Vegas, Baby: Volume 3

by Fiona Davenport

  Although he still looked angry, I somehow knew it wasn’t aimed at me. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t intimidating. Because he was.

  Taking a small step back, I stilled when a growl rumbled up his chest. My gaze locked with his and saw his eyes soften. “You’re safe with me. I would never hurt you, angel eyes.”

  “Angelique,” I corrected when it dawned on me that he hadn’t been there when his friends asked for my name.

  His lips kicked up in a grin. “It sounds like the nickname I picked for you was more perfect than I thought.”

  My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, “Why do you call me angel eyes?”

  “Because the last thing I want to see before I go out of this world are those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

  He put it out there so matter-of-factly, as though his admission wouldn’t rock my world. But it did. This incredible man seemed one hundred percent sincere as he claimed to want me in his life...forever. After spending less than five minutes with me. The whole thing should’ve had me trying to get past him to the door, but his declaration settled something inside me. The part that was already braced for the other shoe to drop. For the people in my life to disappoint me. Like my brother, the person responsible for me being in this mess—that just might turn into the best thing in my life—in the first place.

  Swiveling on my heel, I crossed the small room and dropped onto the low bench against the wall. After patting the spot next to my right, I waited for Saint to join me before I said, “You might want to get comfortable. This could take a while.”

  He untaped his hands, got up to grab a towel to rub over his sweat-dampened hair, took some pain relievers, and downed a sports drink. Once he was done, he returned to my side, lifted me up, and settled me on his lap so I was straddling him. One of his arms was wrapped around my lower back to anchor me in place, and he lifted the other to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “There. Now I’m ready to hear whatever you need to tell me.”

  “Right here? Like this?” I gasped, wiggling on his lap until I felt his cock harden beneath my butt.

  “Exactly like this.” His arm tightened around me. “I’m not letting you go now that I’ve gotten my hands on you.”

  The tiny bottoms of my ring girl uniform grew damp, and I wondered if he’d be able to feel it. My cheeks reddened as I whispered, “It’s not your hands that I was talking about.”

  He brushed a kiss against my forehead and lifted his hips to press more firmly against me. “Me getting hard around you is something you’re going to have to get used to, angel eyes. It’s going to happen often. As in, all the time.”

  “Alrighty then.” I cleared my throat and did my best to ignore the incredibly hard and large bulge beneath me. “I guess this is the part where I explain how I ended up here, huh?”

  He cupped my cheek with his hand. “Please.”

  I nodded, and the calluses on his palm rubbed against my skin, sending a little shiver down my spine. “My childhood wasn’t all that great, and Vince used to be the only person I could really depend on. But all that changed three or four years ago. It was like my brother turned into someone I didn’t know, into someone I didn’t even want to know, even after everything he did for me when we were kids.”

  “What’d he get into?” Saint asked after I paused to pull myself together so I didn’t end up bawling in his arms.

  “He fell in with a bad crowd and wasn’t around as often. Started to drink a lot and dabbled with some drugs here or there. But it wasn’t the drugs or alcohol that got him into trouble.” I dropped my forehead against Saint’s shoulder. “It was the gambling that turned out to be his real vice. He doesn’t think straight when he’s at the tables, and he risks way more than he can afford. He’s always been able to figure out a way to pay off his gambling debts in the past, but this time is different. I don’t know how much he owes, but it has to be a lot—like enough to beat the shit out of him if he didn’t get the chance to fight you tonight—a lot. Enough for him to tell me the five grand I’d earn by being a ring girl during the match would barely put a dent in his debt but might be enough so his bookie wouldn’t come after me, too.”

  “That fucking motherfucker,” Saint growled. “He deserves a hell of a lot more than the beatdown I gave him in the ring for putting your safety at risk.”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I lifted my head to offer him a small smile. “I don’t think he ever thought about what might happen to me in this whole mess. Not until his bookie took notice of me.”

  “Who’s his bookie?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. I never asked because it didn’t really matter since I didn’t have the money to pay off his debt. I was going to give Vince what I earned tonight so he could hand it over.”

  “It’s got to be Jimmy Benton,” Saint rumbled.

  “I’ve never heard of him.”

  “Forget I mentioned his name,” Saint commanded. “He isn’t someone you need to worry about anymore.”

  I felt exhausted after everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, and I was starting to freak out because Saint looked angrier than he had when he’d been fighting my brother. Squeezing my eyes shut, I voiced my biggest fear, “Does that mean you haven’t changed your mind about what you said before? How I’ll always be safe with you and don’t need to worry about money again?”

  5

  Saint

  Angelique’s question was uttered in a tiny, hesitant voice, and it killed me that she didn’t believe I meant what I said. I couldn’t blame her, though. It sounded like everyone in her life had let her down, and we’d only met a few hours ago. I could tell her over and over, but I knew it was actions that would finally convince her to trust me.

  “Angel eyes, there is nothing you could say or do that would change my mind about you.” I tucked another wayward strand of hair behind her ear and leaned my forehead against hers.

  “Despite who my brother is?”

