Harris leaned in as close to Lyric as he could get. “You and your brother can’t keep me away from her forever. His world is about to come crashing down, and when it does, I’ll be there for her.”

Lyric backed away, but didn’t turn or take her eyes off Harris until she was several feet from him.

“What did he say to you?”

“That Bullet’s world was about to come crashing down.”

“Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s in some kind of trouble. He thinks I’m his good luck charm or some other ridiculous nonsense.”

“Let’s go find my brother.”

Bullet waited by the front entrance to the hotel, hoping this was the way they’d come in. Every time a cab approached, he looked to see if Tristan and Lyric were in it. He wished he could’ve been the one to pick Tristan up at the airport, but he would’ve been disqualified if he’d missed the riders’ meeting.

Another cab drove up to the valet. It looked to Bullet as though only one person was in it. That wouldn’t be them. He was about to turn away when the door opened and out stepped Harris Jones—the one guy he never wanted to see again in his life.

He expected a confrontation, but instead Harris acted as though he didn’t see Bullet. Fine by him. A few minutes later, when the cab Tristan and Lyric were in pulled up, he forgot all about seeing the guy who was fast becoming his nemesis.

Bullet opened the door and offered his hand to help Tristan out of the car. When she took it, electricity sizzled between them, as it usually did.

Tristan dropped her bag on the ground, next to the cab, and put her arms around his neck. Nothing felt as good as having her next to him, body to body. It had been almost six weeks since the last time he saw her, and his body reacted instinctively. He hoped Lyric wouldn’t mind if they went straight to the room he’d reserved.

“Hi.” He breathed in her scent. It was soft, like baby powder. He looked into her deep, soft eyes. Felt her equally soft breasts pressed up against him. Her softness in contrast to his hardness drove him wild. One whiff of her scent, and he wanted to take her straight to bed.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“It’s so damn good to see you. And feel you.”

“You too.”

“Think Lyric would mind if we…”

“Not at all. Look.” Tristan pointed near the door. King West was walking toward Lyric with the same look on his face that Bullet had a few minutes before.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said in the crowded elevator.

“We do?”

“Yes, we do.”

Bullet led the way to the room, but kept turning around to kiss her. The fourth time he stopped, she asked him how much farther it was. He looked at the numbers on the door and realized they’d passed the room. They both laughed, but the heat between them didn’t dissipate.

Bullet opened the door and dropped her luggage. “You can unpack later.”

“I’d like to take a quick shower. You know, the plane ride…”

“Uh. Sure. Okay.” She was probably tired from traveling, and here, all he could think about was her, naked, and him inside of her. She was here with him, and they had at least ten days ahead of them. He could be patient.

He stretched out on the bed and took off his socks, shoving them into his worn cowboy boots he’d set by the side of the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt but still felt uncomfortable. He wanted to unbutton the top button of his jeans, but then, what would she think?

He stood and shoved his boots in the mirrored closet, where he couldn’t miss his own arousal in the reflection. He stretched out on the bed again and turned on the television, hoping the din of a mindless infomercial would distract him from the sound of running water in the bathroom.

When the water stopped, Bullet stopped breathing, waiting for the door to open. Would she wrap herself in the hotel robe he’d seen behind the door? Would she step out of the steamy room already dressed?

When she finally opened the door and rounded the corner, her sweet body was wrapped only in a towel. Bullet groaned, and Tristan let the towel drop to the floor.

She hadn’t taken the time to dry the dewy wetness that beaded on her skin. Bullet stared at her, unsure whether he dare move and break the spell of her standing naked before him.

“Stay where you are,” she told him as she strolled toward the bed, seating herself on the mattress with her hip next to his.

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