The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  “You think this is funny?” I ask with no humor in my voice.

  “I think it’s funny that at thirty years old we finally get arrested for a fight that wasn’t even that rewarding. How many times have we beat the fuck out of someone for pissing us off? This one time, we are the ones to get in trouble.”

  We have been in countless fights throughout our days.

  “Oh and the fact that you’re in trouble.” He smiles at me.

  I frown. “Why am I in trouble?”

  “Your woman was pissed. You were too busy to see it. Once I helped her up off the floor, she was drilling holes into your head.”

  “Fuck,” I curse lightly. “She is going to kill me.” My jaw clenches.

  He nods with a smile on his face. “Maybe she will leave you and date me.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

  “You are lucky my hands are cuffed behind my back because I would break your fucking nose right now,” I growl. “That would be rewarding,” I mumble.

  He just chuckles shaking his head. I close my eyes and sigh. I can’t believe it. In all of my life I have never been in handcuffs, yet this is the second day in a row I have ended up with my hands cuffed behind my back. Last night was much more enjoyable.

  He chuckles again, and if I was one of those cops, I would think Parker’s drunk. We have drank quite a bit today. “You know I’m just joking. I think she’s good for you.”

  “Really?” I say dryly. “How so?” I probably don’t want to hear his bullshit answer, but it’s not like I’m going anywhere.

  He shrugs. “You seem happy.”

  “That’s because I am,” I respond flatly.

  He goes to speak but one of the rent-a-cops walks up to us and looks down at us sitting on the bench.

  “Okay boys, you’re free.” He jiggles the key in front of my face. “But one more fight, and you’re spending the night in a Las Vegas jail.”

  I stand up and look down at him, my eyes narrowed. I turn facing the wall letting him remove the cuffs.

  Once undone, I pull my cell out of the bag they had put it in and call Angel. Straight to voicemail.

  I run a hand through my hair placing my phone back in my pocket. Yep. She’s pissed.

  “Did she push the fuck you button?” Parker asks as we walk through the doors.

  “What?”

  “You know, the fuck you button.” I look over at him with an eyebrow raised. “The ignore button,” he says rolling his eyes. “Don’t you keep up with the lingo?”

  “No. I don’t hang out with teenagers anymore to keep up with the lingo. And no, it went straight to voicemail.”

  He laughs. “Even better. No worries, though. I told her I was going to get you out. It’s not like she planned on leaving you down here. She was going to follow to pay your bail.”

  Yeah, probably so she could beat me herself.

  We get off the elevator and walk to my room. I open the door with my card and see everyone sitting around in the living room. Everyone except Angel. “Where is she?” I ask looking to Micah.

  “She’s in the bedroom,” he says with a look of pity on his face.

  I nod my head and leave everyone talking to Parker as I go to face her and apologize, once again.

  I step through the bedroom door and see her. She has her back toward me, and she is throwing stuff into a suitcase.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Do you ever think before you act?” she demands keeping her back to me.

  “Not really.” I shrug, answering honestly.

  She turns around, and I see her shirt and jeans are wet. I sigh. “I’m sorry,” I say hanging my head. “I tried calling you,” I say quietly.

  “Well the fucking drink that landed on me drenched my purse, which is where my phone was,” she snaps.

  “I’ll buy you another one.” There, that was simple.

  “That’s not the point,” she yells at me. “You can’t just throw money at shit, Slade.”

  I rock back on my heels placing my hands in my pockets. “So, what is the point exactly?” I ask cautiously.

  Her mouth falls open. “Really?” She turns back around giving me her back and continues throwing clothes into her bag.

  “Ange…”

  She spins around and throws a shirt at me. I pick it up off my shoulder as she starts to scream at me. “The point is that you have to start shit everywhere we go.”

  “I started shit?” I take a step toward her. “You’re blaming me?” I demand.

  “Yes,” she snaps. “You just had to jump on that man and start a fight.”

