Heaven's Watcher

by Kayden Claremont

  The player across the table smiled as he examined her tits. She gave a little shimmy. He licked his lips. She pretended he was Darius, his mouth watering for a taste of her skin. The player tossed a twenty-dollar chip toward her. She grinned and grabbed the tray.

  The pit boss nodded in the direction of the door. He’d expect his commission from the tip at the end of her shift.

  When she crossed the casino floor, a group of tourists crowded around her. She struggled to balance the tray. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone hurry past the crap tables and duck behind the slot machines.

  Andy? Her brother? No, it couldn’t be…

  Dropping the tray, she ran after him. When she got to the spot she last saw him, he was gone. She did a three-sixty, scanning the casino floor. There was no sight of him. Were her eyes tricking her? It couldn’t have been him. She’d buried him.

  “Problem?” Darius’s concerned-laced voice sent waves of anticipation through her.

  Heaven scanned the room. “He—he’s gone.”

  “Who’s gone?”

  After the note Darius had left for her, Heaven couldn’t trust him again. She walked to where she’d dropped the tray and picked it up. Shaking her head to answer him, she stepped away.

  “Wait.” His soft voice was inviting.

  She stopped. Doing her best to keep her shit together, she refused to make eye contact.

  “Please come with me.”

  “I don’t have time for this shit.”

  He stood in front of her, an unyielding wall. He pointed toward the elevator to his office. “Please.”

  She didn’t trust him enough to go anywhere with him. “You can fire me here.”

  “Please come to my office.” The corner of his lips curled up.

  Damn. He enjoyed her anxiety. “No.”

  “Please.” It was an order.

  There really was no other choice. She marched beside him to the elevator. Inside, she stared at the floor numbers, doing her best to ignore him as he intently watched her.

  They walked down the hall in silence. She patiently waited for him to unlock the door. After they entered his office, he pointed at the chair in front of the desk, walked around, and sat down. “Want to tell me what happened?”

  Heaven stood her ground, glaring defiantly at him. “No.”

  “Please sit.”

  “No.”

  His expression hardened. “Didn’t you get my note?”

  “Yes.” Shaking a finger at him, she tried to control her anger. “What gives you the right to break into my locker and leave that—that threat?”

  “I didn’t threaten you. I warned you.”

  Her fingers curled into fists. “You still broke into my locker. Want to tell me why I’d trust you now?”

  Darius could tell something happened on the casino floor to scare Heaven. He needed her to calm down. If they were going to get to the bottom of her fear, she had to become rational. “Because I’m the head of security.”

  She shrugged her tight shoulders.

  He sighed. “Whether you want to believe it or not, I’m on your side.” He extended his palm across the desk. “Please sit down and tell me what is going on.”

  Her eyes widened as she bit her lip. She didn’t trust him.

  “We’re both working for the same cause. To stop bad people from hurting good people. I need you to tell me what spooked you.”

  “I’m not spooked.” The tremor in her voice argued with her words.

  He rose, walked around the desk, and sat on the corner. He wanted to reach out and take her hand to reassure her he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. “Why did you drop the tray in the middle of the casino? What caused you to run around the slots?”

  She shrugged. “Nothing.”

  He leaned back to give her more space. “Something happened for you to react that way.”

  “I saw…”

  “What was it?”

  She glanced away for a moment, then faced him with narrowed eyes. “It was a who.”

  Had the boss sent someone after her? “Who did you see?”

  Her lips drew tight.

  He tapped her arm. “Please, tell me.”

  “My brother.” Her breathy words were barely audible.

  “Go on.”

  “It doesn’t make any sense.” Her eyes filled with confusion.

  “Heaven, I want to help you. You’re not alone in this. Tell me about your brother.”

  “I saw my dead brother.”

  He watched her absently rub her arms and stare blankly at him. She believed she had seen her brother. “His ghost.”

  She shook her head. “No. He walked through the casino.” She reached out to him but stopped short of touching him, dropped her hand, and studied the desk. “Andy is alive.” The quiet words hung in the air between them.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “From a quick glimpse, you’re sure you saw your brother?”

