Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(139)

“There’s no charge,” the guy said.

Erin slipped past me, drifting her hand down my back in her wake. “Thank you for the offer but we’re fine. Please take it back.”

The guy stammered. “But it’s paid for.”

I wanted to toss him and the bottle out into the hall, but Erin blocked me.

“Then please feel free to enjoy it.” She gave the cart a tentative push toward the door. “Just remove it, okay?”

“That’s a hundred and forty dollar bottle. Are you sure?”

Erin was watching me out of the corner of her eye. “We’re sure.”

If he thought he was getting a tip, he had another thing coming.

She shut the door behind him, leaning on it for a second. “Are you okay?”

“This day is testing my patience.”

“I can see that. Well, as your doctor, I’m prescribing a hot shower and some dinner.”

My mind blanked, stalling all over visions of wet doctor and things my cock could do to her. Hands, too. My hands definitely wanted in on the action. My tongue felt thick, demanding to participate. She was fantastic with diversions. “If you think it would help.”

She crossed her arms. “I do.”

Her stance was propping her boobs up nicely. The entire package leached the anger from my bones. “Well, you are a professional.”

“I didn’t order the wine.”

I know. I’m an *. “I know.”

“You thought I did.”

She had me there.

“I wouldn’t do something like that to you, Adam. Not now; not ever.”

I could easily see she was telling the truth.

“It hurts that you’d think that of me.”

I’m a very big *. Dad always told us to man up when we were wrong. “I’m sorry.”

“I would never disrespect you like that. Never.” She huffed. “Promise me that this is the last time you’ll doubt me on that.”

Her knocking my ass in line was sort of a turn on. “I promise.”

Erin nodded, still holding her ground. Her focus shifted to the mess of papers she left on the corner of the bed. Just when I was sure she’d want to talk about that f*cking contract, she motioned toward the bathroom. “Time for an attitude adjustment. How about a hot shower and then we go find a place to eat?”

I crossed the distance and squared off with her. “Is that your final order, Doc?”

She put up her best front. “Your swagger isn’t going to save you on this one.”

“My swagger?”

Her chin jutted out, and for a second I could see her taking the same stance reprimanding our children one day. The boy would be a spitting image of me, no doubt earning her starch on a daily basis. A daughter would be just as much of a hard-ass, but she’d have me wrapped around her finger just like her mom.

“I’m not used to people doubting me.”

I pulled her in, breaking her feeble wall with effortless ease. “I’m not used to people giving a shit.”

Her hands slid up my arms. “Well, I do. Very much.”

Her words were like a shock to the heart, but for some reason they didn’t scare the hell out of me. The only thing I was concerned about was making that crinkle of pity disappear from her face.

“Very much?” I didn’t need to ask, but I did anyway. The way she was staring me down, drilling her meaning into me with just a look, left zero doubt.

“Yes,” she said.

“Then let me apologize.” One lift up and her feet left the ground, my tongue was much better with words than I was. A few more steps and I had her flat on her back on our hotel bed, showing her instead of talking myself into another corner.

The entire world ceased to exist whenever I was between her legs. She was a safe haven, a place I could weather any storm. After Nikki, I was convinced love was for saps. It was the last thing I wanted and sure as hell didn’t need it clogging up my life. I was sorely wrong.

Erin moaned in my mouth. “I like the way you apologize.”

My hand squeezed harder, blocking out the ping of another incoming text. I wondered if her hard nipple would taste as good as it felt. “Protect, serve, admit when I’m wrong. All in a day’s work.”

She giggled when I slid her shirt up.

I was moving her bra out of my way when Erin startled underneath me, peering over my shoulder in the direction of the noise.

Renewed frustration made me borderline homicidal. “Somebody has a death wish.”

I glared at the door, willing the interruption to go away. It didn’t take long for that second knock to sound.

Erin combed her fingers through my hair, groaning when I lifted off her. “You have my permission to shoot them.”

I pulled my shirt down over my aching cock, feeling it deflate after looking through the peephole. Fuck. How was I going to explain this one to Erin?

The pain in my ass knocked again.

“You going to answer it?” she murmured, straightening her shirt.

“Do I have to?”

Erin frowned and rolled up off the bed, curious.

I gripped the doorknob, stopping Erin in her tracks.

Melissa Werner’s instant sultry smile made my stomach roil. She eyed me up and down as if I were a feast or something. I should have just closed the door.