The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  “What?” I demand.

  He starts coughing as he tries to cover up his laughter. He finally stops and looks at me. He’s trying to be serious, but the smirk on his face tells me it’s hard for him.

  “Yes, I’ve done that.”

  I ponder that sentence as I look him in the eyes. Of course he’s done it. Look what I’m willing to let him do to me. I’m sure women have just said ‘take me however you want me’.

  “Why haven’t we done it?” I ask curiously.

  That got a serious look from him. The smirk vanishes and his eyebrows shoot up. “Have you done it before?” he asks slowly.

  I shake my head. “No, but you also haven’t even tried with me. Why not?”

  He places his hands on my arms shoulders. “I’ve just never thought of it.”

  “Hmm,” I say.

  “What?”

  I let out a sigh and unfold my arms. “I don’t know if I should be thankful or offended.”

  He chuckles pulling me into a hug. “Is that something you want to try?”

  I look up at him. Is it? Not really. I’ve heard some horror stories from Courtney. That girl will try anything. But if it’s something he likes… “If you want to, I would try it.”

  He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Anal is one of those things that you want because you can’t have it.” He shrugs. “With you, I don’t need it.”

  I sigh in relief, and that makes him chuckle again. “Turn around,” he orders with a smile on his face.

  I turn for him, and he starts rubbing my ass with his palm. “It still has my handprint,” he says quietly.

  I turn and place my hands on his face. “Don’t do that. We were both rough last night.” I smile as I look at the hickey on his neck and the scratch marks on his chest that cut through the red lipstick marks.

  “I was too rough.” He places his hand on my collarbone where he bit me.

  “I never told you to stop,” I remind him. I have come to the conclusion; the rougher the better.

  He smiles. “True.” He takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the day.” He pulls me toward the bathroom. “How do you feel?”

  “Like shit.” I look at myself in the mirror and cringe. My makeup is probably all over those expensive sheets and comforter that we destroyed. What’s left of my mascara and black eyeliner is smeared under my eyes.

  He turns to face me in the mirror. “You have been cussing a lot lately,” he says with a smile on his face.

  I shrug. “You’re wearing off on me, is all.”

  “Oh is that it? You’re going to blame me?” he teases, turning the shower on.

  I nod my head.

  “Well maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap,” he says in all seriousness.

  I walk up to him with a smirk on my face as I grab his semi-hard dick in my hand.

  “Whoa.” He tries to jump back, but I don’t let go.

  “I can think of something else you can clean my mouth out with.” My eyes drop down to his growing erection in my hand.

  “Jesus Christ, Angel,” he hisses. “You’re trying to kill me.”

  I let go and push away from him. “If you can’t take it…” I enter the shower.

  I hear the shower door slam behind me, and I turn around to see him staring down at me. “I can take it.”

  I tilt my head. “Are you sure about that?”

  He reaches down and starts stroking himself. His large, firm hand wraps around his now fully erect dick. And I’m pretty sure it’s the sexiest thing he has ever done. Watching him pleasure himself is turning me on more and more every second.

  “You’re going to be the one to take it.” His deep, commanding voice makes a shiver run through my body. “Now. To your knees.” His voice has turned rough, and it makes me break out in goosebumps.

  He’s right. I am. I go down to my knees and look up at him as he gives me just what I want.

  *****

  We walk out of the bedroom to find Parker sitting on the couch. “Wow.” He whistles. “You two clean up nicely.” He looks down at his watch. “Even if it did take you forever.”

  “Why are you even here?” I ask.

  He ignores me and looks at Slade. “Now I know why you’re marrying her.” He lifts his hand and gestures toward our bedroom. “Freaky.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I like that.”

  “What’s the plan for today?” I turn to ask Slade, ignoring him this time.

  “How about some shopping?” Slade suggests, looking over to me from the window.

  “Dude, we are not going shopping,” Parker whines.

  Slade looks from me to Parker. “Do you want to go shopping?” he asks me.

