Vegas, Baby : Volume 1, page 8
I held on tight while he stalked into the bedroom. He carried me to the bed and dumped me in the middle, following me down after he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pushed his legs against my thighs and settled between them. With his palms pressed into the mattress on both sides of my body, he stared down at me. "I can’t wait to feel that tight, wet heat wrapped around my cock.”
“Don’t wait,” I urged, untucking his shirt so I could get my hands on his bare chest. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“You’re going to be hell on my control, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
I bent my legs, widening my stance so I could push his pants down a little. “You can bet I’m going to try my hardest because I like the idea of making you lose control.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Lia.” He lined himself up at my entrance. “Because I’m about to give you exactly what you asked for.”
That was all the warning he gave me before he pushed inside me with one powerful thrust. I tried to catch my breath as he held still, but it’d been a long time since my failed attempt at sex. Becket’s dick was stretching me well past the point of uncomfortable. I sank my nails into his butt cheeks and whimpered, “Don’t move. I need a minute to adjust.”
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I panted. “And you’re so fucking big.”
He leaned his weight onto one hand and used the other to strip off both our shirts and my bra, all while he stayed buried deep inside me. His thumb swept across my pebbled nipple while he began to trail kisses along my jawline and down my neck. When he made it to my collarbone, my pussy walls slickened more and my tight hold on his hard length eased a little. I wiggled my hips and moaned as his dick rubbed against my inner walls.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me give you what you need so I can hear you scream my name again.” I felt his hot breath against my skin as he urged me on, and then his lips wrapped around my nipple and any hint of pain was gone. All I felt was intense pleasure and need. His hips started to move, and I felt every hard inch of his cock as it dragged in and out of me. Over and over again until my body was drawn tight and my cries echoed against the walls.
He built it in me and drove me over the edge two more times before his body stiffened above and his roar of completion joined mine. It felt like we’d been at it for hours, and I collapsed against the mattress in an exhausted heap. I was barely able to keep my eyes open as Becket stripped me out of my skirt and heels before he left the bed. By the time he returned from the bathroom to clean me up, I was sound asleep...but not for long.
Becket hadn’t been joking about fucking me in every way imaginable—if anything he’d been understating his plans for me. When I woke up, my throat was a little sore from screaming all night, and I felt him before I even opened my eyes.
“Morning,” I rasped when he pulled me close to his chest after I rolled over towards him.
“Morning, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and it felt so natural to cuddle into him. It was like we’d done this for years instead of being the first time. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Not much. I’ll probably hit the treadmill in the gym, do some shopping”—I tilted my head back to smile up at him—“and maybe hit up a certain blackjack table if my favorite dealer is working today.”
“Unfortunately, your favorite blackjack dealer will in fact be there.” I felt his chest move as he sighed. “Although I’d like nothing better than to stay in this suite with you all day, I don’t want to leave them down a dealer with such short notice.”
I really liked that he didn’t let his money get in the way of his work ethic. It said a lot about the kind of man he was, and all of it was good. “Then I guess I know what I’ll be doing when I’m done shopping.”
He gently brushed his lips across mine. “If you want to put off your shopping trip until later, I’d love to take you.”
He might’ve been offering to walk around the stores with me, but I had a feeling that wasn’t what he meant. Considering how much he had to be worth since he owned a hotel and casino, I figured he’d run into the same issues in the past as I had sometimes—especially since I had the impression that he hadn’t planned to clue me in on that bit of information right away. I also realized I hadn’t given him many details about my past and how I got where I was today. Perhaps it was my turn to be honest about my background. “If you want to come shopping with me for fun, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. But I didn’t bring it up because I was angling for anything from you. Much to the surprise of my family, I make extremely good money on the circuit. Enough that I’ve doubled the trust fund my grandparents left me in the two years I’ve been playing professionally.”
Chapter 4
Becket
I raised my brows in surprise at Lia’s statement. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a trust fund baby.” It didn’t bother me, I was simply taken aback because she was so down to earth and humble, while still being confident. With every minute I spent with her, I was more and more convinced that she was the one. She was it for me.
Lia leaned up on her elbow and shook her head, making her waterfall of silky hair brush over my chest, causing a tightening in my groin. Damn, I didn’t know how my cock had the strength to get hard after we’d basically fucked each other into a coma last night.
“I’m not. Not really. Growing up, I was normal middle-class, the stereotypical American Dream. My parents were high-school sweethearts who got married while they were in college. They got good jobs, bought a house in a nice, but affordable suburb, had two-point-five kids and a dog.”
“Two-point-five?” I asked with a chuckle.
Lia smiled and rolled on top of me, resting her chin on her hands that were folded on my chest. My cock swelled but I held myself in check because, while I intended to explore every inch of Lia’s delicious body, I also wanted to know everything about her.
“My baby sister is like five-foot-nothing. So, we’ve always teased her about being the point five.” She tapped her chin with a slender finger, a thoughtful expression on her face. "We didn’t have a white picket fence though.”
