“Um…you know Dee next door…”
I cut him off. “No, no, no, no, absolutely not! We will never ever discuss your sex life, Dad. Ever!” God, just thinking about him in a physical relationship makes me want to gag.
“Well honey, it’s a normal part of life. I was going to tell you about her, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about me dating. I’ll tell Dee to scram because my baby girl is not comfortable with the idea. And by telling her to scram, I mean continue what I have been doing without you knowing. Surely you know a man has his needs, Savannah.”
I start to dry heave.
“This conversation is over. Let’s get going. I don’t ever want to hear about your needs ever again. As a matter of fact, from here on out your needs do not exist to me. For the record, I like Mrs. Adams. I think she’s good for you. You are more than welcome to court her.” He mumbles his understanding while he grabs my suitcase and puts it in the bed of his truck.
When we get to the airport, my dad parks somewhere different than we usually do. “Where are we going? You just went past the overnight parking lot.”
He continues driving. “Well, the thing is, we’re not flying coach. My man Zander has gotten us a private jet.”
“What? Why the hell would he spend that kind of money on us? We would have been perfectly fine flying coach. He could have even sprung for first class, but a private jet?” I take out my phone and dial Zander’s number. It rings and rings until it goes to voicemail.
“I may have told him to not answer the phone if you called before the flight. All you Jenks women are stubborn.” Then he mumbles, “Trying to refuse a private jet from your boyfriend. You’re all crazy!”
I laugh out loud. Maybe I’m overreacting. I told myself I had to go into this weekend with a new set of eyes, and here I am, acting like he killed someone for doing something sweet for me. I shoot off a text to Zander, thanking him for being so thoughtful. Almost immediately, my phone chimes.
My Sexy Fighter: Have a safe flight, baby. I can’t wait to see you in a few hours. ;)
I put my phone in my purse as we get out of the truck and make our way to the plane. We walk up the steps and are welcomed at the top by a flight attendant who shows us to our seats. There are couches and single seats, and it’s all super comfy with plenty of space. Not too long after, we’re taking off down the runway and are up in the air heading toward the bright lights of Las Vegas.
The flight attendant comes up to us for our drink orders. My dad orders a beer, and I get a mimosa because the closer we get to Vegas, the more my nerves kick up; I’ll surely need a little liquid courage to quiet them down. My dad talks my ear off the whole way about the fight. I think he may be more excited to see it than I am. He tells me Zander’s opponent is a submission guy, whatever that means. He also tells me that Zander is great at getting out of submission holds, which bodes well for him in the fight. After about an hour, I start to zone him out as I doze off.
It feels like ten minutes later when my Dad is barking in my ear. “Savannah, wake the hell up! And wipe that drool from your face. Christ, I can’t take you anywhere.” I wipe my mouth, which I’m horrified to admit definitely has drool. We exit the plane when we get the okay to and retrieve our suitcases.
I spot a large black SUV with blacked out windows when we come down the steps of the plane. My dad acknowledges that it’s our ride to the hotel as he leads me over to it. The driver is standing outside, and as we get to him, he greets us and grabs our suitcases to put in the trunk. He comes back and opens the door for us, and I squeal when I see Zander. I jump into the SUV and maul him, crushing my lips to his. He steadies us, cupping my ass as my tongue dives into his mouth to stroke his tongue. It’s at this point I hear my Dad clear his throat, and I realize we have an audience.
I gather myself together and sit down next to Zander, practically in his lap because I need to be as close to him as possible. My dad jumps in the front seat next to the driver. He’s already talking his ear off about the gas mileage he gets; my Dad can literally make a friend anywhere he goes.
Zander puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. I look over to him, puzzled. “What happened to your radio interview?”
“I lied. I wanted picking you up from the airport to be a surprise. Let me tell you, if this is how you react to a surprise, I plan on surprising you all the time.” The hunger in his eyes is killing me. I’m so aroused, my panties are soaked just from being in his presence, even with my dad in the front seat.
