I didn't know why I was so nervous. Things were looking up.
“You haven't found her yet,” I said to my reflection as I paused to see if I looked as disheveled as I felt. She better be at this winery and that bitch Dee better not have tipped her off that we were coming.
Luckily, the chartered flight saved us time at the airport. It was costly, about a hundred and fifty dollars each way, but we were there in an hour and ten minutes. I didn't even have time to suggest to Miles that we join the mile-high club.
We checked into the Carson City hotel, which was more of a budget-type place than the Wynn. But it was clean, and it had a soft bed. By the time we were settled, the winery had long since closed. I was glad. I wasn't up for a confrontation with Lisa right now.
“You're tense,” Miles said, coming up behind me as I looked out into the parking lot from the hotel's window. His big hands landed on my shoulders and when he started to massage them, I let out a deep, appreciative sigh.
“It's been a long week,” I said. The view wasn’t as nice as the one outside of the Wynn.
“Any regrets?” he asked.
I turned so I was in the circle of his arms. “Not one.”
The hotel room may have been a little shabby, but it all faded away when his mouth touched mine. Finally. Finally, we were alone and had all the time in the world to explore each other. I kicked off my shoes as he pulled my shirt over my head.
“Disappointed there're no angel wings?” I said breathlessly.
“Not at all. You better be wearing your granny panties.”
I slithered out of my shirt and stood there in my all-white cotton bra and underwear.
Miles groaned. “You're so sexy.”
“Dalton's has warped you,” I said.
“In more way than one,” he agreed.
“Your turn.”
He tossed off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes while I took off his belt and pants.
“I should have made you do a striptease for me.” I held him tight, shamelessly running my hands over his muscled back and tight ass.
“I'm no dancer.” Miles pulled my hair away from my neck and made me go up on my toes with the slight scrape of his five o'clock shadow on my sensitive spots.
“You're a tough guy. Surely, you know karate patterns or something.”
“That's not sexy.”
“Oh, speak for yourself. All those rippling muscles.” I tugged down his boxers and would have eagerly taken him in my mouth, but he stopped me by threading his fingers through my hair and tugging me up.
“That gets me hot,” I told him.
“I know.” He trailed his hand down to my ass. “You've been frustrating me lately. I've been wanting to give this a few hard smacks.”
He demonstrated.
I wiggled against him. “Not my kink unless you're balls deep inside me. Then you can paddle my ass and I'll probably come all over your cock.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Give me that dirty little mouth.”
Hot and hard, his lips tangled with mine as he backed me toward the bed. I sank back into the soft, clean linens and pulled him with me. Miles was one step ahead of me, kissing down to my belly and gently sliding my underwear off my legs.
Starting at my ankle, he kissed and nibbled up my thigh. I shrieked and tried to get away, but not seriously. I wanted to feel his heavy body on top of me, instead of the tickling teasing. But then he got to the juncture of my thighs. He shot me a wicked grin and then he was kissing me down there just as passionately as he had my mouth. With both of my thighs on his shoulders, I was at the mercy of the sweet swipes of his tongue. My hips rose and fell in rhythm to his fast licks.
“Miles,” I moaned, gripping the covers. Staring up at the cracked ceiling, I listened to the wet sounds his mouth made as he probed deeper into me. “Fuck,” I whispered when his tongue swiped over my clit. I lost the use of language when his lips clamped around it and sucked. My thighs tightened around his cheeks and I knew I'd have razor burn on my inner thighs in the morning, but I didn't care.
My body clenched and I came, shivering, bucking, and making animal noises.
“That's what I like,” he murmured, kissing back up my body. Pulling my bra up, Miles didn't bother to even take it off. His mouth sucked in one nipple, while his hand cupped and fondled my other breast.
“I want you between my thighs,” I muttered, trying to rid myself of the tangled bra. I could feel his hot cock, velvety soft but rock hard against my hip.
“Right here?” Miles lifted his head from my reddened nipple as his fingers left my breast and trailed down my body. He plunged two fingers inside me, fucking me with them while he kissed me deep.
Pulling his hair so he would stop kissing me, I said. “Please. Fuck me.”
“Come again and I will.” Leaning over, he took my other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
Gritting my teeth in sweet frustration, I met each thrust of his fingers. “Miles, I want you. Please.” I gasped as his fingers brought me close to the edge.
His mouth on my throat again, Miles moved back to my tortured clit and rubbed it just like I liked. My mind flashed back to the brothel where he had easily made me come all over his hand. The thrill of almost getting caught, of being in such a naughty place, put a smile on my face. New York Jackie would never had done such a thing.
I sighed and held Miles tight. Kissing me, he alternated between thrusting his fingers inside me and tickling my clit. Each little stroke sent frissons of desire through me.
“Miles now,” I begged, lifting my knee so I could stretch my leg over my head.
“Fuck,” he said and fumbled back. “I need a condom.”
I held my leg in place, and I played with myself while he dove for his overnight bag and juggled the box of condoms back to bed. I loved looking at him. Naked, he was all muscles and tattoos and I couldn't wait to have his thick hard cock back inside me.
