Chapter 33

THIRTY-THREE

Canyon

There are no words to describe how amazing it was watching Saylor on stage. In her element. One of the top supermodels in the world and when she'd come out, the first person she'd looked for was me. The rose was Ivan's idea—he's been dating a supermodel longer than I have—but I'm so glad I took his advice.

"Hi." She throws her arms around my neck, and my hands move to her hips.

"You're fucking stunning," I say. "Breathtaking. Watching you out there… it's so cool how you guys make it look easy."

"Our adoring fans are waiting," Alexa calls out. "Everyone please take a moment to do at least one interview each. Pretty please?"

"I'm on it," Chey calls out, heading for the ante room where the press is waiting.

"I guess you're not done yet," Canyon whispers to me.

"No, but you can come with me."

"Of course." I slide my arm around her waist as we walk into the media room. Flashbulbs and cameras start going off, and Saylor is immediately surrounded.

"Saylor, is it true you're retiring?" someone asks.

"What's next for you, Saylor?"

"I'm going to focus on my art gallery in Los Angeles."

"Are you and Canyon Marks dating?" someone else calls out.

"We are." Saylor smiles, pausing to look up at me.

"Is it serious?"

"He's here, isn't he?"

There are at least another dozen questions before Stevie comes into the room and they move on.

"Wow, that was intense," I say against her ear.

"It's part of the game." She grins. "A game I'm no longer playing. Are you ready to take off? I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise? What kind of surprise."

"Let's just say it's something I've been wearing all week. Just for you."

I'm confused for a second before it hits me.

"Oh, shit. Are you talking about…" I let my voice trail because there are too many people in the room for me to say something so personal.

"Yup." She gives me a mischievous grin and I lean over to kiss her.

"I can't wait to get you alone," I whisper.

"Me too."

"Don't forget!" Chey comes over to us, speaking softly. "Breakfast is at eight."

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Saylor demands, since she has no idea about the surprise.

"Because we're surprising Stevie with a welcome back breakfast, but the guys have to catch a flight, so we had to do it early. Now hush, and don't spoil the surprise."

"It's fine," I say quickly, since that was the story we'd come up with. "Come on, let's get out of here."

We make a quick exit, leaving the building hand-in-hand. A few paparazzi are lying in wait, but we just wave and get into the car we'd hired for the night.

"I've got champagne and lobster on the menu for a late dinner," I tell her.

"Ooooh. Champagne, lobster, and anal."

I laugh, pressing my lips to her. Her mouth opens and our tongues come together softly, playfully. We have all night and there won't be any interruptions for once.

I skim my fingers along her side, memorizing the lines of her body. She's beautiful, inside and out, and I know I'm a lucky man to have her. Love has never been my thing, but I'm willing to give it a try with this magnificent woman. The timing isn't the best, but it's not the worst either.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asks when we finally break apart.

"I did. All of you look so natural up there, even in high heels and practically blinded by all those lights. I have a lot of respect for what you do. It seems so superficial, but seeing it from the inside now, I realize it's a lot harder than it looks."

"Thank you for saying that. It is a lot of work. But tonight was more fun than usual. Partly because it was an Alexa show—and her shows aren't like other designers' shows—but also because of Stevie. We were determined to get her through it, so we all agreed to have fun, no matter what. And then Bailey threw herself into the mix, which was a distraction for Stevie because she was worried Bailey might fall. It just all came together perfectly."

"The friendship you ladies have reminds me of our group on the team. Me, Ivan, Gabe, Marty, Jensen, and even Connor. We've gotten tight this season, and it's been a long time since I've had friends like that. Maybe not ever. I've always been kind of a loner, but this happened organically, and I feel lucky."

"We're a good group," she says. "Especially you and me."

"That's for sure."

"How's Marty doing?"

I'd told her about the insanity with Phil last week.

"Not great. He's pissed. Hurt. Betrayed."

"Don't repeat this, but Harper wants to trade him."

"Good riddance to bad rubbish. He needs to be gone. No one liked him all that much before. Now he's persona non grata."

"It's hard to believe Brenna would cheat with one of Marty's teammates."

"Yeah, it's been a rough week. Video of the fight has been all over social media, and of course, people put two and two together. Marty figured it out because he saw a nude selfie she sent to Phil's phone, which he'd put on the table. Marty recognized her tattoo—he has a matching one. They got them on their honeymoon."

"Yikes. That's brutal. Especially since Harper said it's past the trade deadline."

"Yeah, so we're going to have to find a way for Phil and Marty to get through the playoffs without killing each other."

"You know what? I don't want to talk about them," she says.

"No." I run my thumb along her jawline. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't really want to talk."

