Kyle is emptying his mail box when I walk into the building on Wednesday night, struggling with my backpack. âFancy meeting you here.â
He chuckles as he reaches for the strap. âIt looks like youâre carrying a dozen textbooks. Here, let me help you.â
Normally Iâd decline the offer, but Iâm too tired and itâs too heavy.
He grunts under the weight. âGod, I donât miss these days.â
âTrust me, I canât wait until itâs over.â
He presses the button for the elevator. âItâs been four years since I graduated and I still sometimes wake up in a panic, thinking Iâm late for an exam.â
Four years. That would make him around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, if I had to guess. Not that much older than me.
âSo, when do you write?â
âNext Wednesday.â
Kyle hits the button for the fourth floor. But not the one for the second floor, I notice. âAre you ready?â
âI donât know. Honestly. I work full time, I just broke up with my boyfriend, Iâve beenâ¦â Fucking my roommate, every single night. âThe last couple weeks have been distracting.â
The elevator doors open onto the fourth floor. Kyle holds the door for me and then steps out behind me. I reach for my backpack but heâs already moving around me and down the hall. âThis way, right?â
âYeah.â
âWell, if youâre free on Friday night, you could come over. Iâll help you study. We could order in Thai or something.â
âActually, my roommates are having a goodbye party on Friday night.â That I have no interest in being around for. âCan I let you know?â I peer up into kind, blue eyes.
âSure. Iâll be home all night.â
I collect my bag from him. âThanks for carrying this.â
He grins and I catch a glimpse of his deep dimples. âMaybe Iâll see you Friday.â
I watch him walk back to the elevator. Did Kyle just ask me out on a date? I think he might have.
Iâm smiling as I walk into our condo. Ronanâs in the kitchen, hovering in front of the open fridge, shirtless, the view of his back mesmerizing.
He turns to me. âWhatâs that smile for? Good night in class?â
âKind of.â I drop my bag on the ground, exhausted. âWhereâs Connor?â
âA concert.â
That guy and his concerts. I frown. âAre you eating my yogurt?â
Ronan licks the spoon. âYup. Itâs my second one.â
âWhy?â
He shrugs. âI was hungry. And bored.â
âYou shithead!â
âWhat are you gonna do about it?â he taunts, his eyes roving over me.
Oh my God, this guy is a machine. Iâve never had so much sex in my life. Every single night, sometimes twice. Thereâs no denying him either, not that Iâd want to.
Still, I toy with him. I pretend that I have the willpower to say no. It lasts all of ten seconds. As soon as his lips are on me, Iâm a goner.
âNothing. Iâm going to sleep.â I bolt for my room with a shriek, making it all the way to my door before his arms rope around my waist and Iâm laughing hysterically. âPut me down!â
He tosses me onto my bed and yanks my shoes and socks off, followed by my pants, then my panties. I help him by tugging my own shirt off and unfastening my bra. In seconds, Iâm lying naked in front of him. Waiting.
He pauses to peer down at me, his gaze softening for a moment. âYou know, Iâm gonna miss you.â
I smile up at him. âIâm gonna miss you, too.â Maybe with a bit more time together, Iâd consider him a real friend.
He drops his pantsâheâs not even wearing briefs tonight. âHow do you want it tonight?â
âWell, seeing as you ate my food, itâs only fairâ¦.â I stretch my legs wide.
With a grin, he drops to his knees.
~ ~ ~ ~
âDid you hear?â Jean hisses, startling me in my cube.
I sigh. What will todayâs gossip be? âI doubt it.â
âHenry Wolf is in Miami.â Her onyx eyes dance with excitement.
That piques my interest. Henry Wolf, acting CEO of Wolf Hotels, who will one day officially take over the luxury hotel chain from his father, is like a celebrity to most Wolf employees, and the source of a lot of racy gossip. Iâve only seen pictures of him, but the man could easily grace a most beautiful people magazine cover. No wonder Iâve sensed a strange buzz around the office today.
Every female is in heat.
And from what Iâve heard, thatâs exactly the way he likes it.
Regardless, Iâve always wanted to see him in person, to see what all the hype is.
âTheyâre in the Pacific, having some big meeting, but Darian said they just called her to arrange for a car to take them to lunch, off site, for noon.â
I glance at my watch. Thatâs in five minutes.
Jean grins. âFeel like a walk to the lobby?â
I lock my computer and grab my lunch bag.
~ ~ ~ ~
âTheyâre saying itâs going to be one of the nicest Wolf locations in the world,â Darian gushes. The tall, willowy brunette is a popular concierge. Thereâs usually a circle of businessmen around her desk.