“Please,” I said when he just looked at me.
“You didn't come,” he said. “Let me see you come, beautiful.”
That was easy. My fingers knew just what to do as I stared at him. “Oh,” I cried out as the orgasm snuck up on me, crashing pleasure over pleasure through me.
Miles dove inside, riding the wave with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on. The bed creaked fast and the headboard slammed hard against the wall. I hoped the people in the next room were listening and getting turned on. I laughed, but it turned into a deep satisfied moan.
“Harder,” I panted, loving the slapping sounds our bodies made in addition to the bedsprings and the hammering against the wall. Miles’s fingers dug into the mattress on either side of my head. His eyes were wild, his lips pulled back into a feral snarl of pleasure. He pummeled me back into the mattress, each thrust thick and deep. I bit his shoulder and he swore. Sealing his mouth over mine, he kissed me until I screamed inside his mouth as everything narrowed down to the feeling of his body pumping into mine. When I closed my eyes, lights flashed under my eyelids. Every sensation was highlighted, from the scrape of my tender nipples on his raspy chest hair, to the taste of myself on his tongue, I was in sensory overload.
Miles rolled us over and steadied me when I would have fallen off him. He nearly slipped out and I sat up quickly so as not to lose him. He gripped my hips, so I felt his full length. We stared at each other, breathing heavily.
“I've been wanting you on my cock like this since your little lap dance in Dalton's.”
I lifted myself up and down slowly. Miles hissed in pleasure. I dragged my nails down his chest, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for him to know I meant business. He slapped my ass then and my entire body shook.
“Dance,” he said hoarsely.
“There's no music.”
He swatted me again. I liked the burn when I was stretched on top of him like this. I began to move, using his body to come. Winding my arms over my head, I stretched and bounced. Panting, I had t
o lean down and hold his shoulders to get the angle I needed. It made my breasts brush his face.
Miles held them close so he could lick and suck on both nipples at once. I held on and rocked to the beat of the headboard and danced to the screech of the bedsprings. Harder and harder I danced on him. I came apart, clutching half-moons into his chest and crying out his name.
He pushed me gently and I landed on my back, still trying to catch my breath. Flipping me over, Miles yanked me to all fours and plunged back into me again.
“Yes,” I groaned over and over again. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled. I went wild but he held me there, fucking me from behind, his own breathing now ragged grunts. I lost count of how many times he made me come, but the pounding of his hips grew frantic. Miles clutched me tight and snarled a guttural curse as he jerked and came.
I was boneless. I accepted his heavy weight and never wanted to move again.
“Jackie,” he said after several long minutes and a few attempts to speak.
“Mmmm,” I said, already half asleep.
“I never want to let you go.”
I smiled. I felt the same way.
Chapter Seventeen
Miles Carvello
My phone was ringing. I let it go to voice mail. Jackie was zonked out over my chest and I was spent from the wild lovemaking. When it rang again, I knew it was trouble. Carefully easing out from under her, I grabbed my phone and took it into the bathroom and closed the door. I wasn't surprised that it was Highway calling. I was surprised that it was only two in the morning. Seemed like it should be later.
“What, for fuck's sake?” I said.
“Ginny's here.”
“She's late.”
“Thought you’d like to know.”
“Keep an eye on her.” I had told Highway that I’d changed my mind about Ginny and decided to give her a second chance. It made him suspicious because I never gave anyone a second chance. “Was that all?” I wanted to get back to Jackie and feel her lithe body against me. I was starting to get my second wind.
“Paulie's back too.”
“Shit.” I wanted to talk to him about the bullshit drugs and the gun.
“Do you want me to have a few words with him?”
“No. Don't scare him off. Zeke's not there too, is he?”
“No.”
“Does Paulie seem frantic, like there was something missing from his locker?”
“Not that I heard.”
“Check around.”
“We got a thief?”
“I don't know what we got. How's security looking?”
“A few drunks. One guy tried licking Raven.”
I winced. “Was there anything left of him by the time you got there?”
“Plenty, and I learned a few new Russian curse words.”
“It's good to have a hobby. Has anyone approached Ginny for anything other than a lap dance?”
“Nope.”
“If she goes back into the dressing room with someone, let it happen.”
“Are you getting a cut of the action now? Is that why she's back?” Highway's tone was flat with disapproval.
“No, but trust me on this. I've got it covered.”
“How long are you going to be playing house in Carson City?”
“I'll be back tomorrow before prime time. Don't get your panties in a bunch.”
“I go commando.”
“And I needed to know that why?”
“Something sweet to think about before drifting off to sleep.”
I shook my head. “I'm going to bed. Don't call me unless the club is on fire or you run into something you can't handle. Everything else can wait until tomorrow night.”
“You got it, boss.”
I turned my phone off for the first time in two years. Dalton's could get along without me for a day. I hoped.
The next morning I convinced Jackie to take a shower with me. I loved the feel of her soapy breasts in my hands. And she loved rubbing my cock, slicked up with the same slippery suds.
“I'm going to come in your hands.” I lifted my mouth from hers to tell her.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into me. “You are.”