Pointing down to his cock, he mouths, “What the fuck am I supposed to do about this?” I bust out laughing. He leans over so his lips are next to my ear as he whispers, “Do you think it’s funny that my dick’s as hard as steel four feet away from your dad? That all it wants is to sink into that perfect pussy of yours and pound the shit out of you? You’re going to pay for this, baby.” I start to squirm in my seat and cross my legs, trying to give the ache in between my legs some relief. He notices my movements and starts to get a devilish grin on his face from knowing he’s making me want him so badly.
I lean over to him, place my hand high up on his thigh, and graze his cock as I whisper in his ear, “Promise?”
He groans and leans his head back. I realize if I continue, my dad is going to notice the massive tent he’s now sporting in the front of his pants. I move my hand to my own lap and place my head on his shoulder. I guess I’ll behave, for now.
When we get to the hotel, I go to grab my suitcase. As I’m trying to get the trunk open, Zander stops me. “It will be taken care of and brought to our room, Savvy.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and turns me toward the hotel. I notice a swarm of photographers standing outside the door, and I feel him freeze. “Sorry baby, I should have had Dante drop us off at the back entrance. I’m going to go in by myself so they don’t suspect anything. If they see us together, your face will be plastered everywhere within a couple hours.” He bends down to kiss my cheek, then proceeds to head on in. As he gets to the paparazzi, they start to go crazy, shouting his name and trying to get pictures. It’s over in the blink of an eye, and my dad and I make our way to the entrance of the hotel. The photographers look our way but quickly realize we are of no importance to them, so they stand around waiting again. I notice one guy take our picture before disappearing into the crowd. Weird. When we enter the hotel, we see Zander at the concierge and head over to him.
“I got your room key, Jack.” He hands it to him. “I hope you don’t mind you’re a few floors below us. Everyone’s in town for the fight, and all of the suites have been booked.”
My dad slaps his back with a smile on his face. “Just glad to be here. I’d sleep in a fucking closet if that were the only option.” We all laugh at my dad’s enthusiasm to be here.
“I have to get in a couple hours of training, but I figure we can meet up for dinner in about three hours. Does that work for you guys?” He looks toward us, and we nod our heads in agreement. “Great. Savvy, this is for you.” He hands me a black credit card, and I start to break out into a cold sweat. Everyone knows what this is. Reluctantly grabbing it, I turn it over and notice it has my name on it. I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “Savvy, this weekend is special to me, and I want you to have a fantastic time. Please don’t hesitate to use this for the both of you. There is no limit, so go crazy.” He winks at me.
I pull my wallet out of my purse and shove the card in it. There is no way in hell I’m using his credit card, especially when he isn’t even with us. Quick as lightning, he grabs my wallet, removes my other credit cards, and puts them in his pocket before placing it back in my hand. I look at him with irritation in my eyes.
“I told you this weekend is my treat, and I meant it. Jack, make sure Savvy here uses this card. If you even have the littlest inkling that she’s interested in something, make her buy it.” Pouting my lips has him chuckling and leaning in to kiss it off my mouth.
“No problem, son. Savannah, thank t
he man and let’s get going. The craps table is calling my name.”
I look over to Zander and wrap my arms around his waist as I mumble, “Thanks.”
He squeezes me back as he laughs at my tantrum. “Can’t say I’ve ever had anybody try and refuse my money before.”
“I’m not with you for your money, Zander. I just want you.” He leans down and kisses me.
“That makes me want to spoil you even more. Now get going, and see some cool shit. I need to be at the gym in ten minutes.” Giving me one last lingering kiss, he walks away. I turn to my dad and ask what he wants to do.
“I’m about to teach you the craps table, sweetheart.” With his arm around my shoulders, we take off for the hotel casino. I don’t even know what craps are, but based off of the name, I’m hoping the game has very little to do with the literal meaning.