âThatâs what I keep hearing, too,â Jean says. âPlane rides and tours to see grizzly bears. And the scenery alone, with all the mountains and lakes and wilderness!â
Iâve seen the pictures and I already know itâs going to be an incredible place. Had I not been in school, maybe I would have considered applying. Then again, I donât know if I could handle the living conditions. âThe staff are all in cabins. Like six people to each, or something like that.â
Darian and Jean both look at me with blank expressions.
âAbsolutely privacy?â
âOh, yeah,â Jean agrees. Her eyes widen. âI donât know how Connor and Ronan are going to handle that.â
âSomething tells me they wonât care one way or another,â I answer dryly. A prickle of jealousy sparks in my chest. I quickly chase it away. I donât want to date Ronan, I remind myself. Itâs just⦠I guess I donât want to think about him with someone else, either. Not just yet. Iâve selfishly enjoyed him too much. Iâve barely thought of David.
That Connor hasnât caught us is mind-boggling. Iâm beginning to question my brotherâs intelligence. He confronted Ronan about Vera the other day. Ronan said nothing, merely smiling and letting Connor come to his own conclusions. Thankfully those conclusions havenât included Ronan and me together.
But our fun is coming to an end. He leaves for Alaska Saturday morning, and tomorrowâs the party.
âYou know, youâre going to miss them when theyâre gone. I donât care what you say,â Jean says.
âI know.â Iâll even miss my big, dumb brother. But itâs also for the best, because I canât concentrate on anything when Ronanâs around. Iâm going to fail my exams if I canât clear my head.
âThere he is!â Darian suddenly hisses.
All three of usâand pretty much every other female in the lobbyâzone in on the five-man conglomerate that strides out of the elevator, heading for us.
Speaking of not being able to concentrateâ¦.
Iâm not one to openly fawn, and yet thereâs no ignoring Henry Wolf. Not his piercing blue gaze, or his sharp, angular features, or his dark, thick hair, styled in sexy waves. I watch the way his muscular body moves smoothly, how his tailored suit falls perfectly with each step as he approaches, preoccupied with conversation.
Iâm mesmerized.
âWhatâs with the beard?â Jean whispers. âIs he going lumberjack for Alaska?â
Darian giggles. âI heard heâs going to be up there a lot. The hotel is his pet project.â
Henry Wolfâs eyes slide over Jean and me before moving on to Darian. My face instantly flushes.
âI believe thereâs a car for us?â he says, smoothly. Beneath that scruff, I can make out a set of plump lips. If rumor is correct, those are reserved for Victoriaâs Secret models and other gorgeous celebrities, not lowly Wolf staff members.
Darian glances over her shoulder to check the carport. A doorman waves at her. âYes, Mr. Wolf. Just this way.â She smiles wide at him. He meets it with a cool, polite smile of his own.
âLead the way then, please.â He and the other men follow Darian out without so much as a glance our way.
Jean sighs. âWhat I would do for a night with that.â
âAre you cheating on Connor, Jean?â I tease as we head toward the doors to the staff area.
âConnor doesnât even know I exist, and you wonât help me,â she mutters sullenly.
âMy brother doesnât do relationships, and Iâm not going to be his pimp.â
âBut do you think I could come to that going-away party tomorrow night?â
I frown. âHow do you know about that?â
â
knows about that.â
I roll my eyes. âYou donât belong at that party.
donât belong at that party.â
âWhy not? Whatâs going to happen there?â
âThe last time Connor threw a get-together, I came home to a naked girl stretched out across the kitchen island and people doing body shots off her. Off part of her.â I give her a knowing stare.
Jeanâs face pales. âOn second thought, I think Iâll stay away.â
~ ~ ~ ~
I come home to a living room littered with shopping bags.
âDid you realize how cold it is in Alaska?â Connor exclaims, holding up a fleece sweater. âEven in summer?â
âI had an idea, yes. I guess youâre packing?â
âWonât have time tomorrow, and we leave early Saturday.â He stuffs the sweater into his duffle bag. âSo, Iâve written down a bunch of things that I need you to do. Bills to pay, that kind of stuff.â
âConnor, I do that stuff 75 percent of the time now.â
He shrugs. âFigured it canât hurt to have a list.â
âYouâre right. Thanks.â Grabbing a water from the fridge, I turn to head for my room. Ronan must be packing in his room.
âOh hey, some guy came by, looking for you.â
I frown.
âHis name was Kyle, I think?â
Oh.
âHe said something about helping you study for your exam tomorrow night. Â He thought you might have forgotten where he lived. Ronan got his number for you. Left it in your room.â
Shit.