  I turn and give Parker a big smile. “Yes. I do.”

  He lets out a sigh. “Shopping it is,” he relents, standing up. “Please tell me we are at least going to go out tonight and get trashed?” Parker pleads.

  “It’s whatever Angel wants to do,” Slade states as he sits down and slides on his shoes.

  “I want to gamble. I’m thinking blackjack.” I love blackjack. My dad always had game nights with his employees, and I would always take their money.

  Parker smiles. “I’m pretty good at blackjack. I can show you a few things.”

  I just nod. I’m sure I’ll show him a few things.

  We go to walk out of our suite when I feel my phone in my pocket vibrate.

  Missy: Will you help me do my hair and makeup tonight?

  I smile, remembering when she asked me that just a couple of days ago while lying on my bathroom floor.

  Me: Yes. Have you landed yet?

  I hated that she had to stay back a day for school but at least she was able to come in the first place.

  Missy: Yes. I just checked into my hotel room.

  Me: We are about to go do some shopping. Would you like to come?

  Missy: Sounds good. I will meet you down in the lobby.

  Me: Okay.

  “Missy is going to go shopping with us,” I announce once we get into the elevator.

  “Oh, has she arrived?” Slade looks down at his watch. “I thought she wasn’t coming in until three.”

  I shrug. “She said she’s already in her room.”

  Parker rubs his hands together. “Who is this Missy chick? Is she single and dirty?”

  I pull my lip back in disgust. “Dirty? As in like nasty? No. Missy is very sweet and pretty. Way out of your league,” I mumble.”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “I meant dirty as in ‘down to get dirty’.”

  Before I can tell him I’m not getting what he’s trying to say, Slade speaks up. “She’s off-limits, Parker.”

  Just as we step off of the elevator we come face to face with Tate. He’s standing there with his hands in his worn-out jean pockets as he looks around the noisy casino. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  He turns to look at me. “Been playing some cards,” he says.

  “Win anything?” Parker asks.

  Tate nods but doesn’t offer up how much he has won. “We are getting ready to go do some shopping. Do you want to join us?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. I’m thinking about going up to my room to take a nap.”

  Parker waves his hand in the air. “You can sleep later. Let’s go find us some bitches for tonight.”

  That gets a smile out of Tate. “Sounds good.”

  They start to walk off when the elevator across of us opens and out walks the cutest little blonde I know.

  “Hey guys,” Missy says walking over to us. “Ready to go do some shopping?” she says with a smile on her face.

  I can’t help but love Missy. I wasn’t lying when I told Parker that she was pretty. She is the natural, girl next door pretty. Her dirty blond hair hangs down past her shoulders and her black rimmed glasses she’s always pushing up her nose has her looking like the naughty little school teacher at times. She is just as nice as she is pretty as well. She’s so petite you just want to put her
in your pocket.

  “Absolutely,” I say walking over to her and leaving the guys behind us. “I’m thinking that I want a new pair of heels to wear tonight,” I say to her, and we start to walk off.

  “I want to buy a sexy dress,” she says surprising me.

  I look over at her. “Sexy?” I’m pretty sure that the only kind of clothes Missy owns is jeans, t-shirts, and Nikes. More comfortable than sexy.

  “Oh yeah. Like Vegas sexy.” She wiggles her eyebrows making me laugh.

  I remember back to us in my guest bathroom as she told me she wanted to feel pretty, and I can’t help but smile.

  “Alright then. Let’s find you a sexy dress,” I say wrapping my arm around her.

  I look over my shoulder as we walk out of the front doors of the hotel. The guys are trailing behind us as they talk about our plans for tonight. Slade gives me a little wink before he turns his attention over to Parker.

  *****

  SLADE

  I look at the cards that are laid out in front of me. A ten and a five. Fifteen. I tap the green felt deciding to go for it.

  I see Angel shake her head from beside me as if she wouldn’t have not done that.

  “Bust,” the dealer calls out as he lays a seven down. What the fuck? I’m not doing well at all.

