The Rookie

by A J Kent

  I wish we could have used the private jet.

  I suck in a breath as the plane starts making its way towards the runway. You can do this, I whisper to myself over and over. Reminding myself that I’m a strong, fearless woman. It’s just seventy-five minutes in the air, seventy-five minutes and thirty-eight thousand miles vertical from the safety of solid ground. My tummy gurgles and I swallow back the vomit that just raced from my tummy up to my throat. Not today. I will not be that one person who throws up, stinking up the whole plane.

  When Lottie said she was going to plan a kick-ass birthday, I did not realise that kick-ass birthday involved me getting on a flight and travelling to Las Vegas. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she planned something like this and so last minute. We’ve always spoken about coming to Las Vegas so for that I am forever grateful, but my head and body cannot stop thinking about my father.

  I’m not usually afraid of flying. In fact, I usually love being above the clouds. I always feel weightless, like I’m in control. But right now, all I can think about is him and his next move. Where is he? Is he following me? Does he know I am sat on this plane? Does he know that I am travelling to Vegas? Is he on this plane himself watching my every move? I no longer feel in control of my life, somehow, he seems to know where I am and that makes me uneasy. I feel like an animal at the zoo, every movement being tracked and recorded.

  I turn twenty-seven today and if my Dad sticks to his usual routine, a letter will be arriving for me in a few hours. Clearly, I am not at home, so Theodore has arranged for his friends Thomas and Fin to wait at my apartment for the letter with strict instructions to scan it and send to Theodore or Henley as soon as it arrives.

  I want to know what the letter says. I want to know what my father has written as this time we are expecting a direct threat to my life, but Theodore has forbidden me from seeing it, at least until tomorrow when my birthday is over. His exact words were, “Today you are going to have the time of your life and act like you have no care in the world. Tomorrow we can go back to reality and worry about the psycho who wants to kill you.”

  His words made me smile but the reality is that nothing is going to make me forget about my father wanting to kill me. The press have even started documenting the murders. They’ve labelled him as the Seven Sin’s Killer. Fitting right. Well, as long as his body count stays that way. If he’s coming for me, then clearly, he has no intention to sticking to his pattern.

  I shake the thoughts of my father from my head and dig my nails in Theodore’s thigh as the plane rushes down the runway and takes off, steadily and briskly taking us above the clouds. A few moments later the plane levels and I finally breathe an air of relief.

  “Are you ready to a night to remember?” Theodore asks as he leans closer to me and whispers in my ear. The smell of his minty fresh breath sends surges of electricity down my spine.

  My cheeks flush as and I turn to face him, “I was expecting more of a night that I would not remember if you know what I mean.”

  He laughs and shakes his head, his voice low and deep, “I plan on you remembering everything,” his eyes are hooded and are lingering on my lips. I rub my left hand over my mouth to try and to stop the extreme tingling coating them right now.

  “As long as there’s vodka and lots of it, I’m game.” Theodore might want to make it a night to remember but I want it to be a night to let loose and forget about everything and everyone. I want to let my hair down, get drunk and maybe win some cash. After all, it’s Vegas baby.

  The flight goes by in a flash and before I know it the boys are ushering Lottie and I into a black Sedan car that’s here to pick us up and take us to our hotel. The car pulls off from the airport and I wind my window down, the Nevada heat washing over my face as the car plummets down the highway. I’m not sure speed restrictions are a thing in Vegas. As we continue to drive down the highway the arid, beige surroundings suffocate the car on either side.

  Fifteen minutes later the sedan is making its way down the famous Las Vegas strip where hotels and casinos fill the space on either side of the road. The black sedan pulls up outside a white hotel, fit for a Roman God. Caesars Palace. Theodore opens the door for me, and I hop out, the heat sticking to my bare legs. I look up and the polished columns, spraying water fountains and large red writing take my breath away. Okay, I now agree with Theodore, I want this to be a night that I will remember.

  ◆◆◆

  “I can’t believe you got us a penthouse suite,” I say as I take in the whole room. The room or should I say mini indoor mansion has two floors, a water feature in the middle of the room and a balcony fit for a Queen with a fully functioning hot tub, BBQ and dining set. The room is contemporary but still features a class Romanesque theme with royal blue and champagne tones coating the contents of the room.

  “Well the room had nothing to do with me, Theodore pulled this one out of his baseball cap,” she laughs as she pushes open the glass doors and walks out onto the balcony.

  I smile and turn to face Theodore, “How did you manage to pull this off? You were with me the whole time,” I question as I walk over to where he’s setting down the suitcases the bellboy just brought into the room.

  “I have my ways, you deserve the best,” he says smiling down at me, making my knees buckle at his toothy grin. Come on, someone smiling at me with their teeth should not make me weak at the knees.

  “I dread to think how much this is going to cost when we check out.” I bet a penthouse suite at Caesars Palace would break the bank. I’m not exactly poor but I don’t have spare money to splash on fancy hotel rooms.

  He holds his hand up and shakes his pretty head, “It is already paid for blondie. You don’t need to cover anything.” I open my mouth and go to say something but Theodore’s finger crashes on my lips, stopping me in my tracks and nearly pushing me over the edge. This man is driving me insane. Just having a finger on my lips is making my whole-body tingle, just imagine how it would feel if he graced my mouth with those sensational lips he has.

