They walked past the rental car. It was a wreck, and there was plunger shoved into the radiator cap. They walked past people picking up wooden slivers that once gave directions for parking. They walked past anxious crowds being interviewed by police and media alike, with no less diligence on the part of either set of interviewers.
Luke didn’t seem to even notice them. Dani bit her lip, anxious and unsure until they crossed the street and Dani saw their destination. In bright lights a giant hotel chain staked its claim on a monstrous building, the hotel affiliated with the convention center. Remembering the five dollars, she giggled, and grabbed his arm with her free hand and winced. The fall had hurt; it would leave a bruise, but she’d had much worse. A little moving around had cleared up the stiffness.
Something told her that she was going to get more exercise and very soon.
Luke remained silent until he got to the front counter. The man behind the counter looked at the frosting, blood, and sweat that covered them both and craned his neck to see beyond them, to the bright red and blue lights that flashed outside his door.
“Can... can I help you?” His eyes were a little wild, and his finger hovered over a spot on the counter where Dani guessed was a button that would alert security of a problem.
“Penthouse,” Luke said, pulling out his wallet. He dropped a card on the counter. While Dani had no idea what it was about the white Visa card that was so special, the man at the counter evidently did, because his attitude changed considerably the moment he picked it up.
“Very well, Mr. McConnell. We’ll have that for you right away.”
“You can call me William,” Luke said smoothly. “Everyone does.”
“Thank you, sir... er... William. Let me get those keycards for you. Can I offer someone to assist with your—” he faltered a little, eyes flicking over them, “luggage?”
“Just send up two bottles of the best Champagne you can find.” Luke looked at Dani, and she saw the tenderness come into his eyes. “Cancel that. We want sparkling water. Lobster, steak, whatever you have, and charge the lot.”
“Yes, sir.” The man’s eyebrows were practically climbing his forehead as he fought to maintain an obsequious tone. “Would there be anything else?”
“Do you have a cleaning service?”
“Yes, sir; they are open for another four hours.”
“I’ll have that ready for you when the food comes.”
“Yes, sir.” The man handed Luke two plastic keycards, and handed back the credit card with an almost reverential air. Dani fought an attack of the giggles.
Luke shot her a stern glance and led her to the elevators. As the doors closed, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her head up to look at him. “Stole your old man’s wallet?” She grinned.
“Yeah, checking in under a false ID, too.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. A government agent acting like this. Wait. How’d you get away with not showing ID?” Dani blinked.
“I did. I had it under the credit card. Picture ID, three of them. Each one swore I was Ben Franklin. He seemed to accept that.”
Dani stepped in front of him. “Marry me,” she said, and pressed her lips to his.
“Say the word.”
She sighed happily, and kissed him again, not caring that she was getting frosting everywhere. “One of these days you’re going to figure out that I’m not joking...”
The doors opened behind him and he grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted her against him. He carried her like that into the hall and set her down at the door marked PENTHOUSE. He swiped the card, and the door opened. He reached for her again and, laughing, Dani dodged out of his way and ducked.
Despite his shocked protestations, she lifted him into a fireman carry and walked into the room. This time it was Luke who laughed uncontrollably.
“I’m taking you up on that. Consider yourself carried over the threshold.”
“You and me,” he said, holding her head in his hands when his feet were on the floor again, “we’re going to need to talk about who’s in charge.”
“You talk,” she said, pulling off her shirt. “I’m about to have my mouth full.”
They dropped their clothing to the floor, leaving it in front of the door. The suite consisted of two bedrooms and a common sitting area. They each ran to one bedroom, naked, and met again at the doorways.
“Standard shower!” Dani reported after her own investigation.
“Glass doors, extra room, and three shower heads!” Luke said proudly.
“You win!” Dani laughed, and walked to him, swinging her hips with every step, arching her back just a little to display her breasts. It was cold enough in the room to feel her nipples harden. Speaking of hardening, she could tell the sort of effect she was having on him.
“It’s not like you built it,” she said, sliding into his arms. “You seem awfully...” She grabbed his growing member hard, “pleased with yourself.”
“Of course, I’m pleased with myself.” He grinned. “Look who I have all to myself. And she’s naked, too!”
Dani could feel herself blush. Damn if he didn’t always know just what to say to make her feel loved, and horny all the way down to her toes. She stroked him for a moment, just enjoying the way he moaned, the way he arched his neck.
Luke retreated, grabbing her hand, and led her into the bathroom he’d found. It was huge, a five-piece with a little sauna tucked into a corner. He hit the controls, and water sprang from both ends.
Luke looked at her, and with a grin and flourish he spun another knob and the water sprayed down from the ceiling of the shower as well. It was like a rainforest, if the rain came down slightly at an angle. And it was scalding hot.
They stepped in and he found the soap, fumbling with the packaging especially, as it had already gotten wet. Dani’s attempts to help only interfered, and left them both laughing. The hot water was heavenly as they lathered each other. She gasped as he ran his hands over her, from legs to ass to belly to back, to breasts and shoulders, coming to rest on her chin. He held her face and kissed her deeply, passionately. His thick cock pressed against her as she moved into his arms, and she moaned a little, feeling the answering need deep within her.
“I want that,” she whispered, sliding her body against his, one leg hooking around his hip, and rising on her toes to press him there, where the ache was greatest.
“Such a dirty girl... I suspect you need more soap.”