Blind Attraction (9 page)

Mitch tipped the waiter and showed him to the door. His stomach growled. He was starving, not only for food, but for his voracious hunger for Alana. As he walked into the bedroom, she shuffled from the bathroom, her hands up while she took cautious steps.

“There’s nothing in front of you. If you take three small steps forward, you’ll hit the mattress.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

He stared at her as she approached the bed. She looked perfect in his clothes, casual with her long hair resting over her shoulders and damn sexy with the way the oversized shirt hung from her breasts. He’d never get the picture out of his head. Or be able to pull his boxers on again without thinking of her.

“Something smells nice.”

His inner slut replied
it’s you,
but instead of voicing the flirtation, he said, “I hope you’re hungry. I think I ordered enough to feed a football team.”

She strolled along her side of the mattress and sat when she reached her pillow. “I can’t believe how quick it came. I’ve only stayed at a few hotels, but whenever I’ve ordered room service, it took forever.”

“Yeah. Another perk of the celebrity lifestyle. People usually go out of their way to make you happy.” He pushed the trolley closer to the bed and sat in front of her. One by one he placed the plates on the bed and removed their lids. When he glanced up at her, a deep frown etched her brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Umm,” she rubbed the back of her neck. “Just trying to figure out how I’m going to eat.”

Score one for Mitch Davies. “I’ll feed you.”

She cringed and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

“What?” He chuckled. “Being hand fed by my skillful fingers isn’t appealing?” He’d been referring to his guitar skills, but the heat in Alana’s cheeks implied she took his statement another way.

“As much as I like to be completely dependent on a total stranger, who happens to be extremely wealthy and famous, no, I’m not looking forward to being baby fed.” She lifted her gaze from the quilt cover and stared straight through him. “I can think of much better ways to embarrass myself.”

He grabbed a pancake off the nearest plate, tore a bite-sized piece off and held it in front of her lips. Her eyes closed and she released a soft moan.

“Those smell divine.” She licked her lips and he placed the pancake against her mouth. With ladylike politeness, she opened slightly and allowed him to feed her.

He watched her chew and had to swallow over the lump in his throat. She had the sexiest lips, both full and made for pleasure. He couldn’t pull his gaze away. Needing a distraction, he grabbed a piece of bacon from one of the plates and put it in his mouth. Not even the salty goodness made his mind wander.

Moving to his knees, he shuffled toward her, letting their legs brush when he sat. He needed to taste her, one last time to get her out of his system. Then he would eat.

He leaned into her, and she tilted her head toward him, sensing his approach. He dismissed the soft and slow advance, his hunger too strong, and went straight in to lick the sweetness from her lips. She jerked in surprise, her hands coming to land on his shoulders. He forced his way into her mouth, stroked his tongue against hers, and breathed in her feminine mewls. She yielded to his strength, kissing him back with soft licks that made his cock hard as stone. He cupped the back of her neck and leaned further into her, the soft flesh of her breasts rubbing against his chest. The ache to be inside her grew, the pressure on his balls becoming insistent.

“Thought I could smell food.” The bed bounced with Blake’s weight.

Mitch broke the kiss and growled. “Great timing, bro.”

Blake bit off a large piece of bacon and chewed. “We discussed this last night. If you leave the door open, I’m going to invite myself to the party,” he finished with a wink.

Mitch frowned, feigning a stern expression as he struggled not to chuckle.

“Just remember that the next time you two want to get funky.” Blake continued. “If the door isn’t shut, I’ll be taking it as an open invitation to join the festivities.”

Alana’s jaw gaped, and he gave a warning shake of his head to Blake, who frowned back in confusion.

“He’s joking, Allie.” Mitch placed his hand on hers and gave a squeeze.

She kept her gaze downcast and smiled. “Morning, Blake.”

“Morning, sweet cheeks,” he said around another bite of bacon.

Her dimples came out in a gorgeous show of angelic perfection and Mitch shot Blake a glare. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Than eat?” Blake raised a brow. “Nope. I don’t have any plans until the interview later. So, I’m all yours.”

Interview? “Shit! I completely forgot about the radio station. What time do we have to be there?”

“Four-thirty.”

