When we were both fully geared up for the ride, Greyson got on the bike, and I climbed up behind him. I wrapped my arms around him again and wished I could smell him. All I could smell was the car freshener-esque aroma of the inside of my helmet.
He started the engine, and the bike hummed beneath me. He pulled out of the stall and rode slowly across the gravel. I could hear it crunching beneath the wide tires until we hit pavement. Then he opened it up, and the engine roared. We tore off down the street that would lead us back to the highway.
The speed gave me an excuse to hold on to him tighter.
Chapter 17
Greyson
After parking the bike in the garage and getting out of all of our gear, Skylar and I made our way back into the house where I poured us each a glass of water. She drank hers like she hadn’t had a drink in a week, so I topped it up again for her.
“Thank you,” she said, lifting the glass to her lips to drink more.
“No problem,” I said, putting my own glass down on the counter. “I’m just going to step outside for a second, alright? I have to make a quick work call.”
“Sure,” Skylar said after only a millisecond of hesitation.
She had noticed the SUV in the parking lot, and she had most definitely caught the way I had looked at it. I didn’t want her to worry so I had shrugged it off, but I knew I had to call Meek as soon as I had the chance to tell him I had been tailed.
I had been tailed by a customer who had threatened me. It wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
I was already bracing myself for the sure to come “I told you so” from him.
As I stepped outside and pulled the glass doors shut behind me, I had already dialed Meek’s number. He answered on the second ring, a little out of breath.
“Hey, boss,” he said.
“Hey, you have a second?”
“Of course, hang on,” Meek said before I heard something heavy hit the floor. I assumed he was at the gym. It was where he spent most of his free time. After maybe fifteen or so seconds, he came back to the phone. “All right, what’s up?”
“You’re not going to like it,” I said, hoping he would fill in the blanks for me and I wouldn’t have to feel like an idiot telling him he had been right the whole time.
There was a short pause on the other line, and all I could hear was my friend breathing into the receiver. “If you give me another day off tomorrow, I’m going to go stir crazy, Greyson.”
“No, no, we’ll both be at work tomorrow. That’s for sure. I need you to look into that black SUV that was parked outside the casino. The blacked-out one.”
“Oh, you mean the one I told you we should have looked into when it first showed up?” Meek asked, accusation coloring his tone.
“Yes,” I said. “That one.”
There was another brief pause on the other end. “Has something happened?”
I scratched the back of my neck and turned back to the house. Skylar was in the kitchen rinsing out her glass of water in the sink. She smiled at me as I turned, and she gave me a small wave. She knew something was wrong. She was a clever woman. She would only let me evade her questions for so long, and I knew I needed to get this taken care of quickly and quietly. Meek needed to know exactly what had happened.
“I took Skylar for a ride today on the back of the bike. We went to the park.”
“The one with the hair?” Meek asked, only somewhat teasingly.
“Yes,” I said dismissively. “And when we came back to the parking lot, the SUV was there. I could feel whoever was inside watching me. Watching us. I don’t want this to put her at risk, Meek. I trust you to find out who’s driving it. If it’s that goof from the other night—”
“I’m sure it is,” Meek said dryly.
“Then I want to have a chat with him. See if you can get him in. Or at least, get me some information on him. I’ll be at the casino tomorrow afternoon, and we’ll talk over lunch, all right? Keep this to yourself, Meek. I don’t want anyone putting themselves in danger looking for this guy.”
“Will do,” Meek said. “Maybe let your girl know what’s going on?”
I looked back at Skylar. She was drawing her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair tie snapped, and her hair cascaded around her shoulders while she shook out her stinging fingers. “No,” I said. “I want to keep her as far away from this as possible.”
“Your call, man,” Meek said. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.”
“Yeah. You too.”
After hanging up the phone, I couldn’t shake the anxious feeling in my gut. I knew that seeing the SUV at the park had been a bad sign. Someone was stalking me, that was for damn sure, and I hated that they had seen me with Skylar.
I considered sending her back to the hotel.
Considered.
Then I shook my head. I was being paranoid. So far, all the car had done was follow me. Whoever was behind the wheel, even if it was the cheater from the other night, was doing a good job of intimidating me, but that was as far as I was going to let it go. This nonsense was going to stop, and no one was going to get hurt.
Skylar opened the sliding doors and called my name.
“Yes?” I said, turning to face her.
“How do you feel about ordering dinner in tonight?” she asked, hanging out the door with one hand holding on to the frame. “I’m sure you know the best places to eat in Vegas.”
I grinned and slid my phone into my pocket. “You have no idea.”
***
We ordered from a gourmet restaurant that didn’t actually do take out, but made an exception for me based on the tips I gave whoever brought the order to my house. We brought it outside and unpacked the bags and tucked in at my patio set for a meal of chicken and vegetables in a sweet white wine sauce.
Skylar closed her eyes as she savored the first bite. “This is magnificent,” she said, pointing at her plate with her fork.
“Right?” I said. “They never disappoint. Always top-notch food.”
