TV hanging on the wall in here, too, across from his bed, which is huge. A gorgeous dark wood frame, which I imagine cost a fortune, is made up with dark gray bedding. So many pillows that I can’t even count them.
“That’s a lot of pillows,” I comment.
“I like my comfort.”
“You know, this might just be the biggest bed that I’ve ever seen in my life.” I walk over to it, brushing my hand over the soft bedding.
“I’m a big guy. I need a big bed. It’s comfy as fuck too,” he says.
Then, the next thing I know, he’s tackling me down on it.
“Ah!” I laugh as we both land on the bed with a soft thud.
West rolls over on top of me. I stare up at him, him grinning down at me, and I run my hands through his hair.
“If you wanted me on your bed, you only had to ask.”
“I thought that would be more fun.”
I smile. “It was.”
He presses a kiss to my inner wrist. “You look good on my bed.”
“You look good up there.”
“I feel good up here.”
He leans down and brushes his lips over mine, kissing me, making me shiver. He slides his tongue into my mouth, making me moan.
And then my stomach rumbles loudly.
West chuckles into my mouth. “Hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“True.” He pulls back and shifts to his side, so he’s lying beside me on the bed. “Wanna order in and chill out here? Or go out to eat?”
“Order in, please,” I say, and then a yawn escapes me.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am, too, to be honest. The time zone difference messes with your body. How about we order food? Chinese sound good?”
“Perfect.”
“Then, we can shower while we wait for it to arrive. Together, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Just doing my bit for the environment, trying to save water.”
“You’re too good for this world.”
He gives a what can you do shrug, and I can’t help but laugh.
“After we’re done saving water, we can eat Chinese in bed and watch a movie, if you want. And then fuck, if you’re not too tired,” I suggest.
“I’m never too tired to do that with you.”
“Talking of doing that with me, I have a question.”
“Will I want to answer it?” He smirks.
“I hope so.”
“Okay, hit me with it.”
“So, I know on the island, we were exclusively sleeping together. But now that we’re here—and I know this is an extended trip for me and this is your home—and with us not using condoms since the desert island trip, I just want to know … if … you know …”
His fingers take hold of my chin, and he turns my head to him and stares into my eyes. “I’m only having sex with you. No one else.”
“You said sex again. Not fucking.” I grin.
He gives me a serious look. “I’m only fucking you, Double D.” Then, he presses a kiss to my lips. “And the same goes for you. It’s only my dick that you get to play with.”
“You mean, I came all the way here, and I only get to have sex with you when there are all these gorgeous American men to be had? Bummer.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him, and he playfully narrows his eyes.
“Need me to remind you what my dick can do to you?”
“Maybe … I mean, it was a long flight here. I might have forgotten.”
His hand goes to his zipper, and he tugs it down. “Well then, let me give you a recap.”
twenty-four
Dillon
West has a few days before he has to go back training, so he’s taking me out to do some sightseeing. He asked if there was anything specific that I wanted to do, but considering I don’t know much about Baltimore, I wasn’t sure, so I said I’d leave it up to him.
We’re in his car, which is a black Range Rover, destination unknown. He said he wanted to surprise me. He’s wearing a ball cap. I have a feeling he wears a ball cap a lot when he’s out. I’m not sure I like it. I can’t see his hair, and I happen to really like his hair.
His Secret Service guards are following us in a black car. It’s weird, having people following you and guarding you. Not that they’re guarding me, but I’d like to think that if some wacko with a gun tried to shoot me, they’d do something about it.
It’s kind of cool if you think about it. First time in America, and I have government security. Well, West’s security, but