Once he was sliding inside me, I was as near to heaven as I believed I’d ever get. I wasn’t a religious man, but Bailey Gregory was someone I could worship as his cock sawed in and out of me, hitting my prostate with every stroke and driving me out of my mind.
“Fuck, Bailey. I can’t hold back. I’m about to—”
He stopped immediately and gazed into my eyes. “Not yet, baby. I’m close. Hang on a sec.”
Bailey pushed into me harder and faster, and I fucking loved it. He knew what the fuck he was doing when it came to giving me pleasure. I did my best not to come, but every time his hard cock grazed my prostate, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Okay, baby, I’m about to nut. I want you to come with me.” Bailey slowed down and pushed in slower, giving me the most amazing sensation I’d ever felt in my fucking life. Every nerveending in my body was zapping, and I worried the top of my head would blow off.
My balls tingled and then spilled between us as he continued pounding into me. “Oh fuck!” My eyes rolled back in my head as I spilled onto my stomach. My skin was hot with sweat, but I was floating on a cloud.
“Oh fuck is right,” Bailey whispered.
The warmth inside my ass was damn incredible as his body stiffened before he relaxed. Bailey collapsed on my chest as we both fought to catch our breath.
“Bailey, if there’s anything you want to change about the house, please feel free. Like I said, I’d like to buy the unit next door and make it a single-family, but if that’s not possible, maybe we can find a house we both like?”
The sexy man rolled off me and grabbed my right hand, twining our fingers as he settled on the bed next to me. It was the most intimate gesture we’d ever had between us. Nobody had ever held my hand like Bailey, and I loved it.
Words of love were on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason, I held them back. It was too soon, I was sure. I’d bet my life he’d agree.
Chapter Nineteen
Bailey
When we returned to the kitchen to get some food that morning, I offered to tell Jagger what happened in Carson City.
Jagger nodded as he put the plate of bacon in the microwave for twenty seconds to heat it up. “How about I make some eggs, and we have breakfast sandwiches on those biscuits while we talk this through. You help me understand the stuff with the governor, and I’ll help you understand the stuff with Rita Ramirez.”
I grinned and nodded because I hadn’t had a better offer in a very long time. Jagger pulled a skillet from a lower cabinet and went to work, with a broad smile on his face. I loved seeing it.
“Since we’re in Vegas, let’s start with Rita Ramirez. I’d like to go check on her this afternoon, if you’d come along. I just have a gut feeling this shit with the Viper Kings isn’t over. You know, Rita’s just a little old lady, and I feel like there’s nobody aroundto watch out for her. I’d also like to know if she’s heard what’s going on with Ruiz. That poor kid must be scared to death. He’s just a little boy.” Jagger hung his head.
At that point, it seemed as if he were trying to justify caring for someone he perceived to be in distress. It wasn’t necessary. I knew the man well enough to know something of the sort would tear him apart.
Jagger had a big heart, and I would support him wherever he wanted to go. He was an amazing leader, and I knew he would defend those in harm’s way—like Rita Ramirez.
On the ride out, I told him about the shitshow in Carson City with Lindsey, but I agreed with Jagger…one problem at a time.
Jagger and I sat in his truck down the block from Rita Ramirez’s house, the two of us watching her load a U-Haul truck by herself. Her great-nephew had been kidnapped by his father and taken to Mexico. Why was the woman loading everything she owned into a rental vehicle, and where was she going? Had she been threatened and was scared to say?
“So, where’s she going?” I asked Jagger as I stared into the binoculars, watching Rita carry out boxes to load into the truck.
My guy chuckled. “I’m guessing she’s moving somewhere else since members of the cartel and the Viper Kings now know where she lives. I wonder if Rita was really devoted to her niece as she claimed, or did she sell out Maria? We never did an in-depth background check on her, as far as I know.”
That was a little troubling to me. “So, you just bail out strangers and don’t do background checks?” It was a pompous thing to say, but it seemed as if the bond agents gave their clientsblind trust, and really? How could they be comfortable doing that?
“We get the information from the court when we bail someone out. We don’t conduct any additional background checks beyond what Hardy provides regarding the person posting the bond. What more do you think we need?”
I shrugged, out of my element. In the military, we received a lot of information on our targets.
“I’d say a family tree could be helpful, but what do I know? I’m a hack private dick. Most of my cases are insurance fraud, though I did investigate a cheating husband once. Ignore me.”
Jagger chuckled. “Did you catch the husband dipping his wick where he wasn’t supposed to?”
I laughed and nodded, remembering the woman losing her shit when I gave her the pictures of her husband in a private lakeside cabana, cozying up to some woman at Secret Cove Nude Beach on the shore of Lake Tahoe.
Turns out, it was the client’s assistant. I could tell my client would take them both to the cleaners. I was glad I wasn’t the one in her crosshairs.