Skylar took another bite and nodded. When she had swallowed, she dabbed her lips with her napkin and rested her hands in her lap. “I don’t mean to pry,” she started. “But are you sure everything was okay this afternoon? You seemed put off by that SUV in the parking lot at the park, and I can’t help but worry that something is wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze. “I don’t want you to worry. Everything is fine. Vegas is a surprisingly small town. I recognized the vehicle and didn’t ever expect to see it somewhere like the park we were at. It was out of character, but it didn’t deserve the reaction I gave it. Don’t think on it any longer. It was nothing.”
Skylar seemed satisfied with my answer as she went in for another bite of food. We cleared our plates relatively quickly and started in on dessert: a chocolate mousse cake that rivaled any other treat in Nevada. Skylar was as impressed with the chocolate delight as she had been with the meal, and by the time we were done, she was leaning back in her seat and patting her belly.
“That was delicious,” she said with a content smile.
“It hit the spot,” I agreed.
Her eyes flicked to the pool and the hot tub. Then she looked back to me. “I haven’t been in a hot tub in years,” she said.
“Really?” I asked, my mind already conjuring up images of her naked body in the glow of the lights beneath the bubbles. “That is something we can quickly rectify.”
Skylar smiled and stood. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“Who needs swimsuits?” I asked, tugging my shirt over my head and undoing my jeans. I grabbed a condom from my pocket before stepping out of them. Soon, I was only in my boxers. Skylar covered her mouth and giggled.
“You can go in naked or in your underwear,” I told her, giving her my very best devil may care grin as I made my way to the edge of the tub.
I turned my back to her and pulled my boxers off before rolling the condom on. She was still
giggling playfully behind me as I slid into the water and pressed the button at the edge to start the jets. “Come on,” I said, turning back to her. “I’m lonely already.”
Skylar was still wearing the jeans I had bought for her for the ride on the bike. She was barefoot and in nothing but the same white tank top she had worn the night before. She looked beautiful, as always, as she came to stand above me at the edge of the hot tub. Dipping a toe in, she drew her hair over one shoulder.
Then her hands fell to her waist where she popped open the button of the jeans and unzipped the fly. I watched, transfixed by every movement she made, as she began wiggling her hips and pulling the jeans down her legs. Her thigh muscles appeared and disappeared as she stepped out of the jeans.
The top came off next. Now she stood above me in nothing but her pink panties and matching bra. The turquoise glow of the water lit her skin and made her look ethereal, mystical. Her long curtain of dark glittering hair only added to the fantasy.
Her hands went behind her back, and she unclipped her bra. It fell on top of her jeans. Soon, her panties joined the pile of discarded clothes, and she stood naked and proud before me.
“What are you trying to do to me, woman?” I asked her, my voice low and mingling with the sound of the bubbling water.
She performed a little turn for me, arching her spine and stopping with her back to me. She bent forward just a little, giving me a magnificent view of her. Blood rushed to my cock and my head. She was going to be the death of me. I was sure of it.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder again, and it fell down her back to graze the top of her ass, just above her back dimples.
“Get in here,” I growled, splashing her calves and the back of her thighs.
She giggled and turned back to me, breasts bouncing and nipples going hard in the night air.
“What if I don’t?” she teased, tracing her fingers up her sides until she was squeezing her own tits in her hands.
“Then I’m going to get out, and I’m going to ravage you right here on one of those loungers,” I said, pointing with my chin to one of the cushioned chairs behind her.
“And if I do?”
“Come in and find out,” I said.
Skylar moved to the edge of the tub and sat down on its ledge. She was in the water up to her knees as I went to her. She watched me as I pushed her legs apart and encouraged her to come closer. She perched herself right on the cusp of the wall of the tub.
Her pussy was on display, smooth and glistening with juices. I couldn’t stop from reaching out to feel her. She spread her legs even wider for me and watched as I traced her clit with a wandering finger, which I eventually slipped inside her.
She sucked in a breath, and I felt her walls tighten around my finger. I watched her eyes as I massaged her channel. I stroked her until she let her head hang back and her hair grazed the concrete.
Then I leaned in and tasted her. She was sweet. I flicked my tongue over her clit and eased a finger back inside her. I curled that finger upward until it was pressed against her G-spot. Then, with quick come-hither motions, I fucked her.
Her breathless sighs became moans as I worked her over. Her muscles tightened and relaxed around me as I brought her to the brink of an orgasm. When the tightness held for five seconds, I knew she was going to come.
I pulled my finger out and drew her clit between my lips, suckling and teasing as she came. I lapped at her juices as she sighed my name.
Then I took her hips and pulled her into the water with me.
Chapter 18
Skylar
Greyson’s hands were all over me. I was grateful to be in the water because after he made me come, my legs felt like Jell-O. I hooked my arms around his neck, and he waded out into the middle of the hot tub.
I could feel his cock pressed up against me as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I held myself against him with one arm and reached the other beneath the surface of the water to gently run my fingers over the tip of him. He smiled at me and kissed my cheek and neck.