Fuck. He’d planned to spend the day in the suite seducing Alana. He didn’t want to place her out of her comfort zone, and he couldn’t leave her here to fend for herself either.

Her gaze lifted to focus straight past him in concern.

“It’s fine.” He gave her hand another squeeze. “I’ll work something out. They don’t need me anyway. The focus is usually on Mason.”

“No.” She shook her head with a frown. “You’re not missing out on an interview because of me.”

“I’ll stay back and look after her.” Blake smirked at him. “You’re the important lead guitarist, remember. I’m sure I can find something we can both do to pass the time.”

Mitch clenched his jaw. Why the hell was Blake pushing him?

“I’d be happy to do that, as long as you don’t have to be there, Blake.” Alana held her head high and Mitch’s heart plummeted to the base of his stomach. Had she turned into a groupie already? Did she now want to see what Blake had to offer? “I think I’d be comfortable staying here with him.”

Her eyes focused closer to his face and her lips tilted up in a grin. “You said he was gay, right?”

Blake choked and held his hand to his mouth while he reached for a glass of juice from the trolley. Mitch’s veins flooded with relief and he threw his head back and laughed. His girl was a little tease.

“You told her I was gay?” Blake blurted.

“No, he didn’t.” Alana’s dimples deepened with her widening smile. “I was just trying to put you back in your place.”

Mitch’s laughter grew, echoing off the walls. Blake sat in silence, blinking at him with a gaping mouth. His girl was a tease,
and
a hard ass. He leaned over, placed a kiss on her cheek, and gave a cocky wink back to Blake.

“Right. I guess there’s always a first for everything. I can’t remember a groupie ever knocking back a three-way—”

“She isn’t a groupie,” Mitch growled, and the temperature in the room dropped. What was up with Blake? He wasn’t usually a trouble maker and yet he wouldn’t quit with the comebacks this morning.

“I think that’s my queue to leave.” Blake grabbed a pancake and began to lift off the bed.

“No!” Alana shook her head. Her brow furrowed and she reached out to stay him. “I was only joking. Please don’t go.”

Mitch stared at where her hand lay on Blake’s crotch and appreciated that his friend didn’t comment.

“Please tell me I don’t have my hand some place inappropriate.” Alana’s voice broke.

“You wouldn’t be the first woman we’ve shared, if that’s what you’re after,” Blake purred.

She yanked her hand back and snapped her eyes shut as she tilted her face away. “Excuse me for a minute.” She scooted from the bed and felt her way along the mattress.

“Alana, wait.”

She shook her head, the color now drained from her face. The women they were accustomed to would’ve loved the threesome invitation. Yet her hands shook when they reached for the wall.

He went after her, but the bathroom door closed before he got there.

“Is she OK?” Blake asked in concern.

Mitch had no idea. He wasn’t used to women like Alana, fragile and unpredictable. He’d grown to loathe the easy females who found a way to their hotel suites, but at least he knew what to expect from them.

“I don’t know. She’s been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours.” He stood at the bathroom door and knocked softly.

“Just give me a minute,” her voice wavered.

Instead of waiting, he turned the handle, giving her time to protest if she was using the facilities. When nothing came, he pushed the door open and went inside, closing it behind him. She sat on the counter, in the same position he’d pleasured her earlier. He tried to clear the image from his mind, to concentrate on the here and now, but he couldn’t dislodge the vision of her back arched in delight or her lips wide as she panted in release.

She sat in silence, her legs dangling above the floor, her hands gripping the edge. There were no tears, yet her eyes held undeniable sadness.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and kept her lips clamped shut.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think Blake minded that you grabbed his Johnson.” He stepped closer, moving between her legs.

She let out a defeated laugh, but didn’t speak.

He wiped the stray hair from her face. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know… Everything. Anything. I’m out of my element. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m sick of trying.”

“Trying?” He peered into her eyes and wished he could read her thoughts.

“I’m trying not to be anxious and apprehensive. I’m trying not to feel vulnerable and needy. And I’m trying damn hard not to be a burden, but I can’t see a thing, and I don’t want to annoy you.” She wiped her hands over her face and looked in his direction. “But most of all, I’m trying to appear indifferent and act like every second with you doesn’t scare the hell out of me.”

