“To make sure your dad stays quiet about all that he knows about the murder of Thomas Paige?” John asked, hoping Marcus would finally give him an answer.
Ever since John had uncovered the details of Dora Prince’s drug trade—that the woman was a dealer, Stefano was her supplier, and she sold to the Nelson cousins and many, many others—he was sure that her ex-lover had intel about the business she’d been in. Luke claimed he met Dora at Narcotics Anonymous, but John wasn’t convinced that’s how the affair began. Nor did he buy that Luke’s hands were clean. Because as John saw it, Dora Prince planned the murder of her husband to get his life insurance money so she could run away with her kids and her lover.
Luke had to know something about the murder. Especially given the leads John was chasing down about him.
And if someone was trying to shake down Marcus’s stepmom now, well, that only bolstered John’s belief that Luke was keeping quiet.
Just like his son was.
But the son was here. Marcus was trying. He just needed to feel safe.
“I can protect you,” John said calmly. “I can protect her. That’s what I do.”
Marcus hung his head, exhaled, then lifted his face and met John’s eyes. He started talking, and holy hell-of-a-secret, this was the mother lode. This was the golden goose of information.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?” Colin asked as he loaded his climbing gear into the trunk of his car, his phone pressed to his ear.
“One hundred percent.”
“You know for certain this is what she wants now? That she’s ready?” he asked, as Rex tossed his carabiners and ropes in next. He’d joined Colin today, to make his first climb.
“Yes. Trust me.”
“I do. But this is a big deal. I want to know this is definitely what she wants.”
“Aren’t you the guy who takes risks all the time?”
“At work, yes. At play, yes. Right now, though? I want to know this is a sure thing if you’re asking me to show up for her,” he said as he locked the trunk.
“You make her happy. I want her to be happy. It’s that simple.”
“See you later then,” he said, then ended the call.
Rex shoved his shoulder. “Hello? You said yes, didn’t you? You better have.”
Colin narrowed his eyes. “Did you know he was calling me?”
“No, but I heard your end of the conversation. It didn’t take any of my new math skills to figure it out.” Rex walked around to the passenger side, grabbed the door handle, and yanked it open.
Colin got into the driver’s side and turned on the engine. He was quiet, contemplating the phone call that had come out of the blue.
“You gonna go see her now?” Rex asked, picking up the thread.
Colin glanced at the time on the dashboard. “She’ll only be there for a little longer.”
Rex held his arms out grandly. “Then you better step on it, man. Because you need to make a big-ass entrance.”
Colin scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
Rex nodded. “Oh, trust me on this. You might know math and outdoor shit, but I know women. They love all that grandiose stuff.”
“Do they now?” Colin asked with a wry smile as they headed back to town.
“Absolutely. What does she like? What are her favorite things?”
Things he couldn’t give her right now.
Tattoos. Neck kisses. Multiple orgasms.
Wait. He could definitely give her those. Hell, he could give her enough of those to keep her toes curled all night long.
“Mob movies. Roller-skating. Laughing. Time with her family. Giving back,” he said, detailing what he knew of the woman he loved.
Rex counted off on his fingers. “Take her to a Hollywood movie set. Buy her a roller rink. Tell her a dirty joke,” he began, and Colin cracked up as Rex continued working through his list.
But then, he had an idea.
* * *
She longed to be the one sending Janine racing around the curve. She craved the rush of the wheels, the speed of the chase, the vibrations of the music in her bones. Instead, she cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted her encouragement from the half-wall at the edge of the rink.
“C’mon!”
“Block her!”
“Go, Cool Hand Bette!”
She screamed and cheered the loudest from the sidelines, rooting on the Fishnet Brigade. The league championship was in their grasp. Just a few more points. Just a few more minutes.
“Bet you twenty bucks they win, even without their best player.”
That voice. It sent goose bumps over her skin. It lit up her chest. All her lady parts tingled.
She turned around. Her heart skipped, and her skin sizzled. She was fighting a losing battle if she even tried to pretend she wasn’t ready to fling herself at him, or climb him like a tree. Especially with him here at the roller rink, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, his tanned, inked arms on display, his dark eyes sparkling like he had a secret.
“I bet they win, too,” she said, and her heart beat fiercely against her ribs.
“You know,” he said, taking his time with the words as he inched closer, “if they do, we should celebrate.”
Celebrate.
Heat raced through her body. Sparks roared through her. A celebration with Colin Sloan was code for the most mind-blowing sex of her life. But it was also code for so much more. It was how they’d spent their night together at the Venetian, and that evening had sent them hurtling down this twisting, turning path to lust, longing, and love.
Wait.
She pressed her foot on the figurative brakes. She couldn’t leap back into his arms just because he showed up. They’d agreed to take a break. She’d retreated because of her son. He was her top priority and would be until he left her home. But she didn’t have to shelter him, either. She couldn’t shield him from all the dangers of the world by shutting out love. She could, however, teach him about taking a chance. Taking the right chance, with the right person. Seizing the opportunity.