I grasped his shaft. He kissed me more fiercely, his tongue pushing into my mouth desperately. I kissed him back and held the tip of his cock against my pussy. Then I lowered myself down on it.
Like the first time, there was a brief moment of pain. It was sharp but fleeting, and soon, I had taken all of him, and we were joined under the water. Greyson’s hands held my ass, and he began lifting me up and down.
The hot water was a wonderful combination with his dick inside me. My clit tingled from the water, and he hit that sweet spot deep inside me as he fucked me.
Soon, I was coming again and clinging to him desperately. My nails dug into his shoulders, and my teeth pinched his bottom lip as I moaned. It was too good, too intense, and I needed more of him.
Just as I was about to tell him so, he pulled out of me. I let my legs drift away from his hips, and I floated beside him for a moment before he drew me to the edge of the tub and turned me away from him.
He drew my now-wet hair over my shoulder and kissed my neck and shoulder, then pushed me forward so that I was on my knees on one of the underwater seats. The water bubbled at the tops of my thighs and beneath my ass. My pussy was just out of the water for him.
I was expecting him to keep fucking me, so when his tongue licked me again, I was startled but delighted. I grabbed the edge of the hot tub and leaned over it. I looked back at him. He was barely visible over the arch of my spine and ass, but I could just see the top of his hair.
He eased a finger inside me, and I moaned. He pressed another one in, and all the while, his tongue danced over my clit. I was going to come again.
He fucked me hard enough with his fingers that I could hear my own pussy when I squirted. I cried out in pleasure as my legs shook and my toes curled. Greyson kept going; tongue flicking and fingers thrusting. I thought I might come undone and lose all sense of who I was.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I came again.
After, I was weak, and my brain felt like mush. I was out of breath, and my whole body was succumbing to little spasms of pleasure.
Greyson bent over me, his mouth hovering by my ear. “Don’t tell me I’ve worn you out already,” he whispered.
His voice sent another wave of excitement through me. I arched my back again, pressing my ass into his groin. He chuckled in my ear, and his hot breath on my neck made me shiver.
I wiggled my ass for him. His cock was hard and thick. I wanted him to bury himself inside me. I wanted him to fuck me so hard that I couldn’t tell left from right.
But he made me wait.
He trailed his fingers down my spine and gripped my ass in both hands. He massaged me, spreading me open and running his hands down the backs of my thighs.
When he finally entered me, he wrapped his fist in my hair. I was surprised when he pulled my head back. It didn’t hurt, and I liked giving him the control. I was so used to being the one calling the shots at work and in life that giving in to him felt like the real release.
He pushed me down until my breasts were crushed against the hot tub. As he held me there, he buried his cock in me over and over until his name was on my lips.
His own moan mingled with mine when he pulled me up so that my back was pressed to his chest. He still held my hair, and he used it as leverage to turn my head to the side. He nibbled my ear and pinched my neck with his teeth. I moaned into him and rotated my hips over his cock, feeling the tip of him press against my walls with every thrust.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
He wrapped one arm around my waist so that his hand hovered between my legs just above the water. My clit was so sensitive when he touched me. I bucked against him, and he tightened his grip in my hair.
He pressed his lips to my throat as he rubbed me in quick circles with his hand. His cock moved in and out, and I continued the slow rotation of my hips. I was grinding against him in a way I didn’t even know my body could move.
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bsp; “Fuck,” he grated in my ear. “Your pussy feels so good.”
And, somehow, he fucked me even harder.
My cry was a testament to my pleasure. The water bubbled and sloshed around us as Greyson sped up to his fastest pace, and right when I hit my highest point of climax, his cock swelled inside me and he moaned as he came. We rode out our orgasms together, my hair still in his fist, until Greyson’s thrusts slowed and he bent over me to shower my back and spine with soft kisses and nibbles of adoration.
When he released my hair, he stepped back and sank into the water up to his chin. He watched me as I turned back to him with a small smile playing on his lips.
“What?” I asked, sinking into the water with him.
If he shrugged, I couldn’t tell. “Nothing,” he said. But that smile was still lingering, and those eyes of his betrayed his thoughts.
“Liar,” I said.
“You just always manage to surprise me, somehow,” he said. “I’m not used to being surprised.”
“No?” I asked.
He shook his head and then glided through the water toward me. I stayed where I was, and he gathered me in his arms and pulled me into his lap as he found a seat at the edge of the tub. He leaned over and turned the bubbles off.
I hadn’t realized how loud they were. Their bubbling was replaced by the fizzing of air leaving the water. Tiny bubbles tickled me as they burst against my skin along my legs and back. We waited, surrounded by the hush of the settling water, until we were basked in silence.
All save the sounds of nature around us.
Somewhere nearby, a bird was singing an evening song. Crickets were also chirping in the background if I strained my ears, and the gentle rush of traffic was far, far off in the distance.
“Can you always hear the highway?” I asked, letting myself settle into him.
“Only on the really calm nights. If there is a breeze, it will usually carry the sounds of the traffic north.” He gestured over his shoulder.
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