  After we had finished up shopping we all decided to do some gambling before getting ready to go out tonight. Too bad I’m losing my ass.

  Angel, on the other hand, is kicking ass. Missy is still trying to understand how to play the game. Tate finally threw his cards down in frustration and gave up trying to explain to her how to play; now he’s just helping her out. I’m pretty sure he felt sorry for her, losing every single hand. And Parker is doing about as well as I am.

  But the losing part is not what has my anger rising—it’s the older man who is sitting to the left of Angel. I keep catching him staring at her. Well, more like staring at her breasts. Every time I catch him he just gives me a smile showing me his nasty-ass rotten teeth.

  The guy is really starting to piss me off. Every time she wins a hand he says something to her. Keeps asking her questions like where she learned to play and shit. She keeps her answers short and sweet.

  If he says one more thing I’m going to punch him in the face. I reach down and finish off my rum and Coke. I look over at Parker, and his eyes move back and forth from me and the fucker who keeps eyeing Angel. He knows shit is about to go down. I don’t even think Tate realizes what’s going on. He’s too busy arguing with Missy about the ace of spades.

  The dealer deals another hand, and this time I wave him off when I see I’m sitting at twelve. My luck, I will get the one and only card that will take me over twenty-one.

  Angel smiles over at me as if she’s proud I decided to stay. She then taps the felt for another card and sure enough gets the queen of hearts.

  Shit! Thank God I didn’t hit again.

  This girl can play blackjack, I’ll give her that. Parker opens his mouth and shuts it a few times as if he wants to comment on her good luck, but decides against it. It’s obviously not beginner’s luck, considering we have been sitting here for over three hours now, and she’s up by thousands of dollars.

  My back stiffens as the nasty toothy guy leans over on his elbows to speak to Angel. “Damn girl, you’re good.”

  She places her hand on my knee and gives it a little pat, silently telling me to not say a fucking word. “Thank you,” she replies sweetly.

  “Is that how you paid for those big tits?” His eyes drop to her chest as he wiggles his eyebrows, making her gasp. “Or do you get them for her?” His eyes meet mine, and I don’t even think about what I do next. It just happens.

  I am out of my chair and punching the fuck out of him before he even sees it coming.

  CHAPTER NINE

  SAMANTHA

  Slade throws the guy up against the table, knocking chips everywhere as cards go flying. The dealer tosses his hands up into the air and starts yelling for security as a man behind him gets on his phone. The drink gets knocked out of my hand and spills all over my chest and down onto my lap as Slade wrestles with the older guy.

  Before I can even get out of my chair I’m shoved out of it and land flat on the floor. Parker jumps up and helps me stand as Tate leaps from his chair as well. Parker tries to pull my shirt down that has been pushed up from my fall. If it were other circumstances, I would be batting his hand away, but I’m too busy watching my fiancé punch what looks to be a homeless man in the face.

  Some random idiot from the table next to us jumps on Parker’s back, shoving us both forward when they run into me. Parker takes the guy down to the ground as I watch Slade throw another punch. I throw my hands up in the air.

  What the fuck is he doing?

  I look over his shoulder behind him and see a slew of men dressed in dark uniforms running toward us to break it up. Tate grabs a hold of the guy who is on Parker’s back to pull him off.

  I stand back not wanting to get trampled. These guys look like they are on a mission as they come racing toward us. They look like rent-a-cops to me, but I don’t wanna push my luck.

  Two of them grab Slade by the shoulders and pull him off as he yells at the homeless guy who is smiling through the blood covering his face. I just shake my head. What an idiot. All of them.

  “Are you okay?” Missy asks wide eyed.

  “Yes.” I cross my hands over my wet chest as they place Slade in handcuffs. Thank God he’s not trying to fight them, it would just make it worse for him.

  “Angel,” he calls. I walk over to him with my eyes narrowed. “Grab my wallet out of my pocket.” He takes in a deep breath. “If there’s not enough cash in there you know my pin number for the ATM.”

