I rotated my pelvis and Lia’s head dropped back as she hissed, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, Lia?”
“I want your baby. Our baby.” She brought her head back up and looked down at me, her eyes blazing with need but also filled with truth as she continued, “I want you to fuck me hard again and again until I’m so full of you that there is no way I won’t be pregnant.”
A triumphant smile stretched across my face and I loosened my hold on her as I punched my pelvis up. “Good girl,” I praised as I began a steady rhythm, my hands guiding her up and down until she was bouncing on my cock. “Ride me, sweetheart. Take what you want.”
I was sure there would be many times in our life where I would look at her and think she’d never been more beautiful, more magnificent. But, right then, it was hard to imagine anything ever topping this moment. The picture of her on top of me, her face a mask of desire, her gorgeous hair flowing down behind her, her tits bouncing. Taking me so fucking deep. Yeah, it was hard to envision anything more perfect.
A tingle started in my spine and my balls drew up, while my legs started to shake. Fuck, I was gonna lose it. Leaning up, I brought Lia’s breasts up to my mouth and sucked on one of her rosy nipples. Her pussy squeezed me even tighter. The fit was so snug I was having trouble just pulling out to plunge back in. I switched to the other side and she let out a keening cry that had the tingle spreading.
“You want my come, sweetheart, you’ve got to let go. I need that tight little pussy to open up so your womb can suck my cock dry.”
“Yes! Becket!” she shouted and her whole body tensed.
“Fuck.” I grunted in pain as her pussy squeezed the life out of my dick. I sat up and my hands flew to her ass, grasping her cheeks. I heaved up onto my knees and Lia’s legs wound around my hips. I spread her ass just enough so I could put the tip of my pinky finger in her puckered little hole then yanked her forward with all my strength as I drove in one last time, bottoming out when the tip of my cock hit her cervix.
Lia screamed and shattered apart. I followed right behind her. Her pussy pulsed with every shudder of pleasure and it milked my cock, my hot come jetting out in spurt after spurt. I could feel how open she was deep inside. Knew my seed was filling her up and somehow, I seemed to explode again, another small orgasm ripping through me. I felt like I should’ve been empty but with every wave of passion, more come shot out.
It spilled out of her body, coating her thighs and dripping between us. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together was all I could hear beyond the pounding of my own heart.
I couldn’t tell you how long this went on. I only know that eventually, we fell back onto the bed and passed the fuck out.
Throughout the night, we reached for each other twice more. When the sun shined through the slits of my curtains, I shifted and groaned at the exhausted state of my muscles.
“Damn it, Becket,” Lia moaned, her body plastered on top of mine. “Stop moving. I’m sore as fuck, thanks to you.” Her head was resting in the hollow of my neck so I knew she couldn’t see the huge grin I was sporting. “Ugh. I don’t know how I’m going to sit down today.” My grin grew impossibly bigger. “Stop smiling, you big jerk.”
I laughed at her disgruntled tone, and it earned me a twisted nipple. “Hey!” I yelped, grabbing her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed each fingertip. “I love knowing you’ll spend all day feeling me inside you. Reminding you who this pussy belongs to.”
Lia sighed, but amusement danced on the edges. “Such a caveman thing to say.”
Laughter bubbled up again and I hugged her close before carefully moving her off of me. I placed a kiss on her temple before climbing off the bed and padding over to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and pulled them on.
I walked to the master bath and turned the light on, then switched on the heat for the tiles and towel bars. Then I made my way over to the deep soaker tub that could fit at least four people. I twisted the handle for the hot water and while it heated up, I went to the sink and knelt down to rummage in the cabinet below.
Delia always stayed with me whenever Zack had to go out of town. Because I’m a sucker for my niece, I let her take over the master suite while I camped out in one of the guest bedrooms. Mostly, I did it because I knew how much she loved using the bathtub. Last time, she’d brought some kind of basket thing full of girly bath shit and left it here. I was pretty sure I’d thrown it under the sink—ah, found it.
I returned to the tub and started to fill it, pouring in some of the bubbly stuff. Then I went back out to the bedroom and lifted a protesting Lia into my arms. “How about a bath, sweetheart?” That perked her up and her pout turned into a dreamy smile.
We soaked together for a while, then showered, which took twice as long since I had to get her even dirtier before I washed her. As the time drew nearer to my shift on the casino floor, I began to regret having taken this job.
However, I’d committed, and Lia mentioned that she needed to spend a little more time playing in a relaxed environment to loosen her up for the tournament. So, after we were dressed and were ready to go, I drove us back to The Lennox Hotel and Casino.
“Promise me you won’t go all caveman, and I’ll think about playing a few rounds at your table,” she offered as we walked hand in hand to the employee door where I needed to clock in.
I dragged her inside with me and pulled her into my arms. “No promises. But I’ll try.” I kissed her passionately, savoring her taste and feel to get me through the next eight hours.
Chapter 9
Becket
It was hard as fuck to not keep my eyes glued to Lia for the next several hours, but I needed to concentrate to do my job. I was damn good at it, and this wasn’t the time to get sloppy. I was slated to deal in the tournament the next day, so like Lia, I was using the time I had to work to get my mind in the right headspace.
