by Bethany-Kris
A chuckle escaped his lips, but the second Diego shifted on the couch, Renzo went quiet and still all over again. The kid needed to sleep, but he’d fought every second of it once they checked into the hotel. Maybe it was his excitement at all the new things surrounding him, or just the fact that he wanted to explore the hotel room. Who knew?
But Lucia managed to convince Diego to watch one of his favorite cartoons on the television while laying down on the pullout couch, which then led him to cover up with a blanket while he shoved junk food in his mouth. They’d been sitting on the loveseat discussing plans for the next day, turned to check on Diego, and found he was already out.
Hopefully, for the night.
Although, Renzo didn’t know what was so interesting to the kid about the hotel room. There wasn’t very much to see. Sure, it was clean, the carpet wasn’t two decades old, there was a single bedroom and a bathroom separated from the rest of the space. Plus a small sitting area, kitchenette, and a little veranda. A few framed photos of different spots in Vegas and Nevada acted as artwork for the walls, and the curtains on the windows were dark enough to keep the lights from signs out while they slept.
It would do the job.
It wasn’t much to look at.
It was still expensive at three-hundred a damn night, though.
“Get over here,” Renzo said, chuckling softly. “Before you wake him up again.”
Lucia stuck out her tongue at him. “Right, I’m the one that wakes him up. It’s not like he just hears your voice, and boom, he’s up for hours.”
Yeah, that was fair.
Not that he was going to admit it.
The second Lucia had dropped the garbage in the small trash bin, and was close enough for Renzo to reach out and grab her, he did just that. It felt like over the last couple of days, this woman was constantly too far away from him for too many reasons. He didn’t get to hold her, smell her, or even fucking kiss her nearly as much as he wanted to.
But here they were.
In Vegas.
Shit was better—it was finally coming together. And the only thing he really wanted to do in that second was celebrate with Lucia. Quietly, sure. They didn’t need to wake up Diego. But he knew everything would feel better the second he got her close. Nothing and no one could drag him out of the haze that Lucia put him in every time he was touching her.
Sliding his hands up under her jaw, he tipped her head back so the two of them were staring at one another. Under the dimmed lights of the room, her hazel gaze glittered. The sudden urge that swept through him was unexplainable and undeniable. Like a rope had suddenly been tied around his neck, and then yanked to draw him closer. His mouth dropped to hers, and she met his kiss with a smile. That little grin of hers turned sinful when a kiss just wasn’t enough to satisfy either of them. Her tongue stuck out against the seam of his lips, and it felt like war.
Everything was second nature, then. Walking her back to the bedroom, never once breaking their kiss the whole way, and then slamming the door shut behind them. Lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist before he dropped her to the bed, and went down with her just as fast.
She arched up from the bed when he fisted her shirt and yanked to hold it taut. Like she was suspended over the bed, waiting for his next move. On his knees, hovering above her, he couldn’t help but just watch her. There was something about Lucia when she was like this that he found most fascinating. How her pupils blew wide, and her lips parted just a little. Soft, tanned skin that begged to be touched and tasted by him. Wavy hair spilling down to the bed. Like a perfect, sexy angel frozen there waiting for him to just do something.
“God, I love you,” he murmured.
Lucia blinked, and a slow smile spread over those pink lips of hers. “Do you?”
“Way too much.”
He’d proven that time and time again, hadn’t he? He loved her crazy. Loved her enough to do all the crazy things for her. This love between them wasn’t easy to understand or make sense of, really. This love might ruin them, but strangely, that was the thing that scared him the least when it came to this woman.
“I love you, Ren,” Lucia whispered. “But I think I might love you more if you got me naked, and loved me while you fucked me senseless, too, you know.”
He chuckled. “Demanding girl.”
“But you like it.”
He did.
He liked that too much, too.
Lucia’s hand came up, and her fingertips grazed his lips before drifting over the line of his jaw, too. And then she dragged those fingernails of hers down his throat. Hard enough to leave red lines behind, he was sure of it. The sting was enough to make him hiss, but fuck him if it didn’t make his cock hard enough to damn near punch through the zipper of his jeans, too. He was all too aware of the way his heart made the shaft of his dick pulse with each beat.
“So fuck me,” she breathed.
How was he supposed to refuse?
Renzo let go of her shirt, then, but only to tug his own off, too. She fell back to the bed, but he went with her as soon as he got his pants pulled down, and kicked away. Tugging clothing from her body with rough hands only made her laugh at his impatience. A sexy, high laugh that echoed in the quiet room, and reminded him of the kid in the next room that he really didn’t want to wake up. He slammed his hand over her mouth as she kicked off her pants, the final piece of clothing on her body except the panties covering her pretty pussy.
Fucking hell.
He wanted a taste of that, too.
More than she could possibly know.
Lucia bit the tips of his fingers, making Renzo cuss low as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. It seemed like she had her own tricks to play on him, really. His momentary distraction was enough for her to grab him by the arms, and pull him to the bed. In the next breath, she had them both flipped over on the bed so that she was straddling him in those black, cotton panties. Her tits caught his attention first as he looked up at her—perky and just big enough to fill his hands.
