Vegas, Baby : Volume 1, page 10
“Ahh, such a good girl,” he rasped as his fingers trailed up my thigh to stroke the edges of my bare pussy. “This is part of why it drives me crazy when other men look at you. They see how gorgeous you are, and it makes them want you. But they have no idea that your looks aren’t even the best part of you. You’re the whole damn package. You’re also smart and so damn sweet it makes me want to eat you up.”
I’d barely remembered the rest of his little speech because the last part had me enthralled. “Eat me up?” I echoed softly.
His tongue swept across his bottom lip, and his dark eyes heated. “Oh, yeah.”
“An orgasm sounds like the perfect way to make up for your little mistake earlier.” I wasn’t mad at him anymore, but I also wasn’t stupid. There was no way I was going to give up the chance to have his fingers and mouth on me. He was just so damn good with them.
He shifted closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Great minds think alike because that’s what I had planned.”
As he swept my hair to the side, his fingers stayed under my skirt and stroked lightly through my wetness. I shivered when he kissed down my neck to the spot where it met my shoulder and bit down just hard enough to leave a mark behind. I moaned and tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His hand slid higher and pushed at the hem of my skirt. I lifted off the seat so he could he could shove the material up to my hips.
I knew the restaurant’s rules about the privacy curtain prevented the employees from disturbing us, but there was still an extra sense of naughtiness to what we were doing. The feeling that someone could catch us at any minute shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did because of how safe I felt with Becket. I might not have known him long, but I had no doubt he’d do whatever it took to protect me.
He couldn’t stand to have another man’s eyes on me when I was dressed in something that showed a little extra skin. There was no way in hell he’d ever let someone see me half-naked. That knowledge was what allowed me to sprawl out on the booth while Becket drove me closer and closer to climax.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my neck.
When I turned my head, I found him staring down my body to where his hand was on my pussy. The masculine approval in his dark eyes ratcheted up my need. He was barely touching me, and it was already almost as good as the sex we’d had together. “Becket, please.”
“How is it that you keep getting even more perfect? You’re already like a dream come true for me. It shouldn’t be possible.” His cheek nuzzled against my throat before he shifted me away from his body, turning and sliding me over until I was lying on my back on the booth’s bench. Then he scooted further away and bent low, his mouth hovering over my core.
His tongue circled my clit while he sank two fingers deep inside my wet heat. I was already so close; my pussy fluttered around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me. His mouth kept at me too, licking and sucking. When he tugged at my swollen clit, my back bowed off the booth. Then he added a twist of his wrist to the thrust of his fingers, and my body drew tight. “I’m so close.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Give it to me. I want to taste you as you come so hard for me. It’ll be better than any dessert I’ve ever had.”
His breath blew hot against me, and then he wrapped his lips around my clit and tugged. My knees tightened on his shoulders, and my body quaked as my orgasm blasted through me. “Oh my—Yes! Becket!”
My cries of completion echoed around us, and Becket lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my head against his chest. After cleaning me with an extra linen napkin from the table, he smoothed my skirt down over my ass.
My eyes were closed, but they popped open when I heard him lift the phone and growl into it, “We’re leaving. Please let our server know there will be more than enough cash on the table to cover our bill and tip and ask the valet to pull my car around.”
My eyebrows went high as I watched him yank his wallet from his pocket. He pulled a few large bills out and dropped them on the table.
“Becket?” My voice waivered when I caught the flash of anger in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
He dropped a brief kiss on my lips, and I tasted myself on him. “Of course not, sweetheart. Like I said before, you’re perfect.”
“Then why do you seem mad?”
“Because I’m a dumb ass,” he growled before he reached over to yank the curtains open. Then he slid out of the booth and pulled me with him. He didn’t let go of my hand until he helped me into his car—after glaring at the valet when he tried to do it—and he claimed it again after he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb.
I shifted in my seat to face him better and squeezed his hand. “I don’t understand what went wrong back there. How does you giving me an amazing orgasm after an incredibly thoughtful date make you a dumb ass? I thought it was brilliant.”
“Because it was stupid as fuck of me to not realize that anyone close to our booth could hear the sexy as fuck sounds you make when you come.”
Okay, that wasn’t something I’d thought about until now either. It was a little embarrassing, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “It’s not like anyone knew it was me. They couldn’t see through the curtains.”
“It was still a mistake on my part. Those sounds are mine. Nobody else gets them but me.”
“A mistake, huh? Then I guess you have something else to make up to me when we get to your house,” I teased in an attempt to soothe his frustration now that I understood the cause. Judging by the way his expression turned from anger to lust, it was the right choice.
“I think you’re right, sweetheart. Another apology is definitely in order, and this time I’m going to fuck it into you.”
Chapter 8
Becket
“Oh, fuck yes!” I shouted as I pounded into Lia’s hot pussy. Her cries and the sound of the headboard banging off the wall was making it impossible for me to hold off coming. I shifted minutely to make sure that I was rubbing over Lia’s clit with every thrust. “Come, sweetheart,” I growled.