Two hours later, I’m in shock. Dad is killing it at the craps table. He started out with $50 from his wallet, stating he can’t gamble with another man’s money, and now he’s up to $8,000. I’ve never seen someone win so much money before. I hear people calling him a hot shooter, whatever the hell that means.
Five minutes later, he collects his winnings and heads to cash out.
“Holy shit, Dad! That was insane!” I’m practically jumping up and down with excitement.
“Sweetie, you need to school your expression for when Zander wins. This is chump change compared to his take after he wins the fight. He’s looking at about a $5 million-dollar payout if he wins.” My jaw immediately hits the floor. I knew Zander had money, but to take home that much money for one fight? That’s insane to me.
“Not to mention all the endorsements he’ll be raking in. He’ll be doing all right for himself whether he wins or loses, although we all know Julio Alverez doesn’t stand a chance. Piece of shit.” He mumbles the last part under his breath.
Okay, I’m not going to freak out. So, what if Zander is worth millions of dollars? He’s still the sweet guy I fell in love with.
I gasp. “Holy shit, I love him.”
My dad eyes me like I’m crazy. “Well, no shit, sweetheart. Anyone with two eyes can see the love you two have for each other. The way he looks at you reminds me of the love I felt for your mother.” I notice his eyes getting a little glassy as he takes a deep breath. “I know I always joke around, but I think Zander is a fine man. I couldn’t have picked someone better for you, honey.”
“Um, Dad, you didn’t pick him for me.” I laugh.
“I guess you’re right. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, sweetie. Just embrace all of this. I know you’re freaking out inside because you’re not used to all of this. Just give it a fair shot. In your heart you know who that boy is.” I give him a hug, and we decide to head back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.
CHAPTER 13
The elevator drops my dad at his floor after we decide to meet up in the lobby in an hour. I head up to the suite and realize as I’m walking down the hall I don’t have a key to our room. I pull out my phone and shoot Zander a text.
Me: I’m heading up to our room, but I don’t have a key to get in.
My Sexy Fighter: Tim can let you in, he’s guarding the door. I’ll see you soon, baby.
I make my way to the door and greet Tim. He lets me in the suite, and holy shit, it’s huge! Why the heck do two people need so much room? It’s an open floor plan, so from the front door I can see the living room, dining room, and a hint of the kitchen, which also goes around the corner. I also notice a giant staircase off to the left that leads up to a second floor, where I’m assuming the bedroom is. I head up the stairs and end up in a hallway of doors. Time to figure out which one is ours. I open the first two and discover a bedroom and a bathroom. I assume this bedroom is not ours because our stuff is nowhere in sight. I try two more doors before I walk into the master suite and sigh in relief when I spot my suitcase. I pick it up, put it on the bed, and start to unzip it. I jump when I feel two hands snake around my waist from behind as I’m opening it and realize immediately who it is from his touch. He lifts the hair off my neck, moving it to one side as he starts giving me slow, sensual kisses from the base up to my jaw.
“Don’t you dare start something you can’t finish, Mr. Cage. It’s hard enough being around you and not being able to do a damn thing about it.” Spinning me around fast, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. In an instant, our tongues are tangled and my shirt is over my head with my bra thrown to the side.
“I fully plan on finishing, baby. I have been dying to get my mouth on this pussy all week.” He lays me back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side.
He starts to unbutton my pants and takes them off along with my panties. “I’d like to take my time and ravish you, but we only have 45 minutes to make sure you’re thoroughly satisfied and still have time to get ready for dinner.”
My body shivers in anticipation. I’ve been craving his touch all week. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he begins to devour me. I’m so thankful he knows how to use his tongue and use it well. He licks, bites and sucks every part of my sensitive pussy as I moan and grab the bed sheets. His tongue enters me, and he starts to fuck me with it.
“Touch your tits, baby. I want to see you play with those pretty pink nipples while I eat this pussy,” he orders.