He stroked her taut nipples between his thumb and forefingers as she ground her hips in circles on his length. Around and around and around until a low, rumbling groan forced its way between his lips. He tipped his head back to the pillow, enjoying the way she felt while she teased him just a little too much.
Then, she was slipping down his body. Like a cat with claws already out and ready to drag down his body, her mouth trailed over his chest and across his stomach while her fingernails scored hot lines into his skin. He hissed from her fingernails, but moaned when she freed his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs, and the head of his cock found the warm wetness of her mouth.
Her palms tightened at the base of his length, and her mouth sucked his tip while her tongue swirled teasing circles against sensitive flesh. He loved the way she moaned with his dick in her mouth—how the vibrations hammered through his cock, and straight down into his balls. He needed something to steady himself; something to make him feel like he had a little bit of control here because she couldn’t have it all.
He’d explode.
“Fuck, yeah, suck me like that,” Renzo grunted.
His hands found the strands of her hair. He used one to gather the curtain her hair made, blocking his view, and piled it on the top of her head so he could see what she was doing to him. Burning hazel slammed into his gaze, and he cursed at the sight of his thick cock stretching her mouth open. The way her saliva slicked up his dick every time her head bobbed. She grinned, her lips pulled back just enough to flash her white teeth before she dragged them over his length.
“Shit,” he choked.
God, yeah.
She was going to kill him.
“Easy, Lucia,” he warned.
She just did it again.
Goddamn tease.
Using his free hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbed tight, and yanked her sideways to get better access to her body. She was just close enough now th
at he could fit his hand between her thighs. There, he found her slick and hot against his fingertips. Her body shuddered the second his fingers slid along the seam of her sex.
Dripping, really.
Damn, she was wet.
“Does that get you hot?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her clenching pussy. “Sucking my dick—does it get you wet, babe?”
He didn’t need her to answer.
Not when he could see it in her eyes.
Yes, it absolutely did.
If anything, his fingers fucking her while she sucked his dick only spurred her on. The harder he fucked her with his fingers, the tighter she sucked on his cock. Lost in the sensation of her tongue dragging along the pulsing vein in his shaft and the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her sex, he didn’t feel the orgasm coming until it was almost too late to stop it.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, yanking her off his cock before he blew his load way too early.
Lucia, wide-eyed and wet-lipped, barely managed to catch herself with her hands when he flipped her over on the bed. He pulled her to the very edge as he stepped off, widening her thighs while his fingers dug into her slicked skin. Because fuck yeah, she was wet enough that just his little bit of playing with her pussy had made her thighs glisten with her juices.
He heard her gasp when he bent down to lick along her inner thigh—he still wanted that taste, after all. His knuckles grazed her sex at the same time, and she let out a louder sound.
“Can’t have that,” Renzo said, plucking those panties up from the floor that he’d discarded from her body earlier. “Can’t wake Diego up, Lucia.”
She peered over her shoulder at him, and her gaze darkened at the item he held. “Oh, my God.”
“Open up.”
Lucia grinned. “Seriously?”
“Can you keep quiet?”
“Yeah, probably not.”
Sweetly, she opened her mouth and let him stuff those black panties in. Fuck, he swore nothing looked better than her on her knees with her ass wide, her pussy on display while she watched him over her shoulder, and had panties gagging her quiet. His control was entirely gone, then. The only thing he really cared to think about was getting himself buried as deep into her pussy as he could. He did just that, too. Grabbed her waist with one hand, he lined up his cock against the soft flesh of her sex with the other.
All it took was one hard flex, and he was flying again.
Too close to coming again.
Barely able to breathe again.
There was something about Lucia’s pussy that could put him on his knees. She tightened around his length as he stretched her open, and worked his cock in until he couldn’t see anything but their bodies tight together when he looked down. Using the tip of his thumb, he dragged it around her sex, stretching those sensitive tissues a little more and loving the way her pussy hugged him tighter because of it.
Those moans of hers were quieter now.
They weren’t silent, though.
Pulling out, he slammed right back in again. Her knees slipped on the bed, but he already had an arm around her waist to keep her up. He couldn’t seem to fuck her hard enough, then. Like he couldn’t pound into her fast enough to satisfy the dark urge clawing at his insides. All the while, she watched him over her shoulder.
Lips curved around those black panties. Hair a wild mess. Eyes glittering.
Goddamn.
She looked good under him.
She always looked good like this.
He kept that pace up, and felt her hand slip between her thighs at the same time. Her hand worked at her clit while he pinned her to the bed by grabbing the back of her neck, and pushing the upper half of her body into the mattress.
Fuck.
“I want you to come,” he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.
Like he was aching from the inside.
Because he was.
He wanted her to come.
Because he needed to come.
