Literally.
I hold her hand as she steps out of the Escalade, and her coat opens just enough that I get a shot of one perfect leg from high heel to the top of her thigh. I look up at her and shake my head.
She smiles and raises her eyebrows, as we walk toward the door.
“You sure you don’t want me to come up with you, boss?”
I glance at Red, then wave him away. “Nah. You go have fun tonight. I’m... busy.”
He nods. “Goodnight, miss...”
Kayla smiles. “Sanders. My name is Kayla Sanders. Goodnight, Red.”
She turns and walks into the hotel and I wave goodbye to Red then follow behind her like a puppy. Kayla Sanders. Kincaid Summers. I watch her blonde wig sway with each step she takes and wonder if I like one more than the other. I think I like both versions of her the same. Each side of her offers its own... benefits.
We’ve almost made it to the elevators when I see the familiar flash of a camera. “Atlas! Atlas! Over here!”
We both turn instinctively, and the paparazzo rushes toward us. “Atlas Reynolds! Who’s the girl? Who is she? Why are you here without the band? Is it because of her?”
“Shit!” I turn toward the elevators and press the call button a million times while trying to shield Kayla, as his questions about her continue. I tuck her face into my chest, and as soon as one of the elevator’s doors open, we rush inside. She spins around to face the back.
“Kincaid! That’s Kincaid Summers!”
Fuck. My fists clench as he announces aloud what he just realized.
People have started to gather in the elevator bay, and a dozen or more cell phones snap our pictures now, on top of this fucking guy’s photos. I can’t do anything about them, but I can at least stop him from following us up. I step between her and the reporter as he tries to follow us inside, and hold my hand out toward the camera. “I wouldn’t fucking recommend it, bro.”
He pauses, holding my gaze and flashing his camera at us as the doors close. I’ve been known to kick a reporter’s ass a time or two, and he must have known I don’t fuck around when it comes to my privacy. I don’t ask for it very often, but when I do, they better back the fuck off.
I should have had Red do a quick sweep of the casino before we got out of the car. After that fucking punk Johnny blasted my name all over Vegas last night, I should have known better.
I take a deep breath to steady myself. “I’m sorry about that,” I whisper, turning toward her.
She looks up at me, eyes wide. “Is that how it is for you? All the time?”
I shrug, smiling sadly. “I wanted the fame, you know? Kinda comes with the territory.”
She shakes her head. “Yeah, but... wow.”
I pull her toward me by the belt of her jacket, and look down into her eyes. “Are you mad?”
She frowns. “Mad? Why? Because of that guy?”
I nod.
“No, Atlas. I don’t even think he got my face. He guessed at who I was, but, what does that even mean? At most, they’ll say you were with the amazing Kincaid Summers, and then you’ll really be famous.” She winks, and I laugh, pulling her even closer so I can kiss her.
“You are kind of amazing,” I say as I bring my lips to hers, chastising myself for feeling this way about her and actually saying the words out loud. What the fuck is going on with me right now?
With her lips on mine, I push the thought aside. It doesn’t matter how I feel about her, or the fact that she’s made me break three rules in two short days. Four rules? She’s leaving Vegas soon, going back to Whatever Town, U.S.A., and I’ll be hopping back on the tour starting tomorrow night, fucking Bangers in every town I cross.
She’ll go home and I’ll go back to being the asshole everyone knows and loves.
This weekend with Kayla will be a distant memory, a blip on the radar, a notch in the belt.
I frown as the elevator doors open to my suite, but I keep kissing her so she won’t see the pain in my expression.
She’s not just a notch in the belt.
But I refuse to fall for this chick.
I push her backwards toward the suite and only release her mouth once the door is closed and the elevator has started its descent back down to the lobby. I slide my hands up to cup her cheeks, then run my thumb over her lips. “You’re hot as fuck as Kincaid Summers.” I twist a strand of fake blonde hair in my fingers. “But I’d like to spend tonight with Kayla.”
