Ruin Me: Vegas Knights

by Bella Love-Wins

  His hand quickly took my chin and lifted it up. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Miss Angel.” He brushed his lips against my mouth then slid them down to my neck.

  The heat of his touch left me shuddering. But one of us had to be coherent and serious, right?

  “I’m incapable of rational thought right now, Angel. And I know it’s not going to get much better until I’ve had you wet and naked, wrapped around my dick. Can you tell me that won’t help you…focus a little better?”

  He lifted his head, staring down at me.

  This was it—my one chance to bring this sensual madness to an end so we could get some critical details out of the way.

  But that wasn’t what I did.

  No.

  I reached up, pushed my hands into his hair and pulled his face down to meet mine.

  12

  Mac

  This was meant to happen.

  The sight of her standing on that chair, interacting with me, albeit glaring up at the large image of me, filled me with too much heat and too much need. And more than a little pent-up sexual frustration.

  I was already on my way over to greet her when she spoke to it, calling me a sneaky son of a bitch. I’d been called much worse. The irritation in her voice was so blatant, I couldn’t stop myself, to defend my reasoning. Although that was what had made her fall.

  I wasted no time regretting it because I was there to catch her, ending up with that lush, sweet, soft, extra curvaceous body pressed to mine.

  Then something moved between us, against my chest.

  I wasn’t about to try to find the words to ask, to say anything as I let her slide the rest of the way down my body while need, curiosity, and a whole mess of other emotions were raging inside me.

  The next few minutes passed in a blur, time screeching to a halt only when her simple comment managed to cut through the haze of lust, need and…something I couldn’t quite pick apart well enough to define. Maybe it was something I didn’t want to define.

  It was almost a welcome distraction when she’d said, “Are you going to ask me if she’s yours?”

  Ask? Why would I? I’d just known. I knew her baby was mine the minute I found out Angel was pregnant. “I know she’s mine.”

  “Just like that?” She blinked, looking a little surprised. Personally, I was surprised she hadn’t taken off running yet. The possessiveness burning inside me was so overwhelming, catching me off-guard. Possessiveness for her, for the little life growing inside her. For…for things I couldn’t begin to describe, but I knew I wanted them close. Close enough to see every day if possible.

  “I was prepared for you to demand a DNA test or something.”

  Yeah.

  Leonard and Sly had already suggested that, as well as having her sign some sort of contract about custody and child support. Leonard had been in contact with the lawyers he had following us everywhere. I’d told him to keep the lawyers away from me or I’d announce to the whole damn world—via live streaming video—that I was going to be a proud papa. “I’m going to have friends riding my ass, but I don’t need one. You’re not the type to lie.”

  “How would you know that?” She narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin at me. She was already blushing. “I mean no, I’m not but how do you know?”

  Did she have any idea how many emotions she kept written on her face? She wore her heart on her sleeve, as well as the fire in her soul, and the naked love she felt for that baby was already imprinted on every inch of her.

  “You can’t be in my line of work and not be a master at reading people. Now my friend LeVan is better at reading facial expressions. He’s the mentalist on our team. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well. And you lie about as easily as you fly.”

  “I can lie.” She blushed an even brighter shade of red. She made this way too easy.

  Sweeping my finger across one cheek, I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, so I see.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from touching her then, any more than I could help inhaling my next breath of air. Dragging my finger lower, I enjoyed the silky feel of her skin and the way her sultry eyes watched me.

  “You really shouldn’t touch me. Not like that. I’m sure we need to talk, and your touching me does the same thing to me now that it did close to five months ago.”

  “And just what is that?” Maybe she should learn to lie, because that bluntness of hers was so fucking arousing, I had a full-on boner already. But maybe that was from just being near her. Spreading my fingers wide, I curved them over her neck.

  She shivered in response, and I thought of the way it felt when she did a full-body shiver, from head to toe, her nipples drawn tight as they grazed my chest.