  Her solemn eyes met his. “I’d recognize him anywhere. We grew up together remember? I recognize his mannerisms, the way he walks, the way he holds himself. Trust me when I tell you, it was my brother.”

  Darius did trust her. Whether her brother was alive or dead, he didn’t know, although he was sure the boss was involved.

  “My brother is alive,” she said again. “I have to get to him before the boss does.”

  “You think the boss will kill him?”

  “Yes.”

  Darius rubbed his temple. “Does your brother have a gambling problem?”

  She hesitated, then sighed. “Yes. I tried to get him to stop. Got him into a rehab place, but nothing worked. Before I knew what happened, he was in deep with the boss. He came to me and said he feared for his life. He told me he would turn state’s evidence for the DA against the boss. I brokered the deal with the DA. My brother died. Then the DA hired me to work undercover as a server to get more info to strengthen the case. I wanted to clear Andy’s name. My brother died.”

  Darius traced his fingers up her arm, more than he should do but not nearly enough. He needed to feel her heat, to connect with her, to give her comfort. “Did you ID the body yourself?”

  Heaven shook her head. “No. The cops said he’d died in a car accident. The car blew up. He was cremated.” She rubbed her forehead. “I never actually…”

  Darius rested his hand on her shoulder. “You’re sure the DA is one of the good guys?”

  “I thought…” Her eyes welled up. A tear escaped the corner of her eye and meandered down her cheek.

  He wiped the tear away with his finger as his thumb stroked her cheek. “You’re not alone in this.”

  When their eyes locked, he witnessed her tough exterior crumble. She needed him.

  “We’ll find him—together.” Darius rose, putting mere inches between them. “I’ll protect him.” He bent to look her in the eye. “Nothing—not the boss, not the DA—will stop me from getting the truth to clear your brother’s name.”

  She threw her arms around his neck. Her breasts pillowed against his solid chest. He drew her against him, breathing in her scent. His dick twitched against her stomach. His arms tightened around her as she melted against him.

  He kissed the top of her head, an unexpected act of intimacy he’d never experienced before. When she gazed up at him, his stomach fluttered and the emptiness that filled him vanished.

  Their lips were inches apart, and slowly he slanted his on hers. Their tongues intertwined.

  He needed her. He couldn’t fight it any longer.

  Her mouth opened to take him all in. His cock jerked, wanting to fill her pussy.

  When their lips parted, he cradled her face.

  Her eyes glowed with a hidden desire. Her tongue licked her slightly parted lips. She grasped his hand and urged it against her full tits in her barely there top. Her hot skin seared his palm. Her pointed nipple begged for his caress through the thin fabric. A hard jolt of lust seared th
rough him.

  He was a watcher. He couldn’t. But his cock ached as the blood rushed from his head to his groin. “We shouldn’t.”

  Heaven wiggled against him. “Yes.”

  “We’re crossing a line.”

  Her eyes darkened to holly green. “Lines are meant to be crossed.”

  If he crossed the line, he’d be damned for eternity.

  “I want you.” Her breathy voice undid him as she rubbed her tits against his palm and kissed his neck, his chin, his mouth.

  She was worth damnation.

  Chapter Five

  Darius skimmed Heaven’s breast and ran his fingers down her stomach. She shivered. He let them meander around the waistband of her silk shorts. She inhaled the instant his fingers glided toward her round ass. She kissed his neck and nipped at his ear.

  The need for this woman pounded in his cock, but he knew the rules. He unwrapped her arms from his neck and held her at arm’s length. “We shouldn’t—”

  She placed her fingers on his lips. “Shh.”

  She yanked open her top, exposing her globular breasts.

  “You are…” His throat was dry, and his voice was barely a growl. “Magnificent.”

  Her tits jiggled as she slipped the fabric down her arms and dropped the top behind her.

