The Heartbreakers

Channing

I HELP LENLEY OFF THEbed of my truck by offering her a steadying hand.

I can’t help but run my hands down her thin waist and soft hips and I tease the frayed hem of her short denim skirt with my fingertips. Her skin is so soft and smooth that I can’t stop touching her.

Thankfully she seems as into it as I am, because she leans closer to me her perfect tits rubbing against my chest.

I take her lips in a brief, shallow kiss. I’m so fucking hard that it hurts and I want to get to a hotel as fast as I can.

I help her into the passenger seat and run around my truck to my side, climbing into the driver seat and peeling out of our parking spot like a man possessed.

A few people in the vehicle next to ours complain, I know it’s rude to leave during a movie but I’d like to see every single one of them in my shoes.

“Do you have any preference on the hotel?” I ask, threading my fingers through hers because I can’t fucking keep my hands off of her. “I’ve only lived in Star Cove for a year, but since you grew up here, you know the town better than I do.”

She lets go of my hand to look for her phone. “Let me look.”

I drive through the quiet roads of Star Cove, surprised by the lack of night life on a Sunday night.

But unlike the bigger neighboring town of Shell Cove, even with the influx of visitors for Memorial Day, Star Cove doesn’t really get busy and vibrant with parties and tourists until the Fourth of July.

I sneak a few looks at her, so intent on the screen of her phone, her dark hair caressing her shoulder like a silky curtain. She’s sexy and so fucking adorable at the same time.

“Hmm,” she muses. “Maybe we should try our luck at my house. But I’m not sure if my mom had any plans tonight. The few hotels that are already opened for the season are all full because of the long weekend. The only place with vacancies is the Star Cove Grand Hotel, but it’s the most expensive hotel in town.”

Now had anyone told me that I wouldn’t blink an eye at the idea of spending close to four figures for a night at a hotel in the hope of a hand job—a blow job if I’m really lucky—I would’ve laughed.

Fuck, for something like that, I’d have parked in a quiet place.

God knows how many times I’ve gotten balls deep into a chick, I’d just met at a party, bending her over the side of my truck.

But Lenley is different than any other chick I’ve ever hooked up with. First off even if she wanted to I know this would be her first time, and I don’t think someone’s first time should be in my truck or in the bathroom at a bar. If anyone did that to my little sister, I know I’d fucking kill them.

Even though our agreement is just one of pure convenience and not a boyfriend-girlfriend situation, I think Lenley deserves a nice bed and a partner who’s going to take his time to make it good for her; without rushing, without fear of getting caught.

But regardless of that, the guys and I promised each other that we’ll wait to get tested before we go all the way. So the only reason why I’m even entertaining the idea of a hotel room is that I’m dying to see her naked, to taste her and to feel her hands on me. Hell, maybe I’ll show her how I like to be sucked off.

“As long as they have a room and parking, it’s ok,” I say with a shrug, trying my best to get the image of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock without any barriers between us, out of my head. “Can you get my phone and use that to make the booking?” I ask her as I approach an amber traffic light.

“I can do it from my phone,” she offers.

I shake my head. “I’m paying for it, Len.”

She argues with me but I’m not budging on that. “But it isn’t fair—”

“It was my idea, ok? So I’m paying.”

She’s stubborn. “But you already paid for the movie and the snacks.”

Yeah, she’s right. And like I said, this isn’t a typical behavior for me. Our night together so far has been the closest thing to a date I’ve ever been to, if you don’t count the brother-sister dates with Amanda.

“Just use my phone, please?” I ask, thinking that once I get off, I’ll be back to my normal self.

I’m not the boyfriend type and I need to remember not to confuse this deal we have with Lenley with a relationship. I have to remember that we’re mutually helping each other get what we want. We need to take our social life out of the spotlight without being reduced to celibacy and she needs to stick it to the guy who rejected her. Who happens to be our worst enemy.

As long and we all remember all of that, it’s a win-win.

The Star Cove Grand Hotel definitely lives up to the promises implied by its name.

I slow down by the entrance, trying to figure out where to park and I think this property wouldn’t look out of place in Hollywood or Beverly Hills; the revolving main door is protected by a blue awning and tall, potted palm trees flank the paved area in front of the entrance.

Two doormen in navy blue suits stand by the door and one of them nods as soon as my truck slows down and I’m approached by a valet.

Ken makes sure we get great accommodation whenever we travel to a competitive event, but I’m not used to this kind of luxury in any way, shape or form.

“Thank you.” Lenley smiles at the doorman who opened the door for her on the passenger side.

“Can we get your luggage, ma’am?” the man asks and I notice the embarrassment coloring Lenley’s cheeks as I round my truck and wrap my arm around her shoulders.

“We don’t have any luggage, thank you,” I offer, guiding Lenley into the luxurious foyer.

I barely notice the marble and brass surrounding us, with Art Deco accents, giving the place an old world feel because my attention is focused on the adorable creature walking by my side.

Our eyes meet and I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips at the redness on her cheeks. “Everyone is looking at us,” she whispers. “We don’t have any bags, so they know why we’re here.”

“Nah,” I reassure her. “Trust me, as long as we pay for the room and we don’t disturb the other guests, I don’t think they care what we do in our room. And by the way, I think they’re all looking at the hot woman by my side.”

She giggles. “They’re not.”