She grins. “Sanders.”
I nod, because I know. Her name’s been repeating itself in the background of my brain since she said it to Red ten minutes ago. Dropping my hands to her waist, I grab the ends of the belt. “Think I can find her in here?”
“You can try.” Kayla reaches up into her hair and starts pulling more of those little black bobby pins from her head. She must have a sponsorship from the bobby pin company, yeah?
I slowly untie the belt of the long coat she wears, holding my breath in hopes that there’s nothing but that sexy as hell lace thong and bra combo beneath. I might cry if she put clothes on.
The coat falls open, revealing something better than black lace.
Nothing.
I smile, shaking my head. This girl is too hot for words.
She reaches into the pocket of her coat and retrieves a piece of black lace that dangles from one finger. “Looking for these?”
I close my eyes on a long blink, then open them and meet her gaze. “I was going to tear those off with my teeth, you know.”
She swallows hard, and the ball’s back in my court.
“Put them on.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kayla
I let the coat fall from my arms, then slowly back up and begin to step into the lace thong, watching Atlas watch me with a hunger that matches my own. He slowly starts to unbutton his dress shirt, so I stop what I’m doing.
“Stop,” I command.
His hands still as he meets my gaze, his brow furrowed.
I finish pulling the panties up and point to his chest. “That’s mine to unwrap.”
Atlas grins, dropping his hands to his sides. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?”
I tilt my head. It’s hard to tell who’s in control of this situation, because we’re both ready to come undone and can’t get enough of each other, and I’m not sure I care who’s in charge as long as he’s not five feet away from me much longer.
I shake my head slowly. “You’re too far away.”
He closes the distance between us in one long stride, then drops to his knees. I gasp at how quickly he moves, and before I can take a steady breath, he runs his tongue over the black lace between my legs and my inhalation is caught somewhere between my mouth and my lungs, strangled by a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I love the noises you make.”
I close my mouth as embarrassment heats my cheeks. Atlas looks up at me, but I close my eyes, fighting a smile.
Laughter vibrates against the lace as he closes his mouth over me, and my eyes fly open as I suck in a breath. He grazes the lace with his teeth and I whimper.
“Don’t think I won’t make you moan like that all night, Kayla. The sounds I pull from you are nothing to be embarrassed about.” He looks back down and runs his hands up and down my legs, then settles at the apex and runs his fingertips over my pussy. My knees weaken and I pull in a shaky breath.
“Atlas,” I whisper. “I can’t take this.”
“Now you know how I felt all night.”
I laugh. “But were you at least surprised?”
He growls deep in his throat. “So fucking surprised.” He pushes the lace aside and drags his tongue over me. When my legs start to bend, he wraps his arm around my thighs and looks up at me. “Are you ready to come for me?”
I swallow and nod, looking down at him. His lips are already wet from my arousal and the sight of him makes my belly tighten to an almost unbearable pressure. “Come here.�
�� He stands, releasing me on shaky legs, and as soon as his mouth is level with mine, I claim it, pressing my tongue into his mouth and stretching my body against his. He moans into my mouth as his hard length presses against me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, hauling myself up. He grabs my thighs, gripping me tightly as I lock my ankles behind him. He quickly walks toward the bedroom, and I move my hips against him, teasing him the way he just teased me moments ago.
I like the sounds he makes, too, and I want them all.
He lays me down on the bed, then climbs over me, pressing his cock between my legs. I unbutton his dress shirt, then slide my hands over his hard shoulders and push the shirt back to look at his chest. Hard lines and faded black ink, he’s so damn hot I can’t imagine ever looking at anyone the way I look at him. He’s ruined me for the next guy, and I’m loving every minute. I reach down between us and unfasten his belt, then unwrap my legs and sit up to help him out of his pants. He backs up off the bed and finishes undressing, and when he stands before me, in nothing but his perfect, naked form, a shudder rocks me from head to toe.