  His mouth watered. He wanted to suck one of her tight buds into his mouth, to caress her flesh as she screamed his name. He shouldn’t break the rules. He wouldn’t fuck her. He’d keep his dick in his pants and pleasure the hell out of her.

  Unfastening her shorts, he slowly tugged them off her hips, down her legs, and past her boot-covered ankles. He hooked his thumb into the elastic of the black G-string and inched it down her thighs, her calves, and off.

  She bit her lip as his fingertip trailed up her flesh. An inviting smile formed on her kiss-swollen lips.

  His heartbeat accelerated as he gazed at Heaven’s taunt nipples, her silky skin, and down her ample thighs.

  “Fuck me.” She pressed her beasts together and ran her thumb across the tight buds. “Fuck these.”

  His cock jerked in his pants as raw desire swelled in his chest. Every inch of his being wanted this woman.

  “Planning on it. First…” He cupped her ass and lifted her onto the desk. She spread her legs. A line of soft red curls led his gaze to her slit. He wanted to drive his cock into her hot core. To feel her pussy clutching at his dick with every slide.

  Spreading her lips, he slid a finger around her clit. She arched her back and pressed her pussy into his hand as she groaned. She raked her nails up his arms. “Please.”

  The sound of desperation in her voice urged him on. Her pussy was wet, ready, and demanding. He slid a finger into her slick folds and fucked her slowly.

  She moaned. “More.”

  He licked the valley of her breasts. She gasped. Then he nibbled her nipple, and she bit her lip.

  Quickening his moves, he thrust his fingers in and out of her hot channel.

  His cock throbbed, but he couldn’t slide into her sleek pussy. He bit down on her nipple.

  “Darius.” Her pussy constricted around his fingers as her legs squeezed around his hips. Hot liquid coated his fingers. Her face softened as her orgasm took her.

  Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, wetting his slacks. He ached for release. Rules were rules.

  He kissed her on the forehead.

  When she gazed at him with sultry eyes, a sensuous smile formed on her reddened lips. Then she rested her head against his chest. He drew her toward him. Her heart raced in time to his own. He kissed the top of her head again as he stroked her hair. For a moment—a fleeting moment of time—they were one.

  She kissed his chest as her fingers trailed down his abs and palmed his erection. “Now it’s your turn.”

  Darius couldn’t resist any longer. His whole being needed her essence. He reached out to caress her tit, taking the taut nipple into his mouth again.

  She wrapped her fingers in his hair, welcoming him. “Mmm. You drive me wild.”

  He swiped his tongue over her nipple. “I believe you were wild before.”

  She nipped at his chin. “You make me wilder.”

  Desperate for release, he carried her to the couch. When he laid her down on the fine leather, her red mane fanned out like a flaming halo around her head. Her long neck needed an adornment to accent its beauty. “I want to give you a pearl necklace.”

  Heaven pressed her tits together as her eyes darkened. “Ride me.”

  He slipped off his pants and briefs. His purple-veined cock bobbed as she plucked her deep cherry nipples.

  Throwing all caution aside, he climbed on the sofa, placing one leg on either side of her waist. The head of his dick slipped between her soft tits.

  A drop of cum escaped his slit. He wouldn’t last long with a nymph like Heaven.

  She enfolded his dick with her silky breasts. Her heat seared his soul.

  She squeezed them tighter around him as he pumped into her warm flesh. He wrapped his hands around hers, mashing her even tighter as he fucked her tits.

  Then she reached around him and massaged his balls. They drew up. Sparks of tingling heat crawled down the base of his spine. He roared her name as he sprayed his cum.

  When he glanced down, his cum glistened on her chest and neck like shimmering pearls.

  Heaven swiped her finger through the fluid and licked it. “You taste wonderful. Sweet and salty at the same time.”

  Weak, Darius let her draw him toward her. He rested his head against her soft, pillowy breasts.

  After their breathing became normal, he took her hand, turned it hand over, and kissed her wrist. Then he rose, pulling her with him. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, claiming her one more time.

