I took over control, pushing him back against the chair, digging my heels into the floor and riding his cock, my voice coming out in short bursts, guttural and raw as I took him closer to orgasm. “You say that now, but wait. Wait until you see me on top of another man. Wait ‘til his arms are wrapped around my body, his mouth on my tits.” I stared into his eyes, watched the dark flash of excitement as his hands traveled over my skin, possessively squeezing. “I’m going to come so hard on his cock, I’m going to fuck him until he explodes all over my sweet little face, and you’re going to wonder, baby. You’re going to wonder who made me come harder, whose cock I am thinking about next time you fuck me.” He groaned and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, my breasts tight against his shirt, and came, thrusting into me, over and over, our juices mixing as he fucked me through the orgasm, his breath hot on my neck, his mouth taking mine until we both collapsed, spent and euphoric, on the leather chair.
No, no one ever owned a god. But I was working on taming, fooling him into submission.
Chapter 26
“Are you hungry?”
I considered the question, nodding even as my stomach growled, a sound that triggered a grin on Brad’s face. He leaned forward, calling to the front seat. “Leonard, can you call in an order and then swing by Woll’s?”
“No.” I shoved his shoulder. “Fast food. We’re not getting a ‘to go’ order from Woll’s. Besides, it’s two a.m., the kitchen is probably closed.”
“Fast food?” Brad said dubiously, slinging an arm around my shoulder. With his physique, the man probably hadn’t eaten a cheeseburger in years.
“Yes. Fast food. It’s called McDonald’s. The king of late night.” I leaned forward. “Leonard, you know where there’s a McDonald’s on the way home?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, his eyes smiling at me in the mirror.
“Great.” I leaned back and snuggled against Brad.
“So ... I get no input.”
“Nope,” I said cheerfully. “I’m putting my foot down with this one. Besides, you need to learn how to release a little control.”
“You know ...” he growled in my ear, nipping my ear lobe gently. “I give you one little company and you get all authoritative on me.”
“It’s McDonald’s, Brad. You’re overdue.”
The line for the drive-through ended up stretching two blocks back—my meal choice being in line with about a hundred other Vegas tourists. We settled in, content on waiting, and I rested my head on Brad’s shoulder, watching scores of people walk by at a pace that quadrupled ours. “So, what is your plan for Alexis?”
“I thought we settled this back at Saffire.”
“Oh, you mean when you fucked me in the VIP area, and I lost all rational thought processes? No. That didn’t settle anything.”
“It felt settled.”
I tilted my head. “Nope. Not settled. What’s the plan?”
He sighed. “I guess I can head over there early afternoon. What time does our plane leave?”
I twisted my mouth, trying to think. “Around six-thirty.”
“Then I’ll head over to Saffire around three. Talk to her, then swing by and pick you up, and we can head to the airport. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
“As awkward as that’d be, no. Plus, I don’t want her to think I’m forcing you to do this.”
He frowned down at me as the car rolled forward. “But you are forcing me to do this.”
“Moot point, Brad. Moot point.” I grinned cheerfully and rolled down the window, watching the metal intercom as we swung to a stop before it.
I ordered for both of us, feeling Brad’s irritation as I rattled off an order of mild complexity. I paused, looking up to Leonard, and he passed on his request, the grand total of the order coming to a whopping $21.24. Brad passed me cash, grumbling all the while, and I silenced him with a kiss.
We ate while the car moved, gorging on Big Macs and fries, a strawberry milkshake making mild interruptions into the feast. With tomato juice running down my chin, I closed my eyes in pure bliss, Brad’s voice saying something in the background. “What?” I managed through a mouthful of yum, opening my eyes to find him watching me in amusement.
“We can head back through if you need seconds.”
I shook my head, setting the burger down and leaning back, my stomach stretched beyond comprehension. “No, I’m good.” I cradled my milkshake, taking a long, perfect sip of strawberry ice, the cooling sensation running down my throat in pure bliss. “I didn’t see you complaining while you demolished your meal.”
He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth, grinning at me. “No. No complaints.”
I yawned, glancing at my watch. “How far are we from Bellagio?”
“Five minutes. You feel like hitting the casino?”
I arched my brow at him. “Do I look like I feel like gambling? I’m three steps away from a cheeseburger coma.”
He laughed, scooping an arm around my waist and planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “Fine. I’ll forgo a chance to bleed MGM dry and get you into bed.”
“Poor you.”
He grinned down at me. “You have no idea.”
Chapter 27
Sometimes you could see disaster coming, like an erratic wave that kept drawing, drawing, drawing attention to the beach until whoosh a swimmer becomes victim to its grasp.
Alexis was that wave, Brad was that swimmer, and I sat on the beach and watched the whole thing happen.
♦♦♦
I awoke to an empty room, the pillow top absent one impressively large body. Rolling over, I stretched, my arms reaching empty space instead of hard muscle. I frowned, propping up on one elbow and glanced at the clock. 11:13 a.m.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Brad strode in the room, rolling up the sleeves on a button-down shirt, looking ridiculously hot with a five-o-clock shadow and dress pants.
“What’s all ... this?” I gestured sleepily, my hand waving about in an attempt to include his head-to-toe hotness.
“What?” He frowned at me.
“You know what. You. All sexual.”
“I was going to hit the tables before heading to Saffire.”
“In that?” I sat fully upright.
He tilted his head at me, leaning back against the dresser and crossing his arms. “Yes. What’s the problem?”
“You are, in a sense, breaking up with her. Looking hot isn’t going to help matters.”
“You’re being unreasonable. I didn’t pack a lot of things, Julia. We came for one night.”
I sputtered, moving off of the bed and walking over to him, my new vantage point making the effect only more potent. “Then buy something at the gift shop. A furry sweater, pleated jeans.”
“What are you worried about?”
Gee, that gorgeous blonde who’s fucked you countless times, the one who probably has an ‘I love Brad’ poster above her bed? Yeah, I have nothing to be worried about. “Nothing,” I mumbled, waving my arms and sighing dramatically. “Go on. I’ll be fine here.”
He bent, both hands gripping my waist and lifting me easily, my feet and arms flaying out as I struggled. Tossing me onto the bed he leaned over me, his face inches from mine. “Phillipe was going to set up some spa services. I assumed you’d want a massage.”
I rolled my eyes, turning my face to the side. “Among other things.”
“Want me to take care of you before I go downstairs?”
“No. I’ll have Phillipe get me a masseuse that can pull double duty.” I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow and trying to blot out the image of Brad’s deliciousness in front of a sultry Alexis.