I pinch my nipples, and his tongue finds its way to my clit. He finally gives me the relief I seek when he adds two fingers to the mix. Tremors take over my body, making me feel like I could pass out from the sheer force of my orgasm. Gripping his hair, I hold him closer, begging him for more. He sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing my pleasure out even more.
After my body has calmed down, he gives my inner thigh a kiss and comes up to lie on the bed next to me. I want so much more, but I know we aren’t allowed to be together until after the fight.
“I want your cock so bad right now it physically hurts,” I yell to the room, causing Zander to laugh.
“Savvy, my dick hurts so bad I feel like it’s going to break off.” He adjusts himself in his sweatpants as he sits back up and starts to strip.
“What are you doing? I thought we couldn’t have sex until after the fight?” I ask, confused.
“There you go, baby, mind always in the gutter. I just came from working out and need a shower…” He looks down at the bulge through his boxer briefs. “Apparently a very cold shower.”
He winks at me, takes off the rest of his clothes while I enjoy the show, and walks into the bathroom. I release a sigh. What a waste of a perfectly good erection.
I snap myself out of my Zander fog and go to my suitcase to grab a dress and matching panty set for dinner. The dress Ashlyn made me pack is gorgeous, maybe a little flashier than I’m used to wearing. It’s a strapless, black, body-hugging dress, and goes to just above my knees. It has gold detailing around the bodice that matches the gold heels I packed, which are also Ashlyn’s. I’m putting my earrings in when Zander comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I freeze with my hands at my ear and begin to pant.
“Close your mouth, Savvy. Wouldn’t want you to catch flies. And to think, you’re the one who had an orgasm only 15 minutes ago.” He turns around and drops the towel, giving me a look at his gorgeously toned ass. I used to think I was an eye girl, but being with Zander made me realize that I’m really an ass girl. Most of the time, I just want to bite it.
“Baby, stop thinking those perverted thoughts in your head. I know exactly what you’re thinking when your eyes go all hungry like that. I’m not allowed to do anything to relieve myself, and I’ve been rocking a raging hard-on since you stepped off the plane. I even popped a boner during training when I was thinking about tasting your pussy when we got back to the room. Coach almost let me go into the bathroom to relieve myself because he thought it was a hazard to my training.”
I know him being uncomfortably hard and popping random erections isn’t a laughing matter, but I can’t help but picture him sparring with
some guy sporting a hard-on. He winks at me, then proceeds to get dressed. By the time we make it down to the lobby, we spot my dad over by the bar.
“What if someone spots us together? Didn’t you want to keep us a secret until after the fight?” I question.
“This hotel has great security; the paparazzi aren’t allowed inside, so we don’t need to worry about being photographed together. Now let’s go feed you, baby.”
We meet up with my dad and wait to get seated by the maître d’. He takes us over to a secluded part of the restaurant to a booth in the back corner. I look over the menu in surprise at the meal prices. I try to keep a neutral expression on my face in an effort to be more open to the fact that my lobster is going to cost almost what I spend a week on groceries. Leaning over, Zander whispers, “Order what you want. I told you I want this weekend to be special for you. I’m trying to show you all the perks of being a celebrity. I work hard for my money and like to indulge every once in a while. Savvy, please don’t be shy and order whatever you want.”
When the waiter comes back, I order the lobster and a glass of chardonnay, my dad orders a huge prime rib, and Zander orders a small steak with veggies. We chitchat about the fight as we wait for our meals to arrive. Remembering my dad’s hot streak, I start to tell Zander about the craps tables.
“He was on fire! You should have seen him. I’ve never seen anyone win so much money before. They were calling him a hot roller.” I exclaim, still wicked excited for my dad.
“Hot shooter, sweetie,” my dad corrects with a stern look. Whatever.
“Maybe you can buy Dee a nice dinner when you get back. Oh Zander. I didn’t tell you, we were almost late for our plane this morning because well, I don’t want to think about the why, just know his new girlfriend Dee was involved.”
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