  “He was looking down at your tits.” I gesture to her massive cleavage with my hands.

  “Oh, so it’s my fault?” She places her hands on her hips.

  “Well…” My eyes look down to her now soaked white shirt, and I can’t help but think of the time I spilled my beer all over her at Larry’s. “They are hanging out,” I point out the obvious.

  She gasps, and her eyes widen. “You bought me this shirt, Slade.” She points to it. “Don’t want men looking at my tits? Then buy me a fucking knitted sweater that comes up to my neck,” she yells.

  This is ridiculous. “I will always defend you,” I shoot back.

  “He was a homeless man.” She throws her arms out to her side.

  I snort. “A homeless man does not have the funds to sit and play blackjack for hours. He was a shark.”

  “Argh,” she growls, grabbing her bag, and starts walking to the bedroom door. “This is pointless,” she spits out.

  “Just where do you think you’re going?” I demand harshly.

  “To stay in Missy’s room.”

  I grab her arm. She spins around and pulls out of my grasp. “The hell you are,” I say looking down at her with narrowed eyes.

  “Watch me.” She pushes the bedroom door open with force, and I hear a thud followed by a mumbled, “Fuck.”

  Then I hear Angel speak. “Why the hell were you that close to the door? We were yelling for Christ’s sake.”

  I walk through the door and see Parker holding his nose in his hand. I try to hide my laughter with a cough.

  “Fuck you, man,” he says wincing.

  I shrug. “You shouldn’t have been listening.” I then turn and run after her, ignoring the look of sympathy on everyone’s face.

  CHAPTER TEN

  SAMANTHA

  I’m walking down the hallway to Missy’s room when I hear the door to our room open and close, and I let out a sigh. I didn’t think Slade was going to let me go that easily. I spin around and drop my bag as I see him stalking toward me. He stops a few steps in front of me and places his hands in his front pockets again.

  “Look, I’m sorry for getting you and your phone wet.”

  I notice he doesn’t apologize for starting the fight. “Are you going to apologize for starting that fight?” I arch an eyebrow.

  “No,” he says with no remorse.

  “Slade?” I snap.

  He releases a sigh. “Do we really need to have this talk again?”

  “What talk?” I place my hands on my hip.

  He smirks. “The one where I remind you that I’m possessive and overly protective of you? Why would I apologize for that?”

  My hands fall to my side, and I release a long breath. “So what, he looked at my tits? He wasn’t touching me, and if he would have, I would have punched him myself. You could have gone to jail tonight, Slade.” I turn away from him and rub the back of my neck. “They weren’t going to let me follow you. How long would I have had to stay in town until they released you? All because some homeless guy looked at my tits. It’s not like I flashed him or he tried to grope them.” I stop talking and turn to face him again.

  That smirk still on his beautiful face as his blue eyes stare at mine.

  “What?” I ask.

  He closes the space between us and places his arms around my waist. “I’m only buying you thick, knitted sweaters for now on,” he says softly.<
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  I give a little laugh. “I’m afraid even those can’t hide these.” I lift my hands and cup my breasts. I never thought having larger breasts would be a problem.

  “True.” He reaches up and places a hand on top of my breasts and slowly runs his hand down the curve of my breasts before giving it a little squeeze.

  He pulls his hand away and looks at me. “Are we okay?” he asks with concern in his voice.

  His questions catches me off guard. “What do you mean?” I ask slowly.

  “Are we okay?” he repeats and then looks down at my bag.

  “You think I was leaving you?” I ask somewhat shocked.

  He tightens his arms around me and places his forehead on mine. “That’s my greatest fear, Angel. That one day you are going to wake up and realize I’m not the person you want or need. Hell, you’ve never needed me.”

  “That’s not true,” I whisper. “I know our relationship isn’t perfect, but I will never leave you, Slade.”

  “You love me?” he asks quietly.

  “More than anything.” I reach up wrapping my arms around his neck.