  I lifted my head to stare into her turquoise pools. “I don’t care about anyone but you, Angelique.” My mouth twisted as my thoughts darkened from the mention of her brother. “I only wish I’d killed the son of a bitch when I had the chance.” She looked a little shell-shocked, so I gentled my tone when I continued. “I won’t kill him,” I promised on a sigh. “That would only take me away from you. But you’re done with him.” Her face softened and hope lit her eyes. “I’ll handle everything. I will always protect you, angel eyes.” I made sure our gazes were locked and let her see the emotions and need I felt for her. “You’re mine.”

  She sucked in a breath, and we were so close that her nipples brushed my naked chest. The tiny pieces of fabric shielding them would be so easy to rip away so I could suck on those peaks like a Jolly Rancher, my favorite candy.

  I held myself back, though, afraid to go any faster and spook her. We were already taking things at warp speed, and I had no intention of slowing down. But then she licked her lips and looked up at me through her long lashes. Her cheeks bloomed with color, and in the next instant, she pressed her mouth against mine.

  From the innocent air surrounding her, plus her shy reaction to the feel of my rock-hard cock beneath her ass, I was confident that Vince hadn’t been fucking with me when he mentioned Angelique’s cherry—my girl was a virgin. Which led me to assume that instigating intimacy was new to her. I struggled to allow her to take the lead, but I wanted her to break out of her shell with me and feel confident and sexy.

  However, her light, exploring touches eventually became too much for me. I used my thumb to gently pull down her jaw, opening her mouth so that I could plunge my tongue inside. I groaned at the first taste of her flavor and shifted in my seat because my cock became so thick, the skin around it was painfully stretched. It stood at attention, poking out of the waistband of my shorts. It didn’t help that I could feel the heat of her pussy bathing my dick through the thin cloth. The urge to rip her tiny bottoms off and sink inside her hot pussy was
incredibly difficult to ignore.

  Angelique moaned and scooted forward, wrapping her legs around my waist to bring our centers flush so her pussy cradled my dick. I dived one hand into her hair and gripped it so I could tilt her head and deepen the kiss. The other grabbed a handful of her ass and jerked her forward as I lifted my hips. She broke our kiss and dropped her head back, moaning long and loud. The sound shot straight to my cock, and a little come oozed from the tip.

  “Have you ever had a man between your thighs, angel eyes?” I rasped as I glided my lips down the slender column of her throat. I looked up to see Angelique’s face blushed crimson, and she shook her head. “I’m the only man who’s ever going to know that pleasure,” I grunted. Her answer had nearly made me climax, and my dick spurted even more come, making a sticky mess between us. My hands shook as I fought hard to keep from shoving my fat dick into her cherry tight hole and filling her until one of my boys took root.

  “Saint?” Angelique’s soft, confused voice pulled me back, and I focused on her to take my mind off my body’s desires. “I feel...what’s happening to me?” she panted.

  “Trust me, baby,” I murmured as I rocked my pelvis into her. “Let it happen. Let me make you feel good.” Her turquoise eyes had been swirling with trepidation and lust, but the second she decided to trust me, the fear disappeared, and she gave in to the passion.

  Her lids descended, and she dropped her head back, moaning and gyrating her hips, searching for relief. “Fuck, angel eyes,” I groaned. “I love hearing those sexy sounds. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.”

  Angelique shuddered, and her breaths became fast and choppy, making her tits jiggle. I gave in to one of the needs clawing at me and took my hand from her hair to yank her bikini top down, causing her tits to spill free. “Perfect,” I mumbled before bending my head and sucking one puckered, coral nipple into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck these one day.” Angelique shuddered again, and I let her nipple go with a pop to straighten so I could study her face. “Does that turn you on, angel eyes? Do you like it when I tell you what I want to do to you?”

  She swallowed hard, then whispered, “Yes.”

  “My girl gets off on dirty talk? Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

  Angelique blushed even harder, and I punched my hips forward, then in an upward motion to make sure I rubbed against her clit as I growled, “I can’t wait to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy, baby. Then I’m going to impale you on my big, fat cock and fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit the next day.” I repeated the motion, and she sucked in a harsh breath.

  “Please,” she begged. She’d been gripping my shoulders, but she moved one hand to reach down and take hold of one of the strings that kept her bottoms on. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth, brushing a soft kiss over the back before returning it to my shoulder.

  “We’ll get there, angel eyes,” I promised. “But our first time together isn’t going to be a quick fuck in my dressing room. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to make you come and take the edge off.”

  I put both hands on her ass and helped her rub against me, pushing her toward completion. She cried out over and over, getting louder the closer she got.

  “Good girl, angel eyes. Let me hear what I do to you while you take what you need.”

  I went back to loving on her tits while she sped up her pace, and after a few more thrusts, she screamed my name as she broke apart in my arms.

  I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight and barely noticed that I came right after her. She was gorgeous in the throes of passion, and this was only from a little dry humping. Imagining what she would look like when she came with my cock buried deep inside her almost destroyed what was left of my control.