  I’ve not been able to shake the thought of nearly kissing him at the club a few weeks ago. We were so close. I’m not sure if he was drunk but he wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss him. If Henley and Lottie hadn’t walked out and interrupted us, I have no idea where we would be right now. Would things be awkward between us or would we continue to steal secret kisses from each other, hidden from everyone else.

  I don’t think anything’s going to be more awkward than me walking in on Theodore masturbating.

  Although, it has made my one on one session far more exciting.

  The clearing of a throat draws my attention back to the real world, “So what is the plan of action?” Henley asks as he removes his shirt. If I wasn’t so hung up on Theodore, Henley would be a good substitute, I can see why Lottie is so attracted to him.

  “Well,” Lottie says as she rubs her hands together for dramatic effect. “First we are going to have some brunch as I am bloody starving, then pre-drinks by the pool and then we are going to go to the masquerade evening at the casino tonight.”

  A huge smile takes over my face, ‘A woman after my own heart” I say as I pull Lottie in for a big hug.

  “Do we need to dress up for that mask thing tonight?” Henley enquires.

  “What do you think?” Lottie winks as she breaks our hug.

  Henley and Theodore groan in unison, muttering something under their breath to one another. Lottie and I share a look and laugh before heading to our room upstairs to get ready for brunch and a day at the pool.

  A few hours and about ten martinis later, Lottie and I are making our way down to the casino to meet up with Henley and Theodore for the Masquerade evening. Lottie sorted everyone’s outfits and masks out so I cannot wait to see the lads dressed up. They look good in anything, so I know they are going to blow everyone away with whatever they’re wearing.

  As we walk into the casino the scene before me is quite extraordinary. There are
hundreds of people dressed head to toe in beautiful ballgowns and tuxedos with an array of different coloured and styles of masks covering their faces.

  “This looks amazing,” I say to Lottie as she wraps her elbow around my arm, pulling me deeper into the room.

  She nods, “Incredible. Just like our men over there.”

  Our men. I love how that sounds. I know nothing is ever going to happen between Theodore and I as he has made that perfectly clear, but at least I can pretend. Even if it’s just for one night, it is my birthday after all. Nobody can deny the birthday girl what she wants.

  Lottie pulls me to where Henley and Theodore are stood, each of them with a drink in their hands. I bet Theodore is drinking scotch. It’s his favourite.

  My breath hitches and my heartbeat increases as my eyes lock on Theodore’s body.

  Holy fucking wow.

  Theodore looks out of this world. He’s wearing black fitted trousers, a tight white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up showcasing the thick veins in his forearms and he’s wearing a light grey waistcoat and a light grey mask. The mask only covers the top half of his face, making his emerald green beauties shine more than usual and emphasising his incredible mouth that I want to explore every crevice of my body. A shiver overcomes my body as I envisage his lips invading my skin.

  Lottie calls out to the boys as we get closer and both men turn around, nearly tipping their drinks in the process.

  “Exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” Lottie says a smirk taking over her ruby covered lips.

  Henley takes a large sip of his drink before his eyes linger on Lottie’s body. “You look amazing,” he says, drool practically seeping from his lips.

  She laughs dropping her arm from mine, linking hers with his instead, “So do you. Now let’s go and play some games,” she says dragging him over to a poker table.

  I stand there and smile as Theodore walks closer to me taking my hand and pulling it to his mouth, “Well, you have outdone yourself.”

  I laugh. “I think the same could be said about you. I think there’s going to be a lot of women with very wet panties tonight,” I say as Theodore’s arm wraps around my waist.

  His body goes rigid and his fingers dig into my skin making me feel all kinds of wonderful things. He looks down tilting my chin up with his hand so he’s looking me directly in the eye, “There’s only one pair of panties I care about getting wet, Rory.”

  I hope he’s talking about me.

  This girl wants a birthday present.

  17

  Theodore

  My pants grow tighter as my dick swells in my boxers. The thought of Rory having wet panties because of me is driving me wild. It took all my strength not to bend her over one of the roulette tables and fuck her into oblivion. I don’t even care if people watched. Hell, it would make the whole thing sexier.

  Rory looks at me with hooded eyes, filled with lust. Sex seeping through every pore on her perfect face and curvaceous body. It looks like this birthday girl wants a present and I might just have to deliver. It would be rude not to after all.

  “So where to first?” she asks as her hand runs down my arm.

  I smile before scanning the room, “You’re the birthday girl, the room is yours. You pick and I’ll follow,” she bites her lips before inspecting the choices.

  “I’m feeling like roulette, how about you?” I feeling like fucking you on the roulette table if that’s what you’re asking. I clear the thought from my head and put my hand on the small of her back as I lead her towards one of the many roulette tables that fills the casino.

  We stand next to the table and watch as the black and red wheel spins. Rory’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she watches the person before us win on a lucky number seven. How convenient. Everything seems to be happening in sevens.