  He lowers his lips down to mine and gives me a soft kiss. I deepen the kiss as his hands travel down over my ass, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us back down the hallway, stopping in front of the door to our suite. He fumbles with the key in the door. Finally someone opens the door for us, and I pull away just long enough to look at Parker still holding his nose like the pussy he is. “Grab my bag,” I bark before my lips are back on Slade’s.

  He carries me into our room and tosses me onto the bed. “I think you hurt his feelings for snapping at him,” he says with a chuckle.

  I try to shrug, but it’s hard to when laying down. “He shouldn’t have been listening to our fight.”

  My legs hang off the side of the bed, and he grabs them as he positions himself between them as he stands looking down at me. “Know the best part about wearing wet clothes?”

  I shake my head smiling. “What?”

  He places his hand under my shirt and starts to push it up my body. “Getting to take them off and take a shower.”

  I smile as I lift up, letting him pull it up over my head. He leans down and places his lips on mine. It’s a kiss of desperation. He places his hands on my face. I pull away taking a deep breath, and his lips automatically go to my neck. “Slade,” I breathe as my fingers try to work on the button of his jeans.

  Someone knocks on our bedroom door. “What?” Slade snaps in my ear, and I pull away.

  His hands drop to his side, and he takes a deep breath.

  “Your father is on the phone for you.” I hear Parker’s voice from the other side of the door.

  Slade’s shoulders slump. “Tell him I’ll call him back.”

  “He said now,” Parker’s voice continues.

  “Why is your father calling you?” I ask curious.

  He runs a hand through his hair. “Because I’m sure Parker’s father called him and informed him about us almost getting arrested.”

  “Oh,” I say quietly.

  He nods his head and then exits the bedroom.

  Well, I do need a shower. I get out of bed and make my way to our bathroom to start getting ready for the evening.

  *****

  “There,” I say, giving Missy the finishing touches on her makeup. “Now before you look at yourself in the mirror, go ahead and put your dress and heels on,” I suggest, reaching over to her dress and handing it to her. She looks up at me with a big smile on her face.

  “Oh wait,” I say holding up my finger. “You’ll need your glasses,” I say looking around for them.

  “No I don’t. I got contacts,” she exclaims excitedly.

  “Do you already have them in?” I ask getting closer to look at her blue eyes.

  She laughs at me like I’m crazy. “Yes. I didn’t wear them today while we were out shopping but when we got back from playing cards I put them in.” She blinks a few times.

  “Are they comfortable?” I ask.

  “They were a little hard to get used to but not too bad. I can barely tell they are in now.” She stands as she puts her arms through her dress. I stand behind her to help her get it on without messing up her hair.

  Once it is over her head I place my fingers in her hair and try to give her curls some volume.

  She spins around to face me, and I can’t help but smile. She looks absolutely beautiful. I gave her eyes the smoky look and left her lips nude. Her dirty blond hair falls in big curls down over her shoulders, and she has the biggest smile on her face.

  “How do I look?” she asks before she spins around in a tight circle. Her dress is black and covered with a layer of sparkles. It’s comes to mid-thigh. The front comes up high and the back scoops down showing off the top of her back.

  “You look beautiful,” I say with a proud smile. I take a step toward her and grab her hands. “But just so you know, Missy. You didn’t need all this makeup, dress, and the contacts to make you look beautiful.”

  She looks down at the floor and then back up to me. “Thank you,” is all she says before she pulls her hands out of mine and walks into her bathroom. Within seconds she is screaming her thanks as she comes running out with that huge smile back on her face.

  “Now let’s go to your room so you can get ready,” she says grabbing her purse. “Are the guys in your room?” she asks.

  I don’t know why, but our room has somehow become the hangout room.

  “They already left for the clubs,” I answer as we exit her room and head toward mine.

  *****

  SLADE

  “Man, these bitches are crazy here,” Parker says as he sits down at our table carrying drinks for all of us.

