“We’re in room two twenty-seven. Here’s a key,” Kaylee said, handing me a key card to our hotel room.
I somehow managed to slip it into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Okay, kids, we’ve got a room on the first floor—one nineteen,” Ty Senior stated as he looked between his two sons, almost as if to reassure them that their parents wouldn’t be anywhere near their rooms.
Brock was the first one to reply. “Sounds good, Dad. I’m going to take Blayze upstairs with me, and then we’ll all meet for dinner.”
I stood, careful not to wake up the sleeping prince.
“Lincoln, call me when you’re ready for that drink.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said to Stella. “I will.”
Brock focused his gaze on his mother, then me, before offering to take Blayze from me. “Want me to carry him? I know your arms have to be on fire by now.”
“No, he’s okay. I can bring him up to your room, so he doesn’t wake up.”
A slow, sexy smile spread over Brock’s face.
Okay, so I might have been using the excuse of not waking his son because I really wanted a few extra moments with Brock. It might have been wrong, but in that moment, I didn’t want to be right. It was shameful, but I was hoping for another one of those mind-blowing kisses he’d given me.
Little did I know how much more I’d be getting.
Chapter Sixteen
LINCOLN
The ride in the elevator was quiet. Kaylee and Ty stood on complete opposite sides while Brock and I stood next to one another. The heat between our bodies was hard to miss, and I knew he felt it too.
The door opened, and Brock carried his bag along with mine. Downstairs, Ty had offered to take Kaylee’s, but she’d politely declined.
Kaylee stopped at the door to our room. Brock brought my suitcase inside and then stepped out into the hall again, where I was waiting for him. Before she shut the door, Kaylee gave me a look that said she knew what I was up to.
Ty’s room was next. He told Brock he’d meet him down in the lobby before dinner and slipped inside.
Then, we were standing in front of room two thirty-eight. Brock’s room. For a brief moment, I let myself pretend we were a little family, heading into our weekend retreat, where Blayze and I would watch his dad ride on a bull, and then we’d all head home and play house.
I snapped out of it at the sound of the door shutting.
What in the hell are you doing, Lincoln? This man has a son. He has a dangerous job, and you want to play house.
We walked into the room, and a king-size bed sat in the middle. A small kitchen area was to our left, with the bathroom to the right.
Brock pulled the covers back on the bed, and I gently placed Blayze down and covered him. He looked so precious as I slipped the headphones off and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.
Yes, this little boy was jumping right on into my heart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even if things didn’t work out between me and Brock, I’d still adore Blayze.
Taking a step back, I turned and headed toward the door, Brock on my heels.
“I guess I’ll see you for dinner?” I asked, turning before opening the door.
His hands came up and landed on the door, framing my body against it.
My heart raced in my chest as I looked up into his eyes.
“The more you’re near me, the more my body aches for you, Lincoln.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth opening to tell him that I felt the same. Brock didn’t give me a chance to answer, though. He cupped my face, his mouth instantly on mine.
My knees felt weak as I reached up and placed my hands on his hips. This man could really kiss me senseless. It was the only thing he had done, and I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on all the other parts of me. Touching me and bringing me to utter pleasure.
Brock pulled me into the bathroom. My heart raced as I looked over his shoulder, and he shut the door.
“He’s out cold. Kid can sleep through a tornado,” Brock whispered.
Swallowing hard, I realized I was about to find out exactly how it felt to be touched by Brock.
His hands shook slightly as he lifted me and set me on the counter. They shook even more as he slipped his hand under my shirt. I gasped as his thumb rolled gently over my nipple.
My back arched, the need to feel him touching me nearly driving me mad. This wasn’t my normal behavior, to make out in the bathroom of a hotel, but with Brock, I was a different person. I found myself wanting to do anything for him, and have him do anything to me. It felt naughty to mess around in the bathroom of his room.