* * *

Before I can kiss her again, we pull up to our hotel. It takes a few minutes to get out, walk through the lobby, go up in the elevator, and let ourselves into our suite. We're finally alone, and I have every intention of making this a night to remember. We have so little time together, and there are so many things I want to tell her.

But first, I have to touch her.

If the surprise is anal, I'm down with that, but it's not some kind of game changer. Being inside of her, in any capacity, is all I need.

I shrug out of my jacket and toss my tie to the side. My belt follows as I toe off my dress shoes and follow her into the bedroom. She's already half-naked, wearing nothing but a thong now, and she crooks a finger at me.

"Come get me," she whispers in a raspy voice.

"Were you wearing a plug during the show?" I ask with a smirk.

"I was."

"Damn, baby. That's hot."

"I've been hot and wet for days, waiting for you to get here."

I capture her lips with mine, taking her mouth with fervor.

She's been wet and aroused all week .

Waiting for me .

"Do we have lube?" I murmur.

"We do." She pauses and reaches for a bottle I didn't notice before.

"Hey." I pause, gently taking her chin between two of my fingers and turning her face toward mine. "You sure? We don't have to. I like it but your pussy works just fine for me."

"No. I mean, yes, I do want to. I can enjoy it if you're gentle and know what you're doing. And somehow, my gut tells me you do."

Fuck .

She really is the perfect woman.

Why this incredible woman decided to take a chance on me, I'll never know.

But she's naked now, her long, lean body spread out just for me.

I've been with a lot of women, but touching Saylor is different. She makes me wild with need and passion and greed. Like I can't get enough.

Our bodies move together easily, kissing and touching, stroking and caressing.

I love touching her. Her skin is smooth and silky, curves in all the right places. My thumb brushes her nipple, and it instantly hardens, a soft sigh escaping her. Is it wrong that I want to draw this out until she's panting and begging me for more?

I slip my fingers between her folds and find her drenched.

"You really want me to fuck your ass, don't you?" I murmur as I push two fingers inside of her.

"I do." She's breathless, as if she can't wait.

And I can't either.

I slowly pull out my fingers and bring them to my mouth, letting her watch me lick them clean.

"You taste so good," I whisper.

"Canyon…"

"You want a taste?" I don't wait for a response because her mouth is already open, licking and sucking what's left of her juices off my fingers.

It's so fucking hot.

I kiss my way down her stomach, licking a trail as I knead her inner thighs and hips. She's practically quaking with anticipation, amping up my own need. I don't know what's different about tonight, but it's like everything is turned up to eleven. How she looks sprawled out on the bed. How it feels to see physical evidence of how much she wants me. How excited I am to take our sex life to another level.

I see the small knob on the plug she's wearing and take a moment to tease her with it. I turn it a few times, then press on it. She moans, canting her hips up to give me better access.

Fuck.

Has anal always been this hot or is it just this particular woman?

I don't know and I don't care.

All I'm thinking about now is being inside of her.

I make sure I have a condom on and then gently pull out the plug. I use a liberal amount of lube on both my dick and the puckered little hole before pressing the head there. I'm on my knees in front of her, and while it's sometimes easier for the woman to be on her knees, ass up and face down, I want to look at her as we do this. I want to watch her come undone when I get her off.

Mostly, I want to be looking in her eyes as I fuck her ass, letting her know I'm the one giving her this pleasure.

"Canyon…"

"Ready?" I push forward, just the tip, letting her adjust.

Her eyes are closed, her face a little tight, so I use my thumb to circle her clit. Soft, slow arcs, up, down, and around, and she relaxes.

"That's my girl." I press in a little deeper.

"Oh, fuck." She pants a little.

"Too much?"

"No. As long as you keep touching my clit…"

I'm not planning to stop.

My cock slides in another inch, and then another, before I pull back a little.

"Breathe," I whisper. I use two fingers now, pinching her clit hard enough to distract her from the pressure in her ass. As she gasps from the unexpected pain, I thrust deep, bottoming out.

We groan at the same time.

"Jesus, you're tight." Now I'm the one panting.

This is brutally hot. Sensual. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

Just like her.

"Fuck me, Canyon," she whispers. "Please."

So I do.

I just don't know how long I can hold out.

Every time I bottom out, she whimpers and squeezes and wiggles, taking all of me while simultaneously giving me all of her. I can feel it. Surrender that goes beyond the physical. It's ethereal. Magical.

I press two fingers inside of her, searching for the spot that will take her where I need her to go, because I'm right on the verge myself.

"Look at me," I growl.

Her eyes flutter open.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" I grunt, thrusting deep into her ass and curving up my fingers in her pussy. "I need to see you cream on my fingers while I fuck your ass."

Her mouth opens in a silent cry and then she crashes over the edge.