  I lean in and ask Rory what bet she wants to make, and she whispers the amount in my ear. Birthday girl is feeling ballsy tonight. I put down a two-hundred-dollar chip and Rory chooses the number twenty-seven, fitting considering we are celebrating her twenty-seventh birthday. The rest of the table places their bets and the dealer spins the wheel before throwing in a small black ball. The black and red wheel spins, dollar signs appearing in the eyes of the veteran gamblers huddled around the table. The black balls spins around the table as the wheel turns in a counter clockwise action. A few seconds pass and the wheel starts to lose momentum, slowing the speed of the ball.

  “Winning number, twenty-seven,” the middle-aged dealer announces.

  Rory’s eyes double in size and she jumps up and down. “I won, I won. I can’t believe I won,” she shouts at the top of her voice. The people around the table grumble and shoot us unpleasant scowls, but I don’t care, Rory is happy so nothing or nobody is going to dampen that.

  “Well done, Ror, grab your winnings,” I say as I rub my hand on her back.

  She smiles and grabs her winning chips, “Ha, who knew that a number with a seven in would actually turn out to be a good thing.” I’m glad she’s seeing the funny side of this. I don’t think a lot of people would be able to go on with their days knowing that someone was after them.

  “How do you feel about poker?” Rory asks as she turns the winning chip in the fingers. The movement making my whole-body ache for her touch.

  I smile and lean down to whisper in her ear, “If it happens to be strip poker, then I’m game.” Her lips part and her legs clench together at my words. I love how her body responds to my words.

  She pretends to look around the room and pouts at her findings, “There doesn’t seem to be a table for that.” I laugh and grip my hand tighter around her waist as we walk around the room.

  “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want other people seeing you strip anyways.” Rory snaps her head around to face me and looks at me with heat burning in her sapphires.

  She looks around the room one more time before grabbing my hand and pulling me from the crowded casino to a desolate corridor, “You’re killing me, Theodore,” she pauses as she pushes my body against the wall, “You have two options here,”. Oh fuck. I’m not sure I like where this is going. Don’t lie, you are basically praying for this to go one of two ways.

  Rory’s breathing and nails digging into my chest refocuses my attention back to her, “You either kiss me or I go back to the penthouse with another man. Your choice Theodore. But choose quickly, the offer is only on the table for a few minutes.”

  I am going to do more than kiss you, sweetheart.

  I briefly close my eyes before spinning Rory around, placing her back against the wall she just had me against. I lift her one hand above her head and use my other to pull her face closer to mine. Our breathing speeds up and sync in unison as I move her face closer to mine. Her chest rises, her tits spilling out of her dress. The hand above her hand kneads into mine. With need, with want, with desire. Fuck, she wants this just as much as me.

  The reflection from the lights around us glow on her body, on her face, making her skin look smoother and silkier than it usually does. Making her features appear more delicious and mouth-watering. I grip her cheek with my hand, and she closes her eyes as I crash my lips against hers. Fireworks and pure ecstasy instantly consume my senses and body as her plump lips part, allowing me passage into her sweet little mouth.

  The smell of her fruity fragrance consumes my senses as I devour her mouth. The taste of her passionfruit martinis lingers on my tongue as she strokes mine with hers. Her mouth widens allowing me to explore it more deeply, more aggressively. Our tongues wrap around each other, a groan escapes her lips as I make a contortive sweep of her mouth. The sound making my dick double in size and pulse against my dress pants. Her lips intoxicate me as she takes control.

  She drops her hand from mine and rubs her hands through my hair, tugging and pulling as she nibbles my bottom lip. Fuck this woman is everything. My heart begins to pound faster against my chest and the desire increases as I rub my hands all over her body, exploring and searchi
ng for the curves that I’ve longed to touch. The curves that turn my world upside down. I run my fingers down her neck as she rubs her hands over my chest. The sensation of her touch lingering with every movement she makes. The ferocity of her mouth on mine increases, groans and moans escape our throats as our lips crash against each other.

  I run my hand through her hair and tug, she graces me with the most mouth-watering groan known to man. I continue kissing her like our life depends on it. Cherishing every moment, savouring every taste. My body and mind feel electric, like all of my senses have been set on fire.

  “I need you Theodore,” Rory whispers into my ear in between kisses, her breath covering my skin with goose bumps.

  “Need me how sweetheart?” I question.

  I need her to say the words. I want her to say the words.

  “I need you to fuck me, Theodore. I need you to fuck me now.”

  I pull my lips from hers, already missing the connection. “That’s a big request there, Holmes. Are you sure you’re prepared for that to happen?”

  I don’t know why I’m stalling. There’s nothing I want more than to be buried balls deep in this woman, but I need to make sure she knows what she’s asking of me.

  She groans as I run my fingertips down the middle of her chest. “Theodore, you better fuck me now or I am going to go upstairs and use my hands to fuck myself.”

  Well she doesn’t need to ask me twice.

  My brain is electrified as I grab her arm and pull her towards the door that leads to a stairwell. If I’m fucking this women, there’s not a chance in hell that I’m letting anyone else see her naked body. The only man who is going to touch her body is me. Tonight she belongs to me. Tonight, she is mine.