“A bunch of rebels, huh?” I teased. I was rewarded with her musical laughter. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, and I silently promised myself that I would hear it every day for the rest of our lives.
“Well, no one’s perfect,” she sighed.
“I don’t know about that,” I said as I reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks tinged with a sweet pink blush before she laughed and shook her head.
“Anyway, I was really close with my grandparents. My grandfather was the one who taught me how to play poker. He used to sneak me into the casinos before I even turned twenty-one”—her face took on a soft expression as she reminisced—“he never let me play, but I would observe and he often asked for my advice.”
Her smile turned a little sad when she continued, “Both of my grandparents passed a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday. I was shocked when I learned they’d left me a trust fund. The day I turned twenty-one, I entered my first tournament in memory of my grandfather and won.” Her expression lifted, and she beamed at me. “I was hooked. Plus, I feel like every time I play, he’s right there with me.” Lia bit her bottom lip and I gently tugged it from between her teeth, soothing the pink spot with my thumb. “Seems like I’ve done nothing but talk about myself. You must be ready for me to shut up.” She mimed zipping her lips.
“Absolutely not,” I told her honestly. “I want to know everything about you, sweetheart.” Quick as a cat, I flipped us over so she was on her back and my body was blanketing hers. “Besides, if I wanted to shut you up, I’d do it this way.” I swooped down and captured her lips, kissing her deeply. It heated up fast, our tongues tangling and our bodies rubbing together restlessly.
The alarm on my watch beeped and I growled in frustration. Then Lia whimpered, and I forgot all about the time. My hands explored her body as my mouth ravished hers. Her legs parted and I slipped inside her hot, tight pussy. “Fuck,” I gasped. “I could live inside you, Lia.”
A small cry escaped her lips when I pulled back before driving in fast and hard until I was buried to the root. “Becket! Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growled. I started wildly pounding in and out of her, too desperate to have any finesse. “Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you come undone.”
Lia threw her head back and screamed my name as she came. I kept up my pace, dragging out her orgasm as long as possible. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I thrust in one last time before letting myself follow her over the ledge. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned as I emptied everything I had inside her.
I rolled to the side, bringing her with me and we cuddled close as our bodies recovered. My phone chirped with a text message and it reminded me that I had a shift to get to. I buried my face in her lustrous hair and inhaled deeply. I fucking loved her scent. She smelled like apples and vanilla, it was mouthwatering.
“I have to get going, sweetheart. How about I pick you up here after I get off at two and we’ll wander the shops?”
Lia’s smile lit up the room and she nodded. “Perfect. I need to get registered for the event and run a couple of errands.”
I frowned playfully. “I’m not sure I want you walking around Vegas without me there to make it clear to every other man that you are mine.”
Lia arched one dark eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “Yours?”
Before she knew what was happening, I rolled to my back and sat her astride my body. “Fuck yes, you’re mine,” I growled as I thrust up into her again. “Don’t mistake this for something temporary.” I gritted out the words through clenched teeth as I concentrated on not coming too fast while I guided her up and down until she was bouncing on my cock. “Mine.”
Yeah, I was going to be late.
“In all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think you’ve ever been late for a shift.” Drew Lennox ginned at me as I donned my vest in the break room, his fingers playing with a poker chip that was almost always in his hand.
Though he was a good friend, as the owner of the casino, he was technically my boss. However, his comment about my tardiness had nothing to do with my employee status. His sly grin suggested that he’d heard I’d left with a woman the day before and he was digging for information.
“Gossiping, Drew? Does your wife know you grew a pussy?”
The smile vanished from his face and he stood to his full height, which would be intimidating to most people. Except, I was an inch taller and had known him since we were frat brothers in college. And, I’d chosen my words specifically to get a rise out of him.
“I don’t ever want to hear you talk about Autumn and pussy in the same fucking sentence. I don’t care whose pussy you’re referring to.”
As I expected, he hadn’t bothered to defend his manhood, making me laugh. I would have given him shit for being so whipped but after meeting Lia, I wasn’t one to talk.
Drew narrowed his eyes and glared at me when he heard my chuckle. He’d given me the exact reaction I’d been going for, and he knew it. Unfortunately, my plan to distract him and change the subject backfired.
“Knox mentioned that the woman you left with was sexy as hell.”
Rage burst inside me, spreading like wildfire and turning my vision red. I didn’t give a shit that Drew’s head of security was also a good friend, I just wanted to blacken his eyes so he couldn’t ogle my woman. I clenched my fists and snarled, “You tell him that he better keep his eyes”—my tone turned deadly—“and his hands off my woman.”
Drew smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He tossed the chip into the air before catching it and turning towards the door. I silently followed him out, rolling my eyes at myself for my overreaction. I wasn’t normally one to lose my cool, but when it came to Lia, I wasn’t fucking around. I had a feeling that this possessive streak would only get worse until it was completely clear to the world that Lia belonged to me. I needed to get a ring on her finger as soon as possible.