His breath caught in his throat, and he wiped away the lone tear paving a glistening trail down her cheek.

“I’m not used to this, Mitchell. I’m not like you. I’m probably not like anyone you’ve ever met. My life is different…solitary.” Her gaze fell and she hung her head. “I think I should call Kate to come and get me.”

He clutched her to his chest and hushed her words, trying to calm her down. He’d find out what she meant later. Right now he had to stop her thoughts of leaving.

“Do you really want to go?”

Silence.

He placed a finger under her chin and peered into her unfocused eyes.

“Allie?”

She shook her head and swallowed. “No.”

A flicker of hope ignited in his chest, one he’d never experienced before. He held her close for long, silent moments, enjoying the smell of her hair and the pliancy of her body.

“I don’t even have clothes to wear. Or a tooth brush.” She sighed and relaxed into him. “I’m used to taking care of myself. I don’t like being dependent on anyone, especially you.”

He pushed back, gripping her shoulders. “Especially me?”

“You’re famous, and I’m a no-name country girl with issues beyond your imagination. You don’t need me here wasting your time.”

“And what if I
want
you here? What if I enjoy having you around?”

Her gaze dropped. “Like I said, I’m different. You’re used to spending time with women and forgetting about them the moment you leave. It won’t be the same for me. If I stay, I’ll become attached, and that’s the last thing we both want.”

Having a permanent woman in his life had never been an option or a preference. Right now though, he wanted nothing more than to spend a few more days with Alana. Her hand reached up to lightly stroke his chest, her fingers outlining the different rows of muscles in his pecs and stomach.

Mitch mimicked the simple way her fingers traced around his body, doing the same to her legs. “Why do you keep saying you’re different? You seem normal to me.”

She let out a derisive laugh. “I’ve been cocooned from the world for most of my life.” She spoke slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. “My mother has issues from her past and hasn’t been able to overcome them.” Her fingers dipped to his waist, teasing his hips, making his cock pulse. “She wanted her own world, so I suppose she kind of created one.”

He trailed his fingers higher, to the tops of her thighs. “And this makes you different how? Lots of people live on farms and rarely get to socialize.” His hands dipped between her thighs, spreading them further apart and she sucked in a breath.

She let her head fall to his chest and slowly exhaled. “You’re the fourth man to ever touch me.” Her voice was a whisper. “Ever.”

He paused, waiting for an explanation.

“And I’m not just talking about sexually.”

He stopped breathing.

“There’s been no uncles to play football with, no cousins to chase around the yard, no teachers or coaches to tap me on the shoulder for a job well done. You’re the fourth, Mitchell, and the only man that has ever given me pleasure.”

His heartbeat echoed in his ears, loud enough for the world to hear. He didn’t understand. She had flawless beauty, a natural allure which didn’t need make-up or fancy clothes. Shit, even sleep deprived and dressed in his baggy T-shirt, she still made him harder than set cement. And yet he was the first man to bring her pleasure? “I don’t get it.”

She slid her hands around his waist, and drew patterns with her fingers on his lower back. “My mother used to live here in Richmond, that’s how I know Kate. Our moms grew up together. And when my mom was in her early twenties she was...” Her fingers paused. “She was attacked by a man.”

Mitch removed his hands from her legs, a sudden wash of disgust pouring over him. He ran his arms around her back and held her close, wishing he could take away her pain.

“After it happened, she couldn’t live here anymore and moved to Colorado. She purchased a property with my late grandparent’s money and set up a type of retreat for women recovering from abuse.” Allie hugged him back, resting her cheek against his heart. “Apart from the occasional trip into the city, I haven’t been around other men at all.”

His mind spun. “What about...” He had so many questions and didn’t know where to start. “You said I was the fourth. Who were the others?”

“Experiments.” She chuckled against his chest, and he winced at the sting of jealousy. “By the time I turned twenty-one, I had a lot of questions I wanted answered. Against my mother’s wishes, I went into Colorado Springs a few times and searched for what I thought I was looking for.” She shrugged. “Turns out those men lacked your finesse.”