She’d cooled things off with Colin because of her need to protect her kid. The threat had never been about Colin though. It had been because of her work, because of what she did, because she was involved. That wasn’t going to change. The one thing she could adjust was her approach.
Including her approach to Alex. She needed to tell him she was going to take this chance.
She held up her finger. “I just need to find—”
A hand touched on her arm—her son’s hand. “I thought you were playing pool with your buddies,” she said, gesturing to the pool table at the rink.
“I was, but I wanted to let you know I called Colin and asked him to come down.”
“You did?”
He nodded, and he looked proud of himself. “I’m sorry I freaked out the other day.”
“It’s okay to freak out sometimes. I was freaked out, too,” she said, fighting to stay calm, even though every cell inside her buzzed with elation. Her son, her sweet, wonderful son, had made this reunion happen.
“But I don’t want you to worry and think I’m gonna turn into a basket case,” Alex said. “I’ll probably freak out again over something else. But I’m also stronger than I was before. Because I have an awesome mom, and I want her to be happy.”
Her son clasped her in a hug, and there was no point in fighting back the tears. She let them flow. She let them fall. She let herself feel everything.
“You’re titanium,” he said, just to her, and another surge of tears streaked down her cheeks. “And I’m glad you met someone you like.”
“And I’m glad you realized you’re strong inside. That you can handle things. That’s what I was telling you at laser tag. You’ve come far, and I’m proud of you.”
He broke the hug and tipped his head to his group of friends. “So, um, I’ll stay at Aunt Camille’s tonight, and you guys can…” He pointed from Colin to his mom, and she got h
is drift. She was glad he couldn’t say it. She wanted him to be fourteen. To embrace all that it meant to be young. “Whatever. You know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said, a wild grin on her face.
He walked off to join his friends, and she returned her focus to the man who stood in front of her at the Skyway roller rink. The music blasted from the DJ booth, the crowds cheered, and the soundtrack of arcade games and pool, of sodas fizzing, and of skates whipping around the oval, surrounded them.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi. I went to prison yesterday.”
She arched an eyebrow, not computing at first. Then it hit her. “You did?”
He nodded. “Yes. This woman told me she thought it would be a good idea.”
“Did she?” she asked, playing along now. “Sounds like a smart lady.”
He nodded as he grasped her hips in his hands, curling his fingers into her. “She’s amazing. And she always knows exactly what I need. She pushes me in ways I need to be pushed, and she lets me give to her in ways I want to give.”
“How do you like to give?” she asked as his fingers traveled up her waist, his touch setting her on fire.
He inched closer, molding his body to hers. “I like to give her pleasure. I like to give her love. I want to give her reason to trust that I’m the kind of man she can lean on.”
She laced her hands in his hair. “Oh, Colin. I know that. You are the best man I’ve ever known,” she said, and her heart was full nearly to bursting with a piercing, rich kind of joy. But somewhere in the back of her mind, her worries still lived and they needed to be voiced. They were different, though, than what she first thought they’d be.
“I missed you like crazy. It was only a few days, but I don’t care. The way I feel about you isn’t rational; it isn’t logical. But it’s so real. And it’s so true,” she said, dropping her hands to his chest and gripping the fabric of his shirt. “And I need you to know that I’m going to do everything I can to balance it all. You, and Alex, and being a mom, and work. And not get scared.”
She stopped talking as his lips quirked up, and he simply smiled, just as if he was madly in love with her. “It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to be fearless all the time. Just be with me.”
“I want to be with you. I want to be fearlessly in love with you.” She tugged him to her, not caring that her team was circling the rink behind her, barely thinking about the crowds around them, only feeling this immeasurable closeness with this man. “And I am.”
He groaned and brought his lips to her neck. Instantly, a flurry of delicious tingles flared over her skin. “I can’t resist kissing you. Pretty soon I’m not going to be able to resist fucking you,” he whispered.
It was her turn to moan. To murmur. To let him know she wanted his resistance broken down…but not quite yet.
She pressed her hand to his chest. “We should have the place to ourselves in about an hour, if you’d like.”
“If I’d like?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “If I’d like what? Tell me, Elle. What are you asking?”
She shot him a sexy grin. “To celebrate. Celebrate with me.”
He dipped his hand into the pocket of his shorts. “If you wear these, I will.”
He dangled a long pair of socks in front of her. They were red with Vs of illustrated birds on them. “Holy shit,” she said and grabbed them. “Where did you get them?”
“My soon-to-be-sister-in-law knows how to find anything on the Strip. So she found a store for me that sells all kinds of socks.”
She clutched them to her chest. “To some women, giving her socks would be like giving her a vacuum cleaner. I, however, am not one of those women.”
He quirked up his lips and ran his finger along the outside of her thigh. “And I am one of those men for whom socks are a crazy turn-on.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The disco lights swirled in crazy-eight circles, and Elle raced around the rink, hot as fuck in her tight T-shirt, short skirt, and red socks. Bon Jovi blasted out of the sound system.