Every now and then, I’d allow myself to find her in the room and something began to bother me, though I wasn’t sure what it was. Eventually, Lia sidled up to my table and gave me a saucy wink before sliding onto one of the stools.
After one hand, the woman sitting on the end of the half-moon table, right across from Lia, cashed out her chips and left. Her seat was quickly taken by a man who seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him before. Hand after hand, the niggling feeling kept getting stronger.
The way he kept staring at Lia was getting under my skin, but I’d promised her to try and not scare off the players who knew what they were doing. And, this guy was one hell of a poker player. Though, not as good as Lia.
Something clicked in that moment, and I realized he was the guy at the table the day before. The one who watched Lia like a hawk and ignored my not so subtle hints for him to get the fuck away from my table. Not only that, it hit me what had been bothering me all evening whenever I sought out Lia. More often than not, he was playing at the same table.
I glanced at Lia to gauge her reaction and could tell that she was trying to ignore him, but when she met my gaze, I saw how uncomfortable she was. As I took a gander at the other players, I saw a stiffness to their postures that told me this creep was also bothering them.
I’d had enough. I squatted down under the pretense of grabbing a fresh deck from under the table and used the opportunity to hit the call button on my ear bud.
“Knox.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard Drew’s head of security answer the phone any other way, much less in any other tone. The guy was a robot.
“I need you to take care of a player at table sixteen.”
“Isn’t that your table?” he asked, his tone again, unreadable.
“Yes,” I replied. “He’s making everyone uncomfortable. You’re going to have to come up with a legit reason though. I haven’t been able to find fault with his playing.”
“Are you sure this isn’t just because he looked at your woman o
ne too many times?” It was suddenly Drew’s voice who asked the question.
“He’s making everyone uncomfortable,” I growled defensively. “And yes, he clearly has a death wish since he keeps ignoring my hints to get the fuck away from Lia. So one of you get your ass down here and figure out how to remove him, or you’re going to have a lawsuit on your hands when I beat the shit out of him.”
Drew sighed dramatically and I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t act the same if it were Autumn,” I jibed.
“Fine,” he barked.
I stood back up, grasping the unopened deck of cards. “Sorry. folks, had trouble finding it. Guess I should keep my work space a little tidier. That’s what the ladies like, right?” I grinned and winked at a sweet older lady, making her blush.
As I unwrapped the deck, I glanced at Lia and almost broke out into laughter. She was trying not to glare at the woman who was old enough to be my grandmother. When she caught me staring, she narrowed her eyes in warning. “You owe me,” she mouthed. I grinned because she was cute as fuck. I had no problem paying up.
Knox showed up shortly after and bent down to quietly say something into the guy’s ear. The man nodded and stood. He threw one last nasty look in Lia’s direction, which had me ready to jump over the table and choke the life out of him. Knox seemed to know what I was thinking because he put out a hand towards me and shook his head. “I got it,” he growled and hurried the man off in another direction.
At my next break, I thanked the players and introduced them to my replacement. Lia cashed out, then slipped her card into a small, almost hidden compartment in her wallet. We still used chips at The Lennox, but Drew had switched over to an electronic system so we didn’t have to deal with much cash. Everyone was given a card and you could put money on it with cash or have it wired to your bank account. It was almost like a debit card that only worked at The Lennox Casino tables. Rather than buying chips with cash at the tables and then carrying them around with you, the dealer swiped the player’s card and they could then swipe it at another table in exchange for however many chips they wanted, or could afford, or they could go to the cage and have their money given to them in cash or wired back into their checking account.
Considering the amount of money that had to be on Lia’s card, I wasn’t surprised that she kept it hidden. Even if her wallet was stolen, the thief most likely wouldn’t find the card before she could report it and be issued a new one.
Lia walked with me to the employee entrance, then leaned up on her tip toes to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “I need to go register for the tournament,” she said when she lowered her feet back to the floor. “You get off at eight?”
“Yeah, then I have to meet Drew, Zack, and our friend Griffith for a drink.” I shook my head with irritation. “I tried to get out of it, but Zack and Drew are actually banding together to try and talk Griffith into a multi-year contract. They want to build a shared event space between our hotels and share the talent. Since I own half of Zack’s hotel, they are insisting I be there.”
“Griffith Thorne?” Lia squeaked. Her face was awash with shock as she stared up at me.
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Yes.”
“You’re friends with Griffith Thorne.” It was a statement not a question, but I responded with a nod anyway.
“He’s so ho—um,” she stopped suddenly.
I backed her up until she was against the wall and leaned down, crowding into her space. “He’s so what?” I asked, my tone low and laced with warning.
Her breathing picked up and her gray eye became stormy. “Not you?” she whispered.
“Damn straight,” I snarled.
“Such a caveman.” Lia rolled her eyes, but she didn’t fool me, the storm brewing wasn’t anger, she was turned on and getting hotter by the minute. I fucking hated that I had to finish my shift then go to this stupid meeting.
“Stay away from him,” I ordered.
“Why the hell do I find it so hot when you’re acting like a complete ass?” she hissed.
