“Same.” I smile at him, reaching out to shake his hand, but he takes my fingers and kisses the top of my hand instead. The grip Deuce has on me tightens even more. And as soon as the man lets me go, I’m whisked away. Holt’s hand is locked with mine, leading me quickly through the crowded casino. Before the elevator doors even close, he has me pinned against the back wall, my cheek pressed against the cool glass mirror as he shoves my dress up. My panties are torn in my next breath, and then I hear his zipper yanked down.
“You’re mine, Laur. That old fucking man thought he was going to steal you from me, but this pussy is mine. I’m the only one who gets to play with you.” He thrusts inside me in one push and my entire body is mowed down with a rush of hot pleasure. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. How long have you been like this, baby?”
“All night.”
“Damn, I should’ve taken you to the bathroom during dinner and calmed this little pussy down,” he grunts as he pumps into me, making me feel full. Stroking over every sensitive nerve. “Or maybe I should’ve fucked you right in front of him so he could back the fuck off my woman.”
Those words set off a different set of tingles in my body. Warm and fuzzy ones.
“Goddamn, you feel so good. That’s it, princess. Come on my fucking cock. Fucking scream for me.”
That’s all it takes. I come so hard I can’t hold my weight.
“Fuckin…Gah…It’s so good. Shit, baby.” His pistoning hips carry me through another rush of heat. The flames don’t seem to be dimming. Not when he’s nibbling on my ear with his finger still playing with my clit. That hard dick unrelenting. Slowing to a steady pace. Hitting every spot.
“Mine.” His growl rumbles over me. “You’re mine, Laur. This pussy. This body. These fucking lips. Those sweet tits.” He turns my head and kisses me fully, leaving me breathless. “It’s all mine.”
I’m starting to believe that’s true. There are feelings taking root, digging deeper with every passing moment.
13
Deuce
“So, tell me, Lauralyn. How did the two of you meet?”
All weekend Hemsworth’s been wrapped up in my girl. I honestly think she’s singlehandedly sealed the deal for us. He’s completely taken with her. But how can you not be. She’s captivating. Pretty. Intelligent. And don’t even get me started on that little pussy. I can’t seem to get enough of it. And if I weren’t trying to close this deal, I’d have her locked in my room fucking her around the clock.
“We met in high school,” she tells him.
“High school sweethearts?” He almost sounds disappointed.
“Not exactly.” She gives me a look, which I return with a wink. “We weren’t even friends back in school.” That’s putting it mildly. We were more like high school nemeses. “But you grow up and realize how wrong you were about a person. How naïve you were about yourself.” She smiles and the warmth spreads in my chest. “But I also think you take comfort in the familiarity.Knowing they were a part of your past in some way. That your memories are woven with theirs.”
It doesn’t feel like an act. Nothing about this weekend has felt like a transaction. It’s been real. Every conversation. Every moment. Every touch. It’s felt like something is growing between us. This…us… It doesn’t stop here. Not if I have any say in the matter.
“Torch,” I say, thankful for the interruption. He has perfect timing. I’m guessing he’s here to collect Hemsworth’s daughter for the evening. She actually joined us for dinner tonight. She and her boyfriend. Whom I’ve learned Hemsworth is not a fan of. Neither is Torch by the way he’s glaring at the guy.
“Do you have plans with our guests tonight?” I ask.
“I’ve got tickets to an exclusive attraction. It’s a surprise though. Are you two ready to head out?” He looks toward Evie.
“I’m a little tired.” She gives a fake yawn as if trying to find an excuse to head back to her room instead.
I am too. I’m ready to take my princess back upstairs and worship every inch of her.
“It’s only seven-thirty,” her boyfriend whines like a child. I can see why her father isn’t a fan of his. He’s nowhere near as mature as Evie and nowhere near as smart.
“Okay, fine. I’ll go.” She stands on a huff, looking annoyed. Torch, on the other hand, is enjoying the exchange.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, babe?” Her boyfriend nudges her in the side. He’s such a tool. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask your dad?”
“Oh, right.” The girl practically rolls her eyes. I’m not getting the impression she’s a fan of his either. “Caleb was wondering if he could fight in the fight next weekend. Would you be able to arrange it?”
I look to her boyfriend, then up at Torch who’s nearly towering over him, and I mentally shake my head. The guy clearly has a death wish.
“He’ll be up against Torch,” I state.
“I can take him.” Caleb huffs out a laugh as he looks toward his opponent. “That’s a piece of cake.”
