Is this real? Or am I dreaming? Because I don’t think I’ve emphasized enough that The Weeknd is my favorite artist of all time.”
“It’s happening,” I told her. “You just have to say yes.”
“Yesss!” she screamed over the music in the pool, and people nearby looked in our direction. “Hell yes!”
“What’s going on?” Lex asked, moving closer, Courtney joining her.
“We’re all going to The Weeknd concert tonight,” I replied.
“Whaaa?” Courtney said. “We are?”
“Oh, we are, girlfriend. We are,” Monica told her.
I placed my arm across Jenner’s shoulders, his eyes already on me. “You’ve made my friends really, really happy.”
“And you?” His stare was boring through me.
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I think you know the answer to that.”
Monica joined the other two girls, squeeing so loud that I couldn’t stop laughing at them. But my demeanor immediately changed when Jenner’s mouth pressed against my neck, rising to my ear.
His hands continued their sexy assault across my body as he growled, “You’re going to have an amazing time tonight.”
He was making a promise.
One I didn’t doubt.
And one that proved to be true because hours later, when I was standing at the edge of the VIP box, staring into The Weeknd’s face, I couldn’t drop the smile from my lips.
I couldn’t stop dancing.
I couldn’t shake the tingling bursting through my body.
The Weeknd was belting out one of his most popular songs that Monica played on repeat in our apartment. My best friend was living her best life, and so were Court and Lex. The guys were moving around the box, eating the catered food, pouring drinks. And Jenner was behind me. Our bodies had been pressed together all night, swaying in sync like we had at the club.
“You weren’t lying,” I whispered to him after several songs. I pressed my face against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne, memorizing it. A scent that was spicy and crisp and unforgettable. “This is amazing.”
We were close enough that I could see the sweat on The Weeknd’s forehead, where the energy in the arena was pulsing through me, where I could feel the beat as though I were standing on a speaker.
But the concert wasn’t what made this night so special.
That was Jenner.
And this was an evening I would certainly remember forever.
“I’m glad I could do this for you.”
I gave him a quick kiss before Monica grabbed my hand and lifted it into the air, twirling me in a circle. Jenner released his grip on me, and Monica hugged me against her.
“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun,” she said, dancing with me, finding our own rhythm. “But I have to tell you something. Whether you want to hear it or not, I just need to get it out.”
She was speaking directly in my ear, and I pulled back to look at her, trying to read her expression, judging where she was going to take this conversation.
“He’s the best.” She paused. “And the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
There was a tightness in my chest, a throbbing reminder that after tomorrow morning, everything would be different.
“Monica …” I shook my head, not knowing what to say.
But I agreed with her.
I just didn’t want to admit it out loud.
I didn’t want to put that kind of weight on the future.
“Don’t fuck this up,” she warned.
I swallowed, staring at my best friend, my heart clutching.
“Promise me?”
I nodded, giving her the best answer I could, and then I wrapped my arm around her and ground my hips against hers, getting her mind back on the music.
But that wasn’t where mine was.
Mine was on Jenner.
“Good morning,” Jenner whispered against my forehead.
I stirred awake as I felt his words move across my skin, my eyes not even having to blink with the sun barely peeking through the long, heavy curtains.
I didn’t know what time we’d eventually crawled into his bed last night, but it wasn’t all that long ago. Once the concert had ended, Jenner’s limo had taken us back to the hotel, and we’d all spent several hours in the bar before Jenner and I came up here.
“Morning,” I grumbled, nuzzling into his neck, trying to find my bearings. Talking this early wasn’t one of my favorite things, but our time together was so limited. I leaned up, checking the clock on his nightstand. “Ugh, I have to leave soon.”
I rested my face against his chest, running my fingers through the small patches of hair, my lids closing as I tried to burn this memory into my head.