  Then he stepped back. “Go get freshened up. I’ll order food.”

  She grabbed her clothes and crossed the room toward his private bathroom. When she opened the bathroom door, she stopped and blew him a kiss over her shoulder. Then she smiled, and he had no problem reading her emotions.

  His heart stopped. Love. Love radiated from every pore of her perfect being.

  And he hated himself. He’d crossed a line that couldn’t be undone. Watchers were supposed to be…watchers.

  He picked up his phone and ordered coffee. He’d deal with his regret later. Right now, he had to help Heaven.

  His phone rang, drawing his attention from his troubled thoughts.

  Answering it, he tapped the desk with his fingers as he waited for Peter to finish his report.

  Darius placed his palm over the phone as Heaven exited the bathroom. “I’ve ordered food and coffee.”

  Heaven crossed the room. In her uniform, she jiggled in all the places a woman should. He craved her flesh. The need to explore every inch of her with his mouth pulsed through him.

  She sat down and mouthed, “Sounds good.”

  Her mouth begged for him to lean over the desk and claim it again.

  He forced himself to glance away. He hung up, took a deep breath, and gazed at her. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. A smile stretched across her lips as satisfaction gleamed in her eyes.

  Before he could say anything to her, there was a knock on the door. “Yes?”

  The door opened. A male waiter came into the room with a heavily laden tray balanced on his shoulder. He scrutinized every inch of Heaven before he set the tray with a carafe of coffee, cups, and a dish of pastries on the desk.

  Rage filled Darius. She was his. His alone. He plucked out a bill and gave it to the waiter. “Thanks.”

  He pocketed the money, smiled at Heaven as he crossed the room, and closed the door after him.

  Darius tried to hide his anger by pouring coffee into two mugs and offering her a cup. “I’ll let you fix it up.”

  “Thanks. I take it black.”

  He poured himself a coffee. The smell of strong coffee and sweet pastries filled the air between them, making his stoma
ch growl.

  Smiling at his woman, Darius sat back in his chair. “We worked up an appetite.”

  She placed a chocolate Danish on a napkin and took a bite. Warm chocolate oozed onto the corner of her mouth.

  He wanted to lick it into his mouth and kiss her until she begged him to drive his throbbing cock into her. He wanted her to scream out his name as she orgasmed around him. He ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a breath to reorganize his brain. He couldn’t think straight with her this close. Keeping his wits about him was top priority if he was going to find her brother and keep both of them alive. He had no other choice but to place her safety ahead of his needs.

  Taking another deep breath, he said, “Tell me again where your brother was.”

  Her forehead wrinkled at his cool tone. “At the slot machines by the high rollers’ room.”

  Darius punched a few buttons. The bank of monitors displayed the area Heaven described seeing her brother.

  She leaned forward and watched intently as he slowed the playback, searching for any sign of her brother. They studied the screen in a comfortable silence for what seemed an eternity when Andy appeared in the right corner.

  She clutched his arm as she pointed at the screen. “There he is.”

  Darius stopped the picture, punched a few more keys, and her brother’s face came into focus on the screen. “Are you sure this is him?”

  She glared at him. “Please, he’s my brother. Something has happened to his nose, though. It appears crooked, but I have no doubt. That’s him.”

  Darius seized his cell. “Get me all the info you can on the man on the screen.”

  She looked at him excitedly. “What do we do now?”

  He drummed his fingers on the desk. “We wait.”

  Heaven picked up another chocolate Danish and nibbled on it as she stared at the image of her brother. Darius’ dick twitched as she swallowed. Holy hell, how he’d like to have her throat constrict around the head of his cock.

  Shaking off the lusty thoughts, Darius drained the coffee from his cup and set it on the tray. His stomach was in such a tight knot he couldn’t eat.

  She licked her fingers. “He’s alive. I can’t believe it.”

  The childlike excitement in her voice brought Darius no joy. He should have been able to locate Andy before. The fact that he hadn’t didn’t bode well for her hopes of having her brother back with his name cleared.