  This is like the fifth bar we have visited since we arrived in Las Vegas, and it is just as extravagant as the others. Big dance floors, two stories tall with a balcony on the top level. Music pounding and the strobe lights flashing. It’s actually starting to bother me. I finally feel old once in my life.

  What happened? Get a piece of ass while you were getting the drinks?” Tate asks with a smile.

  “I wish,” he responds. “I just saw a girl down a shot that was lit up in flames.” His light brown eyes bug out. “It was hot as fuck. Made me want to set my dick on fire so she can blow it out. Get it?” He laughs at his joke.

  We laugh.

  “Speaking of blow—” Tate asks taking his drink from him. “How was the girl you took back to your room last night?”

  “In the sex department, she wasn’t all that great. Now when it came to sucking my dick? I could have had her just do that all night. But I like to consider myself a giver.” He smiles at himself before looking at me. “She wanted Slade to join us.”

  I shake my head. “That wasn’t going to happen,” I say before taking a drink of my beer.

  “Fuck that bullshit. You can be honest around us. You know you wanted to join us. It would have been like old times. Remember Jeanine Baker?” He turns to Tate. “We met that bitch at a Halloween party our senior year in high school. She let me fuck her from behind while Slade fucked her mouth.” He sighs leaning back in his seat. “That bitch was perfect.”

  I remember that night very clearly. We were drunk, and I was horny as fuck. “She sucked at giving head,” I retort. “My dick hurt for days from her fucking teeth.”

  “Well, like I said. The girl last night was a pro at it.”

  Josh laughs. “What was her name again?”

  Parker just shrugs. “I didn’t fucking care to ask.”

  “I think it was Sprinkles. Sparkles.” Tate shrugs. “Doesn’t really matter,” he states.

  “Exactly!” Parker throws his arm over Tate’s shoulder. “So glad I have someone here who looks at things like I do.” He smiles then looks out over the club. “Who we gonna take home tonight?” he voices rhetorically.

  It takes him two seconds to point his finger at some unlucky lady.
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  “Holy shit! That chick is fucking hot. I want her!” Parker announces edging toward the end of his seat.

  “Hell yes she is.” Tate nods his head of approval.

  I turn my head to see a blonde wearing a short tight black dress that seems to have some kind of sparkles on it. You couldn’t miss her, the lights in the club bounce off of her dress and her blond hair.

  “Slade would you fuck her?” Parker looks at me, referring to the pretty blonde on the dance floor.

  I raise an eyebrow. “I’m engaged.”

  “If you weren’t,” he asks annoyed.

  “No.” My answer makes him sigh.

  I’m not going to humor him. Would I back in the day? Absolutely! But do I look at her now and think ‘man, I wanna take that home and bend her over’? Hell no.

  Tate leans over the table and looks her over a few more times with a smile on his face. “I’d fuck her,” he says sitting back in his seat.

  Parker jumps up from his seat and looks down at us. “Well I’m going in since all you pussies are just going to stare. Don’t you guys remember how to use your dicks?” He turns away from us and shakes his head to himself.

  I lean back in my chair and laugh. “Doesn’t he know we don’t have to chase our pussy?” I ask with a laugh as I lift my beer to my lips.

  I lean up pulling my phone out of my pocket when I feel it vibrate.

  Angel: Just arrived at the Gallery Night Club. When we leave here I will call you so we can all meet up.

  I put my phone down and start to look around the club for her. I smile knowing that she is in the same club I am right now.

  I find her standing by the bar in line to order a drink. It doesn’t matter where we are at, I could spot her a mile away in a crowd full of people. I only have eyes for her.

  My eyes run up and down the back of her. Why would I want anyone else?

  “He doesn’t understand what happens in relationships,” Micah speaks getting my attention regarding my earlier question regarding Parker and us getting laid.

  “True…” I start to say but Tate speaks.