“Hot damn, Atlas, you look good enough to eat.”
He grins when I say his words back to him, then climbs back onto the bed, moving over me with the predatory gaze of a lion. He runs his finger over my lips, then down my throat, between my breasts... he trails it down my stomach then tucks it into the top of my lace thong. “I owe you a new pair.”
What? Before I can voice the question, he brings his mouth to my right hip and grips my thong with his teeth. He takes the other side in his hand, and as I watch him, waiting for what he’s going to do, he uses his free hand to slide the lace aside and run his fingers over the wetness between my legs. I bite my lip and open wider for him, then he slides his fingers inside me and starts plunging them in and out, in and out, and God, he feels so good. Everything Atlas does to me is magic. Pure fucking magic and I never want it to stop. My body reacts to him like I never thought possible, so wet, so ready, so very much his to command.
He tears the panties from my body and I gasp, looking down at his wicked grin, the lace still dangling from his mouth. He tosses them aside, then looks back at me with a shrug. “That was easier than I thought it would be.”
I open my mouth to laugh, but he curls his fingers up against my g-spot, and the words are cut off as all thoughts disappear and every ounce of energy in my body rushes to that place where his fingers are tucked up deep inside me. With another curl of his fingers, my back arches as he coaxes me toward the edge, toward him. I reach out and grip the comforter, moving my hips with each stroke of his fingers, my body tightening more each time he presses up into me.
His mouth clamps down over me, and he runs his tongue back and forth over my clit, matching the motion of his fingers as he pulls me closer and closer to orgasm. He moans over my lips and the vibration pushes me right off the ledge.
I press into his mouth as my legs shake and my belly tightens and the pressure builds so much that I can’t take it anymore. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t see.
“Come on, baby,” he says, pulling my orgasm from me in waves that rock me from head to toe.
I shout his name as my body clenches, throwing my hand into his hair to hold him still because if he moves his tongue against my clit one more time I think I might die.
And then he does it anyway. Because he’s Atlas.
As a final, earth-shattering tremble wracks my body, he holds his fingers firmly against my g-spot until the waves finally cease. Wetness covers my legs, dripping down into my ass and soaking the bed beneath me. I suck in a gasp when his tongue finds me once more. He licks me slowly, gently, tasting what my body just did for him.
I’d be ten kinds of embarrassed if it wasn’t the sexiest damn thing that’s ever happened to me.
Chapter Thirty
Atlas
I crawl up the bed and lay beside Kayla, licking my lips to savor every last drop of her. She tastes better than anything I’ve ever tasted, and I’m so fucking stoked I broke my no eating pussy rule. Maybe I’ll toss that rule into the garbage after this. I really am the one who suffers in the long run. If every pussy tasted like hers...
I look down the length of her body. Her pussy still glistens, and my dick twitches; she’s so relaxed right now, but I need to be inside her soon. I was attracted to her before, but watching her let go like that...
I press up against her side so she can feel what she does to me. Her eyes remain closed, but a soft smile pulls at her lips.
Trailing my fingers over her stomach, I take this time to soak her in, really memorize her, because after tonight, we’re strangers again. I study the way her lips are so full beneath a slightly pointed nose, the way her eyebrows are almost perfect, but there’s one little cowlick or maybe a scar in the corner of the left one that keeps them from being twins. Her eyes are big and round, and when they’re closed like this, her eyelashes make these perfect half-moons—
“I didn’t know I could do that,” she whispers without opening her eyes.
I lick my lips and smile, then bring my hand to her tit and tease her nipple into a tight little eraser tip. “That was your first time?” I move my hand to the other nipple and tease it until it’s hard like its sibling. I’d hate to leave anyone out.
She pulls her bottom lip into her teeth and nods.
“You’re embarrassed?” I frown, squeezing her tit. If chicks had any idea how fucking sexy it is when they come undone like that...