Like a good girl, she did as she was told and flew apart, setting off my own orgasm. It barreled through me at lightning speed, leaving a burning wake in its path. I pumped in and out until Lia’s shudders subsided.
Panting and completely devoid of any energy, I dropped down and mustered up enough strength to roll to my back. I kept my arms around Lia, taking her along so her sweaty body was sprawled over mine. Her apple and vanilla scent surrounded me and I felt utter contentment. I could feel her racing heartbeat on my chest and smiled when I realized we were in synch.
This woman. Fuck, she was everything.
“Forgiven,” she wheezed, making me bark out a laugh and hug her closer.
“I don’t know,” I murmured playfully. “Maybe I should bank some good will for my inevitable fuck ups in the future.”
Lia’s head slowly raised, and her beautiful gray eyes locked with mine. They looked hopeful and she wore a soft expression, her lips curved in a sweet smile. “In the future, huh?”
I cupped her face and locked our gazes, making sure she saw how sincere I was. “Did you think I didn’t mean everything I’ve said over the last couple of days?” I slid my thumb over her bottom lip before caressing her chin and then resting my palm on her cheek once more. “I meant every word, sweetheart. You are mine. You’re it for me and I’m not letting you go.” Her smile grew and her eyes danced with happiness.
“Besides,” I drawled and glided my hand down to her flat belly. “You could already be growing our baby.”
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew wide as saucers. “Holy crap,” she breathed. “We haven’t been using condoms. I can’t believe we forgot. I’m not on anything, Becket!”
I grinned and my hand slid along the silky skin of her neck down to her shoulder. “I had a feeling.”
“Seriously!” Lia said earnestly, her expression turning worried. “You joked, but I could actually be pregnant.”
My smile slipped away, and I grabbed both of her shoulders, hauling her body up until our faces were level and my hard cock was cradled at the juncture of her thighs. “I wasn’t joking, Lia. Do you really think I would keep fucking you without protection if I didn’t want you carrying my baby?”
She gasped, but her gray eyes were light instead of stormy, like they were when she was angry. “You knew this whole time?”
I shrugged. “Not the first time. I was so caught up in you that I honestly didn’t think about it. Then when I finally realized it, I knew I’d never be able to wear one with you.” I grasped her hips and raised her just high enough that I could slip inside her. “I can’t stand the thought of something between us. And, fuck, when I thought of you, round with our baby…yeah, condoms were so not happening, sweetheart.” Her breathing quickened and her pussy tightened around my already re-hardened cock.
“Hmmm, I think you like the idea of being knocked up.” I punctuated my point with a deep thrust, seating myself fully inside her.
She moaned and her walls clenched again. I pushed her up so she was sitting astride me. Then I pinched and plucked her nipples before palming her tits and a ripple of desire made her sex pulse, tearing a groan from my lips. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? The thought of these gorgeous tits full of milk. Of my mouth on you, suckling the same sweet cream you’ll feed our babies.”
With every word, she grew tighter and a little more restless, her body rocking, her hips slowly rotating. “You want my come filling your ripe womb, don’t you, Lia?” I lifted her and slammed her back down on my cock, making her cry out.
“Do you want it?” I grunted. She moaned and I stilled her hips, not allowing her to move. “Do you want my come, baby?” Her eyes were closed and her lids looked heavy as she dragged them up halfway. She watched me with a hooded gaze for a moment before nodding.
“Not good enough, sweetheart,” I growled. Slipping one hand between her legs, I flicked her clit, then quickly returned it to her hip, continuing to restrict her movement. “Tell me you want me to fill you, to put my baby in you.”
I rotated my pelvis and Lia’s head dropped back as she hissed, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, Lia?”
“I want your baby. Our baby.” She brought her head back up and looked down at me, her eyes blazing with need but also filled with truth as she continued, “I want you to fuck me hard again and again until I’m so full of you that there is no way I won’t be pregnant.”
A triumphant smile stretched across my face and I loosened my hold on her as I punched my pelvis up. “Good girl,” I praised as I began a steady rhythm, my hands guiding her up and down until she was bouncing on my cock. “Ride me, sweetheart. Take what you want.”
I was sure there would be many times in our life where I would look at her and think she’d never been more beautiful, more magnificent. But, right then, it was hard to imagine anything ever topping this moment. The picture of her on top of me, her face a mask of desire, her gorgeous hair flowing down behind her, her tits bouncing. Taking me so fucking deep. Yeah, it was hard to envision anything more perfect.
A tingle started in my spine and my balls drew up, while my legs started to shake. Fuck, I was gonna lose it. Leaning up, I brought Lia’s breasts up to my mouth and sucked on one of her rosy nipples. Her pussy squeezed me even tighter. The fit was so snug I was having trouble just pulling out to plunge back in. I switched to the other side and she let out a keening cry that had the tingle spreading.
“You want my come, sweetheart, you’ve got to let go. I need that tight little pussy to open up so your womb can suck my cock dry.”
“Yes! Becket!” she shouted and her whole body tensed.