“I don't want to stop fondling these to flick you into an orgasm.”
“I'm a little sore this morning,” she admitted, ducking her head shyly.
“Sorry about that.”
“No, I enjoyed it.” Jackie rubbed me harder.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed her hard caress. “Why don't you give me a lap dance on my face then?”
“Not until you shave.” She gasped when I slammed both hands onto the wall to keep my balance.
I came all over her soapy hands and let the hot spray of the shower rinse us clean.
“I'll go shave.” I kissed her again.
“You're going to drown me.” She laughed.
Staggering out of the shower, I thought it was funny that I was a little weak in the knees. I must be getting old if marathon sex was slowing me down. I toweled off and wrapped it around my waist. I had just finished shaving when Jackie stepped out of the shower.
“You all right?” I asked as she steadied herself on my shoulder. “I was about to send out a search party.
Jackie wrapped her arms around me and laid a cheek against my back. “Just enjoying a long hot shower. I'm usually in the office and have had several client meetings by now.” She yawned. “Let's go hit a buffet or something. I could eat my shoes, I'm so hungry.”
“We can go to the Carson City Casino. They've got an all-you-can-eat spread that I hear is pretty decent.”
“I guess I have to get dressed,” she said grumpily.
“We could get room service,” I suggested. “Unless you're still sore.”
“I should be okay by lunch.” She reached around and untucked my towel.
“I'm sorry I was so rough,” I said, feeling a little guilty.
Jackie poked her head from around my body and smiled at me in the mirror. “It's not you. I'm not used to all this dancing and fucking. But I'm getting there.”
“Good.”
The breakfast buffet was a work of art. I had steak and eggs and a side of hash browns. I was considering going up and getting an omelet when Jackie's phone rang.
“I don't recognize the number,” she said, “But it could be Lisa.”
“You better take it. I'm going up for round two. Do you want something?”
“Chocolate croissant.”
I nodded and left to fill my plate. When I got back, our coffees had been refilled, but Jackie had her head in her hands.
“Did something happen?” I asked as a wave of alarm when through me.
She lifted her head. Her eyes were brimming over with tears. I snatched her hand and rubbed it. Then I noticed she was grinning like a fool.
“Travesty called me back. They narrowed down to five people and I'm one of the five.”
“That's fantastic. When do they want to see you?”
“Tonight. Apparently, one of the backers is flying in and wants a say in the casting. It's at seven p.m. We should be back by then, right?”
“Plenty of time. But we should finish up here so we're there when the winery opens.”
“Good idea.” Jackie got up to leave, but I tugged her down.
“We've got time to finish your coffee and chocolate croissant.”
“Right,” she said. “I'm still reeling. I never thought I'd make it this far. They actually called me back. Thank goodness I was able to sub in my information for Lisa's. That way Zimmerman never has to know.”
“Unless you get the job.”
Jackie shook her head. “I can't think about that now. One step at a time. If I start making plans, and it doesn't happen, I'll be crushed.”
I felt a flicker of satisfaction that she was considering taking the job. I wouldn't push now, but I was going to make it very easy for her to say yes to staying in Las Vegas with me.
“It will be go
od to see Lisa and talk to her,” Jackie said, cupping her coffee mug in her hands.
“Are you sure she'll want to see you?”
“Probably not,” Jackie said. “But ask me if I give a fuck.”
That's my girl.
The drive out to the winery was uneventful and we were the first ones in for the tour. Jackie immediately went into the bar area and I followed. It was a tourist trap, with wine barrel tables and fussy chairs. I wasn't much for wine. I just wanted this over as quickly as possible so Jackie could concentrate on her second audition.
“Is Lisa Mitchell working today?” Jackie asked one of the bartenders, who had a set of wine glasses in front of her and several open bottles.
“No, she quit last week.”
“What?”
The woman flinched at Jackie's vehemence.
“Sorry,” Jackie apologized. “It's just that I've come all the way from New York to see her and she mentioned that she was working here.”
“Yeah, that sounds like Lisa. She's only interested in one person, herself.”
Jackie opened her mouth to argue, but then switched gears. “Parker isn't here is he?”
“Parker who?”
“Her boyfriend?”
“I didn't know she had a boyfriend,” the bartender said. “But maybe that's why she left without giving notice. She seemed the type to let a man call the shots for her.”
I could see Jackie's shoulders slumping and I stepped in closer for moral support.
“You don't happen to know where she went or why she left?” Jackie asked, slinging an arm around me. I gave her a quick hug.
“She said she got a new job, but she didn't tell us where.”
Jackie sighed and dug into her handbag for her card. “I'm her sister. Is there any way you can give me the address she put down on her application? I need to find her. Our mother is terribly worried about her.”
“I'm sorry. I can't.”
“What about the owner or the manager?”
“I am the owner.”
“I can prove that I'm her sister.”
“I can't divulge personal information. I could get in trouble.”
“She's right,” I said, when Jackie would have protested more. I’d bent the rules and it was only because Grier owed me a few favors that he did the background check on Jackie that made me comfortable giving out Lisa's address.
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