Drew started towards his office but spun back around and shoved a card into my hands. “The jeweler where I bought Autumn’s ring,” he explained as he once again headed in the opposite direction. I glanced down at the thick card stock and smiled before tucking it into my vest pocket.
The casino was fuller than usual for a Saturday afternoon because of the Poker Championship. Every seat at my table was already taken when I arrived to relieve the current dealer. I introduced myself and opened up a fresh deck of cards. The next couple of hours went quickly despite my eyes watching the clock, counting down until I could see Lia again.
The players shifted occasionally but I didn’t pay much attention. Until I felt a hot, tingly sensation on the back of my neck and the smell of apples and vanilla drifted my way. My head snapped up, and my eyes locked with beautiful gray ones.
Lia slid into an empty seat, a cute little smirk on her face. I winked at her before my eyes swept over her and my smile melted into a frown. She looked fucking gorgeous in a sheer, spaghetti-strapped, flowy tank. And, before she’d lowered into her seat, I’d clocked her short, leather skirt. Too fucking short. I glanced around the table and saw the eyes of every other man admiring what belonged to me. A low growl of warning emitted from my chest before I could stop it.
I glared at each one until they stopped staring at my woman and concentrated on their cards. My mood had officially soured, and it had a clear effect on the table because the rate of turnover greatly increased. There was one guy who braved my attitude for longer than the others. I hadn’t liked the way he’d watched Lia, so I concentrated my possessive anger on him until he finally gave up like the others.
If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in staking my claim, I might have noticed that Lia was getting angrier by the minute. When I finally glimpsed her face, I knew I was in a shit-ton of trouble.
Chapter 5
Lia
I shifted in my seat, and aches in muscles I’d never used before reminded me of everything Becket and I had done last night. The soreness was worth the mind-blowing pleasure, though. Thinking about all of the orgasms he’d given me soothed my temper, but not completely since he was ruining my fun. With his growling at each and every guy who picked his table to play at, I couldn’t get into a groove because the players kept changing. Although, I had to admit that I wasn’t sorry when he finally scared away a man who’d watched me a little too closely, his gaze so intense that it made my skin crawl.
Still, if anyone other than Becket had been the dealer, I would’ve gotten up and found a different table. But that damn chemistry between us kept me in my seat and playing. It hadn’t stopped me from giving him the evil eye whenever his displays of possessiveness scared off another player, though. I knew exactly when he finally realized I was irritated with him. He flashed me an apologetic grin and behaved for the next few hands—right up until another male player sat down next to me and got treated to Becket’s surliness.
It was hell on his tips too because all of the guys he scared off were in too much of a hurry to slide any chips his way. Not that it mattered much to him since he was a part owner in a hotel and casino with his brother. This job was for shits and giggles more than anything else. Which was a good thing considering the look on Drew Lennox’s face when he prowled towards our table near the end of Becket’s shift. I’d played in enough tournaments at his casino to recognize him, but I hadn’t really talked to him except when he’d congratulated me for winning a couple of times.
“Uh oh, it looks like you’re in trouble with more than me,” I warned Becket in a soft voice before Drew got too close.
Becket looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “Eh, he’ll get over it.”
Judging by how quickly Drew’s frown was replaced by a sly grin when he reached the table and his gaze landed on me, it wasn’t hard to figure out that Becket was right.
“Now I understand why the pit boss on duty keeps grumbling about you scaring off the customers,” Drew chuckled. “I guess I should be thankful you didn’t piss on my floor to mark your territory. I’d hate to have to replace the carpeting in here again and there’s only so much a steam cleaner can do.”
A burst of startled laughter bubbled up my throat as Becket glared up at his friend and boss. “Seriously? It’s not like you’ve got much room to talk considering how you acted when you met Autumn.”
“True.” Drew shrugged his broad shoulders and rolled a poker chip back and forth over his knuckles. “But I don’t think it’s me you’ve got to worry about giving you a hard time over this. Your woman looks like she’s about ready to wring your neck, and not because she wants to wrap her legs around it and—”
Becket jumped out of his seat and took a threatening step towards Drew, who didn’t look even the tiniest bit worried as he smirked. “Turnabout is fair play, man. That’s what you get for using the word pussy and my wife’s name in the same sentence earlier.”
The smile wiped from my face, and I flashed a death glare Becket’s way. He quickly moved around the table and pulled me up and into his body. “It’s not like he made it sound. All I did was ask if Autumn knows that he’s turned into a pussy.”
My anger left me, and my cheeks filled with heat as I melted into his embrace. “Oh.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. You can be as territorial about me as you’d like.” His lips titled up into a satisfied smirk. “Especially since it means you can’t be too pissed at me over scaring off a few men who were too busy checking out your legs and tits to pay attention to their cards.”
“A few?” Drew sputtered. “From what I heard it was every guy who dared to sit at your table while your woman was there, including one who was old enough to be her grandfather.”