I grinned and she huffed in annoyance, but I didn’t miss the subtle tightening of her thighs as she pressed them together.
“Go do your thing before I drag you into the nearest dark corner and remind you who you belong to.”
“That’s not exactly a threat, Becket.” She attempted a teasing tone, but it trailed off into a moan when I pushed my hard, fat cock into her belly.
“Sweetheart, that wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. I’ll meet you in your suite when I’m done with my meeting. And you’d better be prepared because you’re going to be screaming the name of the man who owns you until I know you won’t forget it.”
Lia whimpered and I took a deep breath, trying like hell to cool my desire. I put my hands on the wall above her head and dropped my chin, closing my eyes. “Go,” I grunted. I didn’t have the strength to walk away from her. She hesitated and it almost broke me but then she pecked my cheek and slipped out from beneath my arms. It was going to be a long fucking night.
Chapter 10
Lia
Becket was the only person in the world who could knock me off my stride and make it impossible for me to get my game face back on. He got me so worked up that I had to wander around the casino for a while before I headed over to register for the tournament. It took me almost half an hour before I felt like I didn’t still look all hot and bothered from when he’d backed me against a wall and demonstrated how hard I’d made him.
I stopped off at the coffee shop in the lobby to grab an iced tea. I didn’t regret the lack of sleep from the night before—how could I when it’d been so damn enjoyable. I knew I needed the jolt of caffeine to help keep me awake. When I went to hand the barista my key card to have her charge the drink to my room, a masculine voice from behind me said, “Put it on my account.”
“No way.” I dropped a bill on the counter without bothering to look over my shoulder. I didn’t want to do anything to encourage the guy behind me. “Use this.”
“Umm, are you sure? I mean, a free drink is a free drink,” the barista pointed out.
“Yeah, but it’s one that’ll just get me into trouble. My boyfriend wouldn’t be cool with me accepting a drink from another guy, even if it’s just an iced tea. I’d prefer that he’s the one who owes me tonight instead of the other way around.” I almost shivered in anticipation of what he’d come up with to make up for his little flirtation with the elderly lady at his blackjack table earlier. Not that I had anything to worry about, no matter how old she was. But if he could get grumpy about the grandpa with the smooth lines from the other day, then I could give him a hard time too...especially since I knew the end result was going to be some amazing orgasms.
The barista’s eyes darted over my shoulder and went wider before she leaned closer to me. “Maybe your boyfriend would understand if you told him you were doing me a favor by accepting the drink?”
“Look what you’ve done! You’ve got this poor girl so scared she doesn’t even want to take my money,” I hissed as I swiveled on one foot to turn and glare at the guy. It didn’t have the impact I’d hoped for since I had to tilt my head way back before I could meet his eyes. I quickly understood why she was daunted by him, though. He was huge. But then he grinned down at me and she heaved a sigh of relief.
“Technically, I’m not the one buying the iced tea for you since I’m the head of security and use the house account when I’m on site. Becket has access to it as well, just like Drew does at his property. So I’m basically just signing on his behalf because he’s not here to do it for himself.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” He glanced up at the barista. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, can you pour me a coffee?”
“Coming right up,” she chirped, hurrying away to take care of his order.
“It figures that Becket would find a way to pay for stuff when he’s not even here.” I stuffed the bill I’d dropped on the co
unter into the tip jar. His friend chuckled at my grumbling, which only made me glare at him. “I’d thank you for the tea, except the only reason I’m accepting it is because you’re not the one technically buying it for me. So a thank you doesn’t really seem appropriate.”
“Then how about a ‘nice to meet you’ instead?” he asked, his grin growing wider. “I’m Knox Dawson.”
“Nice to meet you, Knox. I’m—”
“Cornelia Carrington. Lia to your friends, and Becket’s woman to any man in your vicinity,” he finished for me.
I wasn’t too surprised that he knew exactly who I was. Security was a serious business in Vegas, especially at the casinos. But it was the end of his description that made me roll my eyes and sigh, “Yup, you’re definitely a friend of Becket’s.”
“Tell him I said hey when you see him later tonight,” he instructed with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Knox might be a friend of his, but that didn’t mean Becket wanted me to pass along a message from the guy. That’d just ruin my plans for the evening because then I’d be the one with an apology to make. “Yeah, nope. I’m not that dumb.”
“Never thought you were,” he assured me.
“And on that note, I’m outta here. Got to get down to registration.” I picked up my tea and hurried away. As I headed towards the room where registration was being held, I donned my poker face—pun intended— and thanked my lucky stars that nobody could tell my panties were still damp from my encounter with Becket.
When I turned the corner to go down the hallway that led to the conference center, I felt a tingle on the back of my neck like someone was watching me. I glanced over my left shoulder to check if anyone was behind me, but I wasn’t fast enough. The person who was back there sped up from my right side and pressed something against my mouth. I took a deep breath to scream, but the sound was muffled by the cloth and a strange taste that went along with the sweet smell filled my mouth. I tried to struggle, but it didn’t do much good because he was bigger than me and it wasn’t too long before I started to feel lethargic.
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