As he stands, the crowd gets rowdy again, calling for more violence as Roger stumbles forward, mouth shut, and outrage lining his eyes. Good, he’s learned his lesson. Words don’t affect me, not like he had hoped. However, he’s stupid and allows his anger to carry him forward as he tries to rush me again. I’m prepared, and when he’s close enough, I slide to the side and send my meaty fist into his chest, cracking ribs and sending vibrations up my arm from the power of the jab.
When he falls this time, he doesn’t get back up. I stroll towards him, and his eyes are pinned on the fan spinning in the roof’s AC unit as he tries to take in a breath. He’s not dead, this won’t kill him, but he’s learned his lesson. Bigger doesn’t mean better.
Chuckling, I shake my head when his hand reaches out to grab my ankle weakly. The crowd has backed off, like they’re ready for me to stomp his face, but I’m no cold killer, I’m a calculated one, and right now, he doesn’t deserve death, just to be taught his place in the pecking order.
The announcer declares me the winner as a couple of guys enter the cage to carry Roger out. The crowd chants my name; they always manage to, no matter how brutal I am.
Glancing into the audience, my eyes scour the people and notice Lake being guided into the ring. She’s a bundle of nerves until I’ve got my hands on her, then she melts into my side, staring up at me with pride in her eyes, closely followed by need.
“How about we get out of here?” I whisper against her ear, and she quickly nods.
“Nice work.” Easton flashes a massive wad of cash that’ll go into Sparrow House’s fund.
Since Lake and I drove down here alone, I tell the others, “We’re spending the night.” I’ve already booked a room at a nice hotel to treat Lake.
Nolan grimaces but nods. I don’t blame him; it’s his little sister, but I also know he’s happy she’s coming out of her shell. It’s never been a secret to anyone in the family how I’ve felt about Lake; this was always how we were supposed to end up. I think the real surprise is how long it fucking took.
It’s about thirty minutes before the warehouse clears out, but with Lake glued to my side, I didn’t mind as much as I usually do. After a check-in with Luther to let him know his daughter was okay, we’re finally able to get to The Grand Sandestin Resort.
Lake’s eyes widen as she takes it in. She’s been to resorts before, having travelled with her family, but this is the first time she’s gone as an adult and with me. I wanted to give her everything.
“This place is so expensive.” Her eyes flick down to her casual clothes. “Way too fancy.” Tilting her chin as the valet driver takes my truck away, I wait until she looks at me.
“Nothing is too fancy for you, Lake. You deserve everything.”
Dropping a quick kiss on her lips before leading her inside, people keep a wide berth around me. Despite the late hour, it’s busy. Blood stains my hands, I’m sweaty, and there’s no doubt I still appear feral from my fight.
None of that matters as we check in, however. The clerk is professional and has us on our way to the top-floor penthouse with a private elevator and a promise that the kitchen is still open for room service.
Considering all this from Lake’s perspective, who has never wanted for anything but also never asked for much, I can see why she’s so enamored. Everything is crisp, clean, and gleaming. Vases of flowers adorn most surfaces, sitting perfectly below artwork that probably cost thousands of dollars.
“Is this what you want at home?” I ask as we step onto the waiting elevator.
“I don’t know. I like the flowers and the artwork, but I don’t want to disrupt what you’ve done.” Her lips nervously twitch from side to side as I remain silent until we reach the top floor.
Gripping her hand in mine, I drag her inside to the chaise set against the windows facing the Emerald Coast. Dropping down, my legs spread for her to stand between them. With my face level to her chin, I study the emotions playing out across her face. Excitement at the stunning view, nerves over our conversation, and eagerness because we’re alone, and I can already smell her desire.
“Will you unwrap my hands?” I ask.
Startled, she looks down to see the dirty tape but doesn’t hesitate to reach for one hand and slowly remove it, exploring my bruised flesh with her fingertips. “Does it hurt, Saint?”
My head shakes as she moves to the next one.
“When we get home, I want you to do anything to the house you’d like. Tear down walls if you want. I don’t care as long as you’re there. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, sweet haven.”
She releases my hand, and I bury my face in her throat, inhaling her scent until she’s invaded all my senses, and I feel like I can take a deep breath.
“Saint?” Her soft voice quivers, and I look at her. “Can we…?” Her cheeks bloom with embarrassment.
“Baby, we can do it anywhere, anytime you want.”
Getting to my feet, I shed my shirt and shorts, having already removed my shoes, before getting to work on stripping her bare.
She glows in the moonlight.
Nobody can see us up here, so I don’t worry about that and just enjoy how Lake squirms in front of me. Mostly from desire, yet still fighting off her insecurities.
“I was thinking,” she starts, pushing me to sit again before crawling into my lap. My dick immediately finds her soaked pussy, ready to plow its way inside of her.