  I nod as I reach into his back pocket and pull it out without speaking to him. I feel the need to punch him as well. We are supposed to be having fun on our bachelor/bachelorette party weekend and instead he’s getting arrested. In Vegas, of all places.

  Just fucking great.

  They jerk him by his arms and start to walk off with him. I look at Parker who has been pushed face down onto the blackjack table by two other guys. He, on the other hand, is not going quietly.

  “You can’t arrest us. Do you know who I am?” He continues to go on and on about himself.

  I release a sigh. I knew he wasn’t smart.

  I go to follow Slade but another man comes to stand in front of me and speaks.

  “You can’t come miss.”

  “I’m his fiancée,” I say irritated. “I need to bail him out.”

  He shakes his head. Before I can get more pissed, the other two pull Parker up to stand, with his hands now cuffed behind his back. “I will take care of it,” he assures me with confidence.

  I roll my eyes. “What are you going to do?” I ask arching an eyebrow. Tell them more about yourself?

  “I’m a cop, sweetheart.” He smiles as I think my jaw hits the floor. “You and Missy go up to your room and just wait. Like I said, I’ll take care of it,” he repeats as they start to pull him off after Slade.

  You can hear him rambling off his name and his father’s name as they drag him away. I look up to see people staring at me with wide eyes, and I lower my head in embarrassment.

  I turn around and see Micah approaching with Josh. Courtney and Holly are running in front of them.

  “Are you girls okay?” Courtney asks, looking me up and down before turning her head to Missy.

  “Yes.” I bend over picking up my purse. “They wouldn’t let me follow to bail him out. Parker said he would take care of it.”

  “How’s he going to do that?” Courtney asks

  “Parker is a cop,” Josh answers.

  “With him being a cop and Slade being an attorney, they will be out within an hour,” Micah assures me.

  I nod as I open my purse and pull out my phone. “Shit,” I cuss as the alcoholic drink runs off of it onto the floor.

  “Come on,”
Micah says to all of us. “Let’s go find you some rice and a bag to put that in.”

  Slade is so dead.

  “Are you sure you girls are okay?” Tate asks breathing heavily. His shirt has some sort of liquid splattered on it along with his jeans.

  “Where the hell were you?” I snap. I saw him jump in, but why didn’t he get arrested?

  His eyes narrow on me. “I was trying to talk them out of getting arrested,” he shoots back.

  “Well it obviously didn’t work,” I mumble.

  He wraps an arm around me and sighs. “They will get out of it.”

  “How can you be so sure?” How long will it take them to release them? Can they keep him the rest of the weekend?

  “Did you hear Parker? They will be throwing him back out into the streets in no time,” he jokes, making me laugh.

  *****

  SLADE

  I’m sitting next to Parker on a bench downstairs in the casino as their wanna-be cops are on the phone. I pulled my attorney card and Parker pulled his cop card. They said they are holding us until the Las Vegas police come to pick us up. Something about how they don’t have the ability to transport criminals. I rolled my eyes at that one while Parker told them to ‘fuck off’.

  I look over at the door when I hear it open, thinking it will be Angel.

  “She’s not coming,” Parker says looking from the door to me.

  “What?”

  “The cops wouldn’t allow her down here. Especially since they can’t keep us here. She would have to go to the county jail to bail you out.” He smiles. “I thought she was going to punch him.”

  I lay my head back against the concrete wall. “She has my wallet.” I close my eyes.

  “You don’t need your fucking wallet. We are not giving them a fucking penny.” His voice rises as he spits the words out to the cops sitting behind their desks while on the phone.

  I sigh. If we end up in Las Vegas county lock-up, I won’t be surprised.

  “Just shut up,” I growl harshly.

  His head snaps over to look at me. “They can’t touch us.”

  We sit side by side not speaking as the minutes pass by. I rest my head against the wall once again and close my eyes when Parker’s laughter gets my attention.