  While I waited for her to float back down to earth, I held her tenderly in my arms and tried to calm my own racing heart and overwhelming hunger. Eventually, her breathing returned to normal, and she collapsed against my chest.

  After a few minutes, I helped her sit up and righted her clothing, before lifting her and setting her on the bench beside me. Then I stood and walked to a table laden with snacks and drinks, but I ignored all of that and snagged my black duffel bag from underneath it. I returned to the bench and set the bag down before rummaging around inside until I found what I was looking for. I withdrew a black T-shirt and shrugged it on, then rooted around some more until I found the spare I kept in there.

  I grinned as I approached Angelique, feeling possessive and cocky at the blissed out expression on her face. When I tugged the shirt over her head, she blinked a few times and seemed to come back to reality. She helped me get her arms through the holes, then looked down and pulled it away from her body. The shirt engulfed her, and her eyes went wide. “Holy cow. You’re huge,” she mumbled. Then her eyes slid over to stare at the large bulge so clearly visible through the loose fabric of my shorts.

  I chuckled as I threw my gear into the bag and zipped it up. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. I might be a big guy, but you were made for me.”

  6

  Angelique

  My brain couldn’t quite wrap around how much had changed since Vince brought me to the stadium for his bout. I’d walked in there dreading the time I was about to spend in a tiny uniform, but Saint had changed that when he threw his robe over me and carried me out of the Octagon. I’d been scared for my safety, and he insisted he’d keep me safe. I’d been a virgin who’d never had a guy give her an orgasm, and he’d changed that too—in a mind-blowing way.

  While I was still feeling the high from my release, Saint led me out of the locker room and through a back hallway where we didn’t see anyone. I stared at him from the passenger seat of his truck as he pulled out of the parking garage, not sure what to think about everything. The silence surrounding us was thick, and I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a nice truck before.”

  “You like my other girl?” Saint’s lips curved up in a grin as he winked at me. “I just got her last month.”

  “Your other girl?” I echoed in confusion.

  His grin widened, and laugh lines bracketed his dark eyes as humor shone from them. “The Ford F-250 Super Duty Platinum might be a big fucking truck, but I still think of her as my girl.” He patted the steering wheel and added, “She was my only one until today.”

  It was hard to believe this sexy older man was referring to me as the girl in his life along with his fancy truck with all the bells and whistles. Saint was a freaking world champion in mixed martial arts with huge endorsement deals. He could get any woman with a snap of his fingers, but for some reason, it seemed that I was the one he wanted. I wasn’t going to talk him out of it, though. Not when he was the answer to my prayers. It was too early to tell if he was going to be around for the long haul, but I was going to go with the flow for the moment and see where this thing with Saint led me. It couldn’t be any worse than the position I’d been in with my brother.

  When Saint pulled up to a huge house about fifteen minutes later, the degree to which my living situation had changed became much clearer. Even back when our parents were around, I’d never lived in anything but dingy apartments or rent by the week motels. Saint’s garage was bigger than the entire place I’d shared with Vince up until a few weeks ago.

  I was already intimidated before we stepped foot into the actual house, but he didn’t seem to notice as he led me through a quick tour of the downstairs before we circled back to the kitchen. It looked as though it could’ve come straight out of a magazine with marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and shiny pots hanging from a rack over the island. I was afraid to touch anything, so I stood there awkwardly as Saint moved with confidence.

  “I’m going to make myself a recovery drink to tide me over while I make dinner.” He pulled a container out of the pantry and set it on the counter next to the sink. “Do you want one, too? It doesn’t have anything that’ll hu
rt you. The ingredients are organic. There are carbs, proteins, electrolytes, antioxidants, and some immune system boosters.”

  It had been way too long since I’d had a decent meal, so I wasn’t about to turn down anything. Not even if I wasn’t too sure about the stuff he was mixing into cold water. “Sure, I guess I could give it a try.”

  He poured me a glass of water and dumped a scoop of the mix in, stirring before handing it over to me. I took a small sip and smiled when the berry lemonade flavor hit my taste buds. “It’s pretty good.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He put the container back in the pantry and headed over to the fridge. “How do you feel about grilled chicken breasts, brown rice, and zucchini?”

  It sounded like the best meal I’d had in a long time. “I like all of it.”

  He flashed me a grin before pulling the chicken and vegetables out. I finished off my drink as he started to get things ready. When it was gone, I walked over to the sink and rinsed out the glass. “Can I help?”

  “Sure. You can be in charge of the zucchini,” he offered before heading outside to start the grill to cook the chicken.

  As I cut the vegetable into chunks, my stomach let out a loud growl right as Saint walked back inside. His attention zeroed in on me, and his dark eyes narrowed. “When’s the last time you ate?”

  My eyes went wide, and my cheeks heated as I bit my bottom lip before I answered his question. I was embarrassed to admit how long it’d been, but the look he gave me made it clear he wasn’t going to let this go. “I had some toast this morning.”

  “Motherfucker,” he bit out, pinching the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb as his nostrils flared. “Are you telling me you’ve been hungry this whole damn time?”