“Catch me if you can.”
Oh hell. There was no way he was backing down from that challenge. He pushed harder and faster on his wheels, and soon enough he caught up with her, grabbing her waist and pulling her to the side of the rink.
Breathless, she laughed in his arms as “You Give Love a Bad Name” echoed around them.
“Hey, you’re not even supposed to be skating for another week,” he admonished her.
“No,” she said, correcting him as she shook her head. “The doctor said no contact sports. Skating itself is fine.”
“Contact sports,” he said, cupping her ass in his hands. “Seems you already violated that doctor’s order a few times.”
“Not enough though. Let’s violate it again.”
They had the rink to themselves. Camille had given Elle the key, and they were all alone, the game over and everyone cleared out.
Even though he’d never fucked her wearing skates before, he was confident he could pull it off because he was an athlete, a risk-taker, and a man madly in love with the woman he wanted. But maybe they’d move off the slick hardwood and onto the carpeted floor.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her—a hot, wet kiss that had her shuddering in his arms and rocking her hips into him in no time. She moaned as he deepened the kiss until their mouths tangled together and became nothing but a fevered, hungry prelude to hard sex.
He needed that. Needed to reclaim her. To take her. To own her. To feel her body move in tandem with his. He craved that kind of sex as a sign that this reconnection would last. He believed it in his heart, and now wanted to experience it in his bones.
He spun her around, a task made easier with her on skates. “Hands on the railing, Skater Girl,” he growled, and she bent over in a perfectly glorious L. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her giving herself to him. She glanced back at him, licking her lips as he hiked up her skirt, then unzipped his shorts and pushed down his briefs.
“I missed all of you, including your cock,” she purred. She was his dirty-mouthed woman. His filthy talker, and God, he loved all of her—dirty words, strong body, witty mind and gorgeous heart. “Take off your panties, and show me how much you missed me. I want to see how wet you are.”
With one hand, she tugged down her pink panties to her knees, then she lifted her ass in the air and wiggled. His breath stopped as he stared at her beautiful body, ready for him. He grabbed her hips and sank into his heaven.
Then he picked up speed and fucked her by the railing as rockers sang anthems about love gone wrong. But there was no love gone wrong here. It was only right, only true, only real.
Soon she neared the edge, and called out his name as the disco ball cast silvery lights on the floor. Before he could join her on the other side of bliss, she said, “I want to turn around. I want to look at you.”
“Then be prepared for me to give you another orgasm.”
They switched to a new position as he lifted her onto the railing at the edge of the rink. She looped her arms around his neck. “I always knew,” she whispered as he thrust into her.
“Always knew what?”
She grasped him tighter, pulled him closer, and tilted her chin. Her hazel eyes were full of so much love that he wasn’t sure he could last much longer.
“That I’d find my way back to you,” she said, and exhilaration tore through him. It sped through his body in a mad rush of savage ecstasy. He wanted her to find him always. He wanted to be her home.
“I’ll always be here.”
She was the only kind of intoxication he wanted anymore. He planned to stay hooked on her for all time.
She was the risk. She was the reward.
They came together once more.
* * *
Later she poured a lemonade from the tap at the snack stand.
“One virgin for you, sir,” she said an
d slid a red and white paper cup across the Formica. “Since that’s the only virgin you’re getting.”
He laughed and took a drink, then he set it down and laced his fingers through hers. “Hey. You think the bartender would go home with me tonight? I’ll bring you back here to get your car tomorrow morning.”
That sounded good to her, so she said yes as Foreigner’s “Feels Like the First Time” played faintly in the background. As the chorus repeated, it hit her. Tonight would be her first night with him. She’d never stayed over. She wanted all these firsts with him, and all the lasts, too. She wanted this man with a fierceness she hadn’t expected, and she was giving herself permission to feel it. To finally let herself have him. All of him, in all of her life.
“But do I have to get up at the crack of dawn when you go rock climbing or whatever crazy thing you have planned for tomorrow morning?”
“Only if you want to.”
She did want to. She wanted to make good on a wish she’d made. She wanted to turn a one-time maybe into a full-on yes.
The next morning, she asked him to take her kayaking.
Maybe some days you’ll want to kayak and some days you won’t, and whatever you want is fine by me.
The look in his dark eyes said that it was more than fine. That it was pure magic to share what he loved. And it became pure fun, too, when he taught her how to paddle in a kayak built for two. She didn’t flip over, she didn’t drown, and she didn’t slice her head on a rock at the edge of the lake.
After they pulled the kayak out of the water, she sank down on the edge of the lake, enjoying the clear blue sky of an early morning on the outskirts of Vegas. He draped an arm around her, and she expected a kiss to come next—maybe even a kiss that would turn into outdoor sex on a kayak.
Instead, his voice was intensely serious. “Elle, do you want me to quit?”
“Quit?” she asked quizzically. “Quit what?”
“Doing the adventure sports? Not kayaking, but the ones you worry about more. The rock climbing, hang gliding, mountain bike riding, and the skiing?”
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