The only time her gaze left his was when she did finally let go. He felt her back tense, and her hand between her thighs froze. He knew it in the way her pussy clenched even harder around him, and her eyes screwed shut before her teeth bared around those panties. She came hard—shaking and whining. He came harder, leaving streaks of come across her back when he pulled out just in time.
He’d been wrong before. She looked even better spread out on the bed under him with his semen painted on her skin.
She looked like sin, and his.
Nothing was better than that.
• • •
“Grab the door, Ren!” Lucia shouted from the bathroom where she was currently brushing Diego’s teeth. “It’s probably the lunch we ordered.”
Hopefully.
He was fucking starved.
Renzo scooped up Diego’s handful of cars—he’d gotten to pick one toy when they went shopping, and of course, picked a pack of small cars—and tossed them into a pile by the side of the couch. He didn’t even bother to check in the peephole before grabbing hold of the door, and swinging it open. The guy waiting on the other side with a paper bag in hand was definitely not the food they’d ordered for lunch.
Maybe it was the way the guy carried himself, the aviator shades covering his eyes, or the leather jacket molded to his chest, but he just didn’t scream delivery man. He also wasn’t recognizable to Renzo, which was a problem. He didn’t fucking trust anyone lately.
“What can I do for you?” Renzo asked.
“You Renzo?”
Renzo arched a brow. “Depends on who is asking.”
The man grunted in the hallway, shoved his aviators high on his head, and glanced down the empty hallway. “Tuck sent me, actually. Are you gonna make me stand out here in the hallway all afternoon, or what?”
Well, in that case …
Renzo stepped back, and widened the door. Opening one arm as if to invite the man in, he asked, “Do you have a name?”
“Not for you.”
Jesus.
Just who was Tuck messing around with in Vegas, anyway? Renzo had to push that question out of his mind because he couldn’t afford to know. If this guy had the shit he needed to move a little easier and breathe a little freer, then nothing else mattered.
The guy headed for the table in the small kitchenette area of the room, and dropped the paper bag down uncaringly. By the time Renzo joined him at the table, he’d already pulled out the items from the bag. Two sleek, black burner phones with cards to activate them. Two IDs.
Renzo picked up the one ID, and looked it over. The brunette on the front looked nothing like Lucia, but if she flashed it fast enough and someone didn’t really care to look at anything else but the birthdate stamped on the front, then they would be fine. Frankly, the ID that had been brought along for him wasn’t in better shape. The guy in the picture didn’t even have the same hair color as he did, and he was at least three inches too short according to the height listed. But again, it wouldn’t matter, if no one paid too close attention to the ID when it was flashed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Renzo watched Lucia direct a towel-wrapped Diego through the main section and into the bedroom. She shot him a look—a silent, you good?—but he only nodded back in response. She didn’t need to get involved in his business with Tucker. The more he could keep her away from while they were in Vegas, the better he figured it would be for both of them.
“Well, there you are,” the guy muttered, bringing Renzo’s attention back to the task at hand. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”
Renzo nodded, and packed the items away in the brown paper bag once more. “It is. Let Tuck know I appreciate it.”
“Can let him know that yourself when he calls one of those two phones. He’s gonna have a job for you to do—payback for all of this, if you will,” the guy said, gesturing at the bag.
Payback?
Renzo didn’t think so.
He wasn’t doing shit for
free.
“I already paid him for the phones and IDs,” Renzo pointed out.
The man grinned, but it wasn’t warm at all. In fact, it came off as entirely cold and almost a little patronizing when he nodded, saying, “Yeah, that’s not really how Tuck works. Money is a given, but he likes to make sure you really appreciate his willingness to … take care of you, so to speak.”
“Is that so?”
“The cost is always doubled with Tuck.”
Renzo’s jaw tightened with anger, but he managed to keep it in. It seemed that Tuck hadn’t changed all that much since he left New York. He was still a fucking prick at the highest level when he wanted to be. Besides, there wasn’t very much he could do either way. He didn’t need problems here, too. Not when they just arrived.
“Fine,” Renzo said.
The guy smiled in that cold way again. “Good. Tuck will call. And when you go for the job, just bring you. No one else. Got it, New York?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I got it.”
Didn’t mean he liked it, though.
• • •
“What did he mean?”
Renzo just finished activating the phone Lucia picked between the two—although she was aware Tuck might call either number—and handed it over. She took it, but still looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for him to answer her question. “About what?”
“That you owe twice … or whatever.”
Shaking his head, Renzo muttered, “Nothing, that’s just Tuck being a fuck, that’s all. He was that way in New York, too. Always liked to have something to hold over someone else, in a way. I guess that’s just how he always made sure someone else owed him, and not the other way around. I’ll handle this job, and then he’ll be happy.”
“Except you asked if he had any other work for you, too. So, it’s not really going to be over,” Lucia pointed out. “Because you still might be doing work for him.”
Renzo chuckled, and leaned over to press a kiss to the top of Lucia’s head. She really was too smart for her own good. Quick as a whip, maybe. Nothing was getting past her. She grinned up at him like she could read his mind, and winked.