  I wanted to see her again.

  Had to.

  All of her.

  Naked and natural.

  Luscious and sexy.

  With her new little baby bump.

  Bump.

  Staring into her face, I slid my hand lower and freed the top button of her blouse. Then another, and another.

  “What exactly do you think are you doing?”

  “Well…you might not have studied people the way I have, but you’re a pretty smart lady, Angel Halliwell. I’ve noticed that about you. I’m sure you can figure this out. But since you asked…I’m unbuttoning your blouse.” And unless she stopped me, I planned on having her naked in the next two minutes.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve done little else at night but dream about you. That’s why.”

  Her lips parted but she said nothing, so I added, “Ever since the last time I touched you, I’ve done little else but kick my own ass all day for not finding a way to track you down. All while my PA kept those letters a big fat secret from me. And now here you are, beautiful. You’re here. And you’re carrying my child. I’ll be damned if I let another moment slip by without getting my hands on you again.”

  She caught me by the arms, her nails biting into my skin. “Spending the next thirty minutes naked isn’t going to do much to help us figure out how we’re going to handle this,” she insisted.

  I already knew how I wanted to handle things. To handle her. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Miss Angel. I’m incapable of rational thought right now, Angel. And I know it’s not going to get much better until I’ve had you wet and naked, wrapped around my dick. Can you tell me that won’t help you…focus a little better?”

  I saw the same need in her eyes that I felt inside me, and knew she wanted this. But it had to be her call. If she wasn’t sure or if she’d already made up her mind about being with me, then while I knew I’d damn well do everything possible to change her mind sooner or later, I’d have to back off for now.

  Barely a second passed before I had her answer—which was for her to pull my face to hers, her mouth meeting mine.

  Fuck yeah.

  She wore a sexy, skin skimming skirt that had drawn my eyes to her ass. Or maybe it had been the fact that everything about her drew my eye. And now, wasting no time, I picked her up, pushing the skirt up to her waist and finding her all but bare underneath. A pair of panties that rode high on her hips covered her.

  The phone rang. Fucking distractions. I ignored it, but some dim knowledge echoed in my head. “Hold on to me,” I muttered against her lips.

  She did, clinging to my shoulders as I crossed the room with her in my arms. With a few flicks of my wrist, I double-locked the front door, thinking I’d take her back over to the couch.

  That didn’t happen.

  She licked my lips, her tongue teasing and taunting me right there at the door. And when I opened for her, she stole inside, devouring my last shred of sanity and rational thought. Growling, I fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back. She moaned and arched, tightening her legs around me, rubbing against me with slow, sinuous movements. I could feel the hard curve of her belly, then the larger swell of her breasts.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, pulling back and staring down at
her chest.

  Her tits all but spilled over the bra. I fucking loved the view. Reaching for the front clasp, I kept watching as her rounded mounds were freed. Her nipples were a darker shade of rose now, almost red. That made me swear some more, boosting her higher up on the door so I could take the first one, then the other, into my mouth.

  She jolted like I’d shocked her.

  So responsive. So yielding to my touch. But then again.

  Hesitating, I looked up at her. “Did that hurt you?”

  “No.” She moaned, her soft voice vibrating with need. “No. Yes. Maybe…it’s just…put your mouth back on me, Mac. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  I did, lightly.

  She sucked in a lungful of air and tugged on my hair. “More.”

  Sucking the swollen, hard nub deeper into my mouth, I groaned as she sank her nails into my neck. Her voice, broken and ragged, rose in my ear as I sucked, licked and bit on nipples that seemed ten times more sensitive than when I saw her last. When I slid my hands up to catch her panties, she let go of my hair to palm her breasts, something that was so fucking sexy, I thought I’d come right there in my jeans.

  Instead of dragging off her panties or shoving them to one side, I tore them open, then freed my cock, wrapping one hand around my aching piece of flesh, stroking roughly as I lifted my mouth from a wet, gleaming nipple. “I’m either going to come inside you in the next few minutes…or all over myself. Which way do you want it?”

