I go to close out of the messenger app, then remember the small box on top of my bag.
NICK: Don’t let Belle pee yet. Got her something.
KAYDEN: Better be worth it. She just growled at me.
NICK:
KAYDEN: Asshole. We’re coming.
NICK: Dude, don’t text and fuck. Finish up and get over here.
KAYDEN:
Since Nova doesn’t have a key to the room, I get up and prop the door open for them. I’m pulling out a change of clothes from my pack when they walk into the room.
“Morning, you two,” I say with a knowing smirk. “Have a good night?”
Belle bites her lip, suppressing a grin while she pulls her hair into a ponytail and flops down on Grinder’s bed. I don’t know what that means, but judging by her puffy lips and her nipples poking against the fabric of her T-shirt, I’m guessing they were getting it on before coming over. Nova flops down next to her with a satisfied grin on his face. He threads his hand with hers, then lifts it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. She lets out a giggle and nudges him, telling him to behave.
Lucky bastard.
In the bathroom, the shower turns off.
“Oh thank god,” Belle exclaims. “Can I pee now?”
“Yeah. What’s the deal?” Nova asks. “Why didn’t you want her to pee?”
I pick up the small box on top of my bag that I picked up yesterday and toss it to Belle. She catches it and turns it over, frowning in confusion.
“What . . . is this?” she asks.
“It’s a female urination device,” I explain, placing a pile of clean clothes to change into at the foot of my bed. “It lets you pee standing up.”
“What? Like a guy?”
“Exactly.” Her eyebrows shoot up in . . . surprise? Curiosity? I don’t know, but the look on her face is cute as fuck. She tears the box open and pulls out the device. It looks like someone attached a funnel to a sports cup. In pink, of course. She turns it over, then opens her mouth to ask something, but stops when the bathroom door opens. I grin and cock my head toward the bathroom. “It’s pretty self-explanatory. Give it a go.”
She leaps up and dashes toward the toilet, stopping when she runs into an almost naked Grinder. “Oh . . . um . . . good morning,” she squeaks out.
Taken off guard by her presence, Grinder’s grip on his towel loosens for a moment, and he scrambles to pull it tight again. His eyes rake over her body, pausing at her chest and still very perky nipples. He gulps as he steps aside to let her by. “Morning, Belle.” She skirts past him, pausing only a moment to look back as she heads into the bathroom, clearly taking him in as much as he was taking in her.
Interesting.
“You didn’t think to tell me we had guests?” Grinder growls at me.
“This is my room, too,” Nova says, a goofy grin still in place.
Grinder shoots him a glare, opening his mouth to say something. We all freeze when a moan escapes the bathroom. “Ooh, fuck, yes.” I gulp. Grinder gulps. Nova groans, banging his head against the headboard. The moaning continues. “How did I not know about this?”
Grinder lets out a deep breath as he stares at the ceiling. He turns away, dropping his towel and grabbing his boxers and pants. Normally, me or Nova would give him shit about covering his bare ass, but the moans coming from the bathroom snag our attention. A flush, then the sound of running water in the sink tells us she’s done, so I turn back to what I was doing. Nova’s adjusting himself over on the bed, and I’m hoping he doesn’t catch me doing the same. Fuck, I didn’t know I could get that hard that fast.
The door cracks open, and Belle asks, “Is it safe to come out?”
Grinder pulls a shirt on, completing his outfit for the day. “We’re dressed, princess. Now come get some coffee so I can prove you wrong and we can get going.”
The corner of my mouth curls upward, but I shut it down. It’s game time. I need my poker face on.
Belle steps out of the bathroom, holding up the device. “I have so many questions. But coffee first. I’m tired as hell.”
“Damn right,” Nova says, grinning with satisfaction.
Belle scowls and throws the device at him. “Watch it, Nova.” Her scowl turns to giggles as he fumbles to catch it.
Grinder shakes his head and pours the black liquid into one of the hotel Styrofoam cups. Straight. No cream, no sugar. He’s so confident he’s right—or distracted—even though a mere sniff of the room would tell him something’s wrong. He holds out the cup to Belle.
I turn to Nova to give him a quick wink that says, This is going to be good.
Belle takes the cup, sniffs it, then looks at Grinder. He smirks back, folding his arms across his chest. She shrugs and lifts the cup to her mouth. The room goes silent as she takes a deep sip of coffee. Grinder looks smug as hell. Nova is drinking her in. Me, I’m with Nova. Belle is easy on the eyes. Her every move is pleasant to watch. Until she gags on the first sip. It’s a miracle she doesn’t spray hot coffee all over Grinder. “What the hell is this?” she demands, choking it down. Next to me, Nova roars with laughter.
Grinder’s shit-eating grin disappears. “Excuse me? That coffee is from one of the best roasters on the East Coast. What the hell is wrong with it?”
Belle holds the cup out for him to take. “You’re the supposed expert. You tell me.”
Grinder snags the cup, takes a large gulp, and also gags. “What the hell?” He opens the coffee machine, finally taking notice of how much coffee he had used. He lifts the used filter out and tosses it in the garbage, replacing it a moment later with a fresh one.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “You made her a cup of shit. You lost.”