I storm over to her and lean over to whisper, “If you don’t want me to spank your gorgeous ass in front of our visitors, head back in that room and put on some fucking clothes.”
A light red blush starts on the tops of her bountiful tits and moves up her neck. She gives an adorable squeak and turns to slam the door in my face.
I groan as my cock bursts to life in the loose fucking sweatpants. Without underwear to corral the bastard, I take several deep breaths trying to contain the show before turning back to my friends.
“By the way,” Bender sits back and grabs the television remote, making himself at home, “the coffee was made with Silver Spoon Falls water.”
Like I need another goddamn reminder the town has special water. I silently thank the town’s water or karma or whatever it is that brought Adalynn into my life.
CHAPTERFOUR
ADALYNN
It’s official. I have to move to Bolivia. The sheriff and one of the most popular rockstars ever, who also happens to be my boss, basically just saw my boobs. And they heard Razor threaten to spank me.
I press my hands to my overheated cheeks, groaning to myself as his threat replays in my mind. The thought of his hand on my ass is far too appealing. Which is proof that it’s way too early in the morning. Or maybe not early enough. I don’t know!
All I know is that he’s wearing those gray sweatpants and that ridiculous shirt again, and I’m beginning to think maybe he should keep wearing them indefinitely. Especially first thing in the morning.
I need coffee. And more sleep. I barely got any of that last night. Not after I heard Razor on the other side of the wall, groaning my name. I may be a virgin, but I’m not an idiot. I know what that means. As soon as I heard that gritty sound of pleasure through the wall, my entire body erupted in flames.
I didn’t mean to touch myself, but I did it anyway. I pretended it was his hand between my thighs, sliding through my folds. He was the one circling my clit. He wasn’t on the other side of the wall, but in my bed with me, making me come.
I stifled my moans with the pillow as the orgasm took me. But not even the release took away the ache. I tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable. I should have been thinking about my stalker. That’s what any rational woman would be thinking about.
But all I could think about was Razor.
His caveman ways are turning my brain to mush.
“Get it together,” I coach myself, stomping toward the antique chair set up in the corner to grab my bag on the way to the en-suite bathroom. I groan again when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed with color, my eyes wide and dilated. I look like I spent the night in his bed.
Oh my gosh. The sheriff and Bender probably think I’m sleeping with him.
And what if they do?I hear Leia’s voice in my head.It’s not their business. You’re a grown woman.
Crap. Leia. My sisters are going to flip out when they find out I have a stalker. So is Garrett. It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t force me to move in with him as soon as he finds out. Thank God he's out of town right now at a football camp. If he were here, he and Razor would probably be fighting over which of them I was staying with.
I'm pretty sure Garrett would lose it simply because I want to be right here with Razor.
I quickly brush my teeth, throw my hair up into a high pony, and then slip on a maroon midi-dress I bought yesterday. Roger may think I have terrible fashion sense, but I think I look good in it. Not like an old lady at all.
Taking a final glance in the mirror, I head back out into the living room of Razor’s suite to see what the sheriff found out. The three of them are grouped up in the middle of the room, their backs to me.
Razor is tense, his fists clenched. It might be my imagination, but I think he’s growling.
“I suggest she stays with you until we catch whoever is behind this,” the sheriff says.
“Did he pay you to say that?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
They all turn to look at me.
“Jesus,” Razor rumbles, his hot gaze raking down my body. He stomps across the room toward me, far too sexy to be real. And yet, when he pulls me into his arms, I know this is all too real. Razor Freaking Montgomery, as Gemma says, is nuzzling his face into my throat right now. “That dress is missing about nine inches, pretty baby.”
“What? No, it isn’t.”
“Trust me,” he growls, nipping my ear. “It’s missing nine inches.”
He presses his hips into me, and I feel his… Oh.Oh!