She nods again and I lean over her. “Don’t be.” I press my lips against hers, and she opens her mouth to me, slowly, languidly, as if she’s too worn out to even move her lips. I kiss her slowly, matching the pace she sets, running my tongue along the length of hers until I can bring her back to me.
She sighs happily, then turns toward me, wrapping her arm around my neck. Her fingers slide into my hair, and her other hand finds my dick, and as her kiss intensifies, she tightens her grip on me and moves her hand up and down my length. I moan deep in my throat, then she breaks the kiss and pulls back, finally opening those gorgeous brown eyes.
She smiles, her eyelids still heavy. “Hi.”
“Welcome back.”
“I think I love you.” She laughs, and her cheeks turn pink.
I laugh too, then press my dick against her. “That’s the orgasm talking.”
Why did that word sound so good coming from her mouth?
She nods, then brings her lips to mine. “Let’s do that again.”
I close my mouth over hers and drive my tongue inside, the mixture of her sweet mouth and her even sweeter pussy mixing to make one fucking amazing cocktail that reaches all the way down to my dick. It swells with need, and if I’m not inside her soon—
She presses my shoulders back until I’m flat on my back, then looks down at my dick and licks her lips hungrily. She scoots down, kneels between my legs, then slides her hand over my cock and brings her lips to the tip. She looks up at me as she runs her tongue around the tip in a slow circle.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I growl. After watching her come all over the bed, I’m surprised I haven’t jizzed all over myself already. “You’re killing me.”
She slides her mouth over the tip and I suck in a breath, then hold it in as she slides her mouth down my cock. I close my eyes as she bobs up and down, sucking me off like she’s thirsty for all I can give her and then some. I grip her head and guide her up and down slowly, milking every second of her mouth on my cock.
She hums, and I freeze before I accidentally choke her to death. She looks up at me, her mouth still stretched around my dick, one eyebrow raised.
What the fuck? Why did I stop her? “I’m about to finish.”
Holy fucking shit, am I asking for permission?
Kayla moans again and slides back down, sucking harder and tightening her grip until my thoughts turn to putty and my dick turns into a fucking hydrant. She cups my balls with her free hand and massages them as I fill her throat with
my load.
She doesn’t fucking stop moaning until I stop coming, and goddammit if I thought she was sexy before, that version of her had nothing on this one.
When I can open my eyes again, I look down at her.
She smiles, then runs her hand over her mouth, licking her lips like she just had the best damn meal of her life. “What’s for dessert?”
I groan and throw my head back. “I think I love you too.”
She giggles. “That’s just the orgasm talking.”
I stretch my arms out on the bedspread and close my eyes. This chick will be the death of me. In two fucking days, I’ve broken all of my rules.
I chased her. Hard.
I fucked her bareback.
I tasted the pussy. Twice. Three times?
I went back for seconds.
I asked permission.
And I said the L word.
Sure, it wasn’t in seriousness, but I said it. And holy shit, if she sucks me off like that again, I might start to mean it.
“Atlas...”
There’s that voice again. Threatening to destroy me and promising me it will be the time of my life.
She crawls up the length of me, then straddles me and settles herself onto my dick, her hands on my chest.
“Atlas...”
“Mmm.” I grab her hips and slide her wet pussy back and forth over my cock a few times to bring the big guy back to life. “Yes, Kayla?”
She doesn’t respond, so I open my eyes.
Her eyes are closed. I pause and she takes over, guiding her pussy back and forth over my cock, her fingertips gripping my chest. She bites her bottom lip as her body starts to warm up again. Her nipples harden before my eyes, tightening into little points.
She’s fucking amazing, this chick.
I reach down and run my thumbs over her lips, spreading them wider around my cock. She sucks in a quick breath of air, so I look back up at her. She smiles, then starts to move back and forth again, never breaking eye contact. I grip her hips again and guide her up and down, up and down, then hold her tight as my dick twitches against her wet folds.
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