Connor drops a heap of socks into his bag. âIâm glad to see youâre moving on.â
âHeâs just helping me study for my Economics exam.â
Connor smirks. âUh-huh. Well, smart move to be out of here tomorrow because this party is gonna be off the rails!â
I roll my eyes. âIf anyone goes into my roomââ
âNo oneâs going in your room. Ronan put a lock on it after work today.â
I peer down the hall to my door. Sure enough, thereâs a shiny new handle with a key sitting inside. âOh, thanks,â I murmur.
âHe seemed like a decent enough guy. A hundred times better than douche bag.â
âI guess weâll see. Have fun packing.â I hesitate. âRonanâs in his room?â
âHe had a few last-minute things to pick up at the store. Everythingâs so expensive in Homer, weâre better off flying up with it.â
I wander down the hall, stealing a glimpse into Ronanâs room to see his black duffle bag packed and sitting on the floor beside his bed. Unexpected sadness fills my heart. Heâs only been here two weeks, I was a bitch to him for half that time, and yet Iâm going to miss him terribly.
With a sigh, I head into my room.
Kyleâs phone number is exactly where Connor said it would be. I recognize Ronanâs neat scrawl.
~ ~ ~ ~
Ronan slips into my room at midnight and into my bed.
âHey.â
His warm hand slides around my waist to my back. He pulls me closer until weâre both lying on our sides, our chests pressed against each other. We stay like that, quiet, for a long moment, before he leans in to kiss me. âHey.â
âYou ready for Alaska?â
âFuckâ¦.â He rolls onto his back with a chuckle. âI still donât know why Iâm going.â
âBecause my brother lured you there with tales of beautiful, loose women?â
He stretches an arm out and fits it under my head. He pulls me in to rest on his chest. âHow did you know?â
âWild guess.â
I hear his hard swallow in the night. âDoes that bother you?â
âMaybe a little bit? But we knew what this was when we started, right?â
âRight.â He skates a finger across my cheek. âSo, Kyle.â
âYeah. Kyle.â
âCould there be something there?â
âNah.â
He sighs. âRyan.â
âWhat?â
âIâve just spent the last week fucking you in every position I know, plus a few I didnât. I can read your body language. And your bullshit.â
I smile sheepishly, even though he canât see it. âI met him in the elevator last night. He wanted to get together. He offered to help me study.â
âIs that what the kids are calling it these days,â Ronan says dryly.
âShut up. He was an economics major. I think he actually means to help.â Partly, anyway.
âIâm just kidding. I think itâs great.â
âDoes it bother you?â I echo his earlier question.
âMaybe a little bit,â Ronan admits softly, sending a thrill through my body. Whatever Iâm feeling for him must be mutual. âBut he seems like a good guy. And I like the idea that youâll know someone in the building.â His fingertips skate over my bare shoulder. âYou two have things in common.â
. âI think we do.â
âYou should go and see him tomorrow night. Youâre not gonna have any fun here. Itâll only make you angry, and I donât want to leave with you being angry.â
âThat would mean that tonightâs our last night.â
He slides one of my nightgown straps down. âYouâre right. It would.â
I close my eyes and inhale the scent of Ronan. Itâs odd, how addicted Iâve become to his body. âIâm going to miss you.â
âAnd Iâll miss you. But then you and this Kyle guy will hook up and youâll miss me less.â
âAnd you will hook up with half the women in Alaska, and miss me less,â I tease.
âAnd Connor will take the other half.â
âAnd then youâll swap.â
âProbably.â Ronan flinches as I smack him, but he chuckles softly, the deep melody of it comforting to my heart.
âThank you, Ronan. I canât believe Iâm saying this, but Iâm happy you moved in.â Iâm not even sure I actually loved David, after all. How could I have gotten over him so quickly if I did? But I seem to have, because every time I picture myself lying in bed with someone, itâs Ronan whoâs next to me.
âSo am I.â He hesitates. âI still love her and miss her like crazy, but youâve made it easier for me. Thank you.â He presses a kiss against my forehead.
âYou know, youâre a decent guy. In your own twisted way.â
âYeah, I hope you still feel that way after tomorrow night. I donât know what your brother has planned, but I can tell heâs up to something.â
I groan. âMaybe Iâll stay at a friendâs house.â While I know Ronan will be with other women at some point and soon, I donât want to bear witness to it.
I hear him reaching into my nightstand, where he tucked several condoms away. âOne more time, for shits and giggles?â
I straddle his hips this time and close my eyes, reveling the feel of my sinful Wolf crew guy as he sinks deep inside me one last time.