Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(115)

Seeing the confusion on his face made my vision streak with red. Grade-A Asshole was going to get an earful, along with every other person on this floor who was trying to sleep. But I didn’t care. My sister’s honor was at stake. A small part of me noted the hypocrisy in my actions, but the inferno in me drowned that part out. “You are the biggest son of a bitch I have ever met!”

Being screeched at this early in the morning knocked the surprise off of Griffin’s face. Scowling, he yelled back, “What the f*ck’s wrong with you?”

Matt had been walking in front of Griffin, Evan behind him. They both took a step toward me when I lunged for Griffin. Maybe seeing that I was going to throttle the bassist, Evan held me in his arms. “My sister is going to have your baby any second, and you’re out screwing whores in bathrooms! I hope Anna finally wises up and kicks your ass to the curb!”

Griffin’s face clouded over. “Yeah, like Denny kicked yours?” he snarled.

“Griffin!” Kellan was standing bare-chested in our doorway. My screaming may have woken him up, but it was Griffin’s comment that had his blood pumping. His eyes were narrowed to icy pinpoints.

Griffin cast Kellan an annoyed, but cautious, glance. I took his moment of silence to shout back, “Minutes after Anna admits that she loves you, you find some cheap floozies to go down on you? What the hell’s wrong with you?”

I could feel Evan’s hands on my arms being replaced by Kellan’s, but I didn’t care. Kellan would have to gag me to shut me up at that point. Griffin stepped toward me, and the mood in the air shifted. Evan and Matt simultaneously put a hand on each of his arms, warning him to keep it together. Leaning into my face, Griffin yelled, “I didn’t do anything with either of those girls, okay? So back the f*ck off!”

Glaring, I spit out, “Right. And I’m supposed to believe that. I saw you.”

His mood changing again, Griffin sighed. Voice still agitated, but quieter than before, he told me, “Yeah, we started going at it. I had both girls primed, panties on the floor, dying to jump me, but all I could think about was Anna.” Raising his hands in the air, his voice picked up strength and volume. “I didn’t want to f*ck either of those girls because I’m in love with your f*cking sister! Are you happy now, bitch! I’m f*cking whipped . . . just like these other pussies.” He indicated his band mates.

My jaw dropped. I couldn’t even respond to that.

Someone else did respond, though. “You’re in love with me?”

Every head shifted to the open hotel room door that Anna was leaning against. The energy in the air shifted again as Griffin locked eyes with her. Matt and Evan released him as he whispered, “Yes.” Looking a little dejected, like he was admitting defeat, he muttered, “I’m in love with you, and I don’t want anybody else.” His brow furrowed, like he didn’t understand how random hookups had suddenly lost their appeal.

Smiling, Anna strode out into the hallway to stand in front of him. “I love you too, and I don’t want anybody else either.” Cupping his cheek, she added, “You’re enough for me.”

That seemed to make sense to Griffin, and he finally smiled like he was happy. “You’re enough for me too.”

Grabbing his hand, Anna started backing toward her room. “Good, then come be enough for me right now. I’m horny as hell.”

Griffin rushed up to her, grabbing her backside. “God, me too,” he murmured before their mouths met.

My stomach twisting for a completely different reason, I turned around to flee back inside my room. Kellan was still blocking my path, though. Regardless of the sort of romantic moment we’d just witnessed, his expression was irritated. “Hey, Griffin!” I looked over to see Griffin reluctantly pulling his mouth from Anna’s. Kellan’s arm wrapped around my waist as he told Griffin, “Don’t call my wife a bitch again.”

Griffin smirked at him, then turned back to Anna.

Kellan and I went back to bed after the happy couple’s breakthrough moment. Our slumber didn’t last long, though. Kellan had a series of radio interviews that he had to call in for, which Tory reminded him about by mercilessly banging on our door. “Phone calls in ten minutes, Kyle.”

Groggy and tired, Kellan sat up in our bed with slothlike speed. Scratching his chest, he kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck. Giggling, I reached up and tangled my fingers through his hair. I’d been too upset to be intimate with him earlier, but I felt content and peaceful right then, and it was a shame to let this luxurious bed go to waste. Ten minutes wasn’t a lot of time, but surely it was enough for a quickie.

As his lips worked their way up to my ear, I pulled his body down on top of mine. “Mornin’,” he husked.

Wrapping my legs around his legs, I ground my hips against him, determined to wake him all the way up; it didn’t take long. “Good morning,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. God, he felt good.

Kellan didn’t waste a second of his precious time; he pulled off my clothes while I pulled off his. When we were bare in each other’s arms, I figured we still had over nine minutes left. Kellan’s body was warm and soft, yet hard as steel as I clutched him to me. Enjoying our moment of freedom in our private suite, I held nothing back as his body sank inside of mine. The novelty of being completely alone with him had me climaxing at a minute and a half in. When Tory banged on his door at the five minute reminder, telling him she’d texted his interview itinerary to him, I cried out with my second release. When she came back around with her sixty second reminder, I experienced my third and Kellan finally allowed himself to join me.