Risking It All (Kingston Brothers #4) - Isabel Lucero Page 0,54

in understanding.

Before we exit the hallway, we run into Sky.

“Oh hey, I was just coming to tell you I’m heading out.” His eyes move between me and Ali. “You gonna go with that girl or am I taking them both?” he asks with a grin, hoping I’m not interested.

“I’ll let you have her,” I tell him, smacking the side of his shoulder. “Have fun.”

Sky chuckles. “Oh, I will. I’m gonna use the bathroom first. You still wanna talk, right? I’m probably leaving the day after tomorrow.”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll meet up with you guys tomorrow.”

“Cool. Night, guys,” he says, heading toward the bathroom.

“What do you wanna do now?” I ask Ali.

He looks me up and down, and though his desire is obvious, I can tell he’s warring with himself. He wants me, but he’s still afraid. Afraid I’ll disappoint him. Lie to him. Leave him.

I can’t be mad about that. It’s my own fault, but it makes me want to prove him wrong.

“You said you haven’t been with any other guys.”

I nod. “It’s true.”

“Ever?”

I let loose a sigh as I scratch at my growing beard and shake my head. “You’re the only one.”

“You’re killing me,” he breathes. “Let’s go to your hotel. We need to get away from people.”

“Okay.”

In my hotel room, I kick off my shoes and empty my pockets, placing my wallet, phone, and keys on the table.

Ali stays near the door like he’s ready to flee at any second.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what’s going on between us. I feel like I never really have. I’ve just gone with the flow. Whatever you wanted, I was okay with, but there was never really clarity.” He toes off his shoes and slowly walks toward me. “I told myself not to get close to you again. You broke my heart before, and I swore I’d never try to be with a closeted person again. It’s too hard.” My eyes track his steps as he gets closer. “I don’t know what your plans are. I don’t know when you’re going to leave, or for how long it’s going to be. I don’t know if you’ll come out to the world or what it’ll even mean for us if you do. I don’t know almost anything except that I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody, and that I love you so much it hurts. So, I’m going to stop thinking about the future. I’m not going to worry about the what ifs. I’m going to enjoy this moment, because I can’t stand another second of not touching you.”

He’s stunned me silent, and though I have answers to some of the things he’s wondering about, now’s not the time to talk.

Ali grips the hem of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. As his fingers reach for the button and zipper of my jeans, I do the same to his. Our pants fall to the floor at the same time, and then I remove his shirt and add it to the pile of clothes.

I reach for the back of his neck and yank him forward, wanting his naked chest against mine. I let my tongue dance across his full bottom lip, and when he releases a sensual moan, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and get lost in his taste.

As things turn frantic, and my cock hardens against his, his body vibrates with the same urgent desire. He cups my ass, taking control of the kiss as his tongue slides over mine, then he pulls back slightly, giving him just enough space to stroke my erection through my boxers.

My cock jumps, eager to be in his hands, mouth, ass . . . anywhere he’ll let me. “Room. Now,” I say, tugging him behind me as I rush to get to the bed. “I made sure to be prepared this time.”

Ali smirks as he pushes his boxer-briefs down and reveals his amazing cock. He grabs the base of it and languidly strokes himself. “Good, because we have a lot of making up to do.”

A low, rumbling growl builds in my throat as I reach into the nightstand for the lube and box of twelve condoms I bought the other day. I toss them on the bed. “Is that enough?”

“Maybe.”

“So needy,” I say with a grin.

He lets go of his cock and approaches me, staring into my eyes as he shoves my boxers down. I kick them the rest of the way off, and reach