“Fuck.” I grunted in pain as her pussy squeezed the life out of my dick. I sat up and my hands flew to her ass, grasping her cheeks. I heaved up onto my knees and Lia’s legs wound around my hips. I spread her ass just enough so I could put the tip of my pinky finger in her puckered little hole then yanked her forward with all my strength as I drove in one last time, bottoming out when the tip of my cock hit her cervix.
Lia screamed and shattered apart. I followed right behind her. Her pussy pulsed with every shudder of pleasure and it milked my cock, my hot come jetting out in spurt after spurt. I could feel how open she was deep inside. Knew my seed was filling her up and somehow, I seemed to explode again, another small orgasm ripping through me. I felt like I should’ve been empty but with every wave of passion, more come shot out.
It spilled out of her body, coating her thighs and dripping between us. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together was all I could hear beyond the pounding of my own heart.
I couldn’t tell you how long this went on. I only know that eventually, we fell back onto the bed and passed the fuck out.
Throughout the night, we reached for each other twice more. When the sun shined through the slits of my curtains, I shifted and groaned at the exhausted state of my muscles.
“Damn it, Becket,” Lia moaned, her body plastered on top of mine. “Stop moving. I’m sore as fuck, thanks to you.” Her head was resting in the hollow of my neck so I knew she couldn’t see the huge grin I was sporting. “Ugh. I don’t know how I’m going to sit down today.” My grin grew impossibly bigger. “Stop smiling, you big jerk.”
I laughed at her disgruntled tone, and it earned me a twisted nipple. “Hey!” I yelped, grabbing her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed each fingertip. “I love knowing you’ll spend all day feeling me inside you. Reminding you who this pussy belongs to.”
Lia sighed, but amusement danced on the edges. “Such a caveman thing to say.”
Laughter bubbled up again and I hugged her close before carefully moving her off of me. I placed a kiss on her temple before climbing off the bed and padding over to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and pulled them on.
I walked to the master bath and turned the light on, then switched on the heat for the tiles and towel bars. Then I made my way over to the deep soaker tub that could fit at least four people. I twisted the handle for the hot water and while it heated up, I went to the sink and knelt down to rummage in the cabinet below.
Delia always stayed with me whenever Zack had to go out of town. Because I’m a sucker for my niece, I let her take over the master suite while I camped out in one of the guest bedrooms. Mostly, I did it because I knew how much she loved using the bathtub. Last time, she’d brought some kind of basket thing full of girly bath shit and left it here. I was pretty sure I’d thrown it under the sink—ah, found it.
I returned to the tub and started to fill it, pouring in some of the bubbly stuff. Then I went back out to the bedroom and lifted a protesting Lia into my arms. “How about a bath, sweetheart?” That perked her up and her pout turned into a dreamy smile.
We soaked together for a while, then showered, which took twice as long since I had to get her even dirtier before I washed her. As the time drew nearer to my shift on the casino floor, I began to regret having taken this job.
However, I’d committed, and Lia mentioned that she needed to spend a little more time playing in a relaxed environment to loosen her up for the tournament. So, after we were dressed and were ready to go, I drove us back to The Lennox Hotel and Casino.
“Promise me you won’t go all caveman, and I’ll think about playing a few rounds at your table,” she offered as we walked hand in hand to the employee door where I needed to clock in.
I dragged her inside with me and pulled her into my arms. “No promises. But I’ll try.” I kissed her passionately, savoring her taste and feel to get me through the next eight hours.
Chapter 9
Becket
It was hard as fuck to not keep my eyes glued to Lia for the next several hours, but I needed to concentrate to do my job. I was damn good at it, and this wasn’t the time to get sloppy. I was slated to deal in the tournament the next day, so like Lia, I was using the time I had to work to get my mind in the right headspace.
Every now and then, I’d allow myself to find her in the room and something began to bother me, though I wasn’t sure what it was. Eventually, Lia sidled up to my table and gave me a saucy wink before sliding onto one of the stools.
After one hand, the woman sitting on the end of the half-moon table, right across from Lia, cashed out her chips and left. Her seat was quickly taken by a man who seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him before. Hand after hand, the niggling feeling kept getting stronger.
The way he kept staring at Lia was getting under my skin, but I’d promised her to try and not scare off the players who knew what they were doing. And, this guy was one hell of a poker player. Though, not as good as Lia.
Something clicked in that moment, and I realized he was the guy at the table the day before. The one who watched Lia like a hawk and ignored my not so subtle hints for him to get the fuck away from my table. Not only that, it hit me what had been bothering me all evening whenever I sought out Lia. More often than not, he was playing at the same table.
I glanced at Lia to gauge her reaction and could tell that she was trying to ignore him, but when she met my gaze, I saw how uncomfortable she was. As I took a gander at the other players, I saw a stiffness to their postures that told me this creep was also bothering them.
I’d had enough. I squatted down under the pretense of grabbing a fresh deck from under the table and used the opportunity to hit the call button on my ear bud.
“Knox.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard Drew’s head of security answer the phone any other way, much less in any other tone. The guy was a robot.
“I need you to take care of a player at table sixteen.”
“Isn’t that your table?” he asked, his tone again, unreadable.