  “Come inside me,” she whispered. “Now.”

  “I’m not wearing a condom,” I pointed out.

  Under normal conditions, that was one surefire way to throw cold water on things. At least it should have.

  “I haven’t been with anyone else without protection—ever,” she admitted. “Except when the condom broke that first time. We were trying to be safe.”

  “True. I can stop,” I added. Dipping my head, I nipped at her lower lip, tugging on it before releasing. “I can get a rubber. I haven’t been with another woman since you. I just… don’t want anyone else. I’m clean. And…” I slid a hand between us, resting it on her belly. “There’s this.”

  “You have a point. It’s not like I can get pregnant again—not right now.” Her eyes fell closed. “Do it. Come inside me. Now,” she hummed against my lips.

  “Okay,” I rasped with satisfaction.

  I threw aside the flimsy fabric of her panties and caught her legs behind the knees, spreading her wide, opening her like a flower before driving into her in one sharp thrust.

  Angel shuddered. There was a particular erotic pleasure in knowing—in feeling her. Feeling the knowledge of it. I felt her pussy tighten around me even more. “I…” she swallowed, almost as though trying to control the clenching of the inner muscles that kept gripping, then releasing. Every time her body milked my cock, my cock jerked inside of her, and then it started all over again.

  Then I pulled back a little to look down at her. Her flesh was pink and wet, the folds and clit already swollen. “We’re going to do this slower, later. I’m going to taste you and lick you until I’ve got your scent, the feel of you, everything branded on my memory like before,” I told her. Then, staring into her eyes, I pulled out all the way, angled my hips, and pressed the head of my cock against the slit of her slick pussy.

  Angel wiggled and groaned, arching her body to deepen the contact. I released the tension in my arms. Her weight dropped fully on my cock. She lifted up with a helpless sigh just as I picked her up and thrust into her. Then I did it again, letting her use her weight and gravity to drive herself down fully on my cock. At the same time, I titled my hips up to meet her, forcing myself so completely inside her that if it was possible, our flesh could’ve merged.

  She thrashed against me, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled my face down to meet hers. With teeth and tongue, she kissed me. She drew me into her mouth, sucking on me until I almost went mad.

  Then something thumped on the door.

  It took a few seconds for it to register that it wasn’t us.

  Someone, not something.

  On the other fucking side of the penthouse door.

  Fuck.

  I froze.

  Angel pulsed around me, staring up at me with shocked, almost terrified eyes. Unable to stop myself, I withdrew, then thrust into her again, slower, gentler, quieter.

  “Yo, Mac. How are things going in there?” Sly said through the door.

  Sly, goddammit.

  Angel hunched in on herself, shoulders tucking forward as if she wanted to fold away and hide herself.

  Oh, no. That’s not happening, baby doll. Catching her shoulders, I held her steady as I rotated my hips in the cradle of hers, still watching her face. “Get the hell out of here, Sly. We’re busy.”

  He knocked again. “Hey, man…”

  “Now, Sly. Just fuck off until I get back to you.”

  Then I retested the main lock, then the chain lock and deadbolt to make sure he wouldn’t get in. Shoving us away from the door, I carried Angel over to the couch. I sat with her draped across my lap, one hand palming her ass, the other tangled in her hair.

  “Sorry about that,” I said against her neck, rocking against her. “Just forget he was ever here. Meddling control freak.”

  “I…” She shuddered, her hands braced on my shoulders. “Shit. I can’t…Mac…”

  Pulling back, I cupped her face in my hand. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Her blue eyes met mine. “No. I want you to make me forget that just happened.”

  So that’s what I did.

  Again, and again.

  Hours went by.

  Unfortunately, as much as I didn’t mind the idea at all, I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with my dick buried inside the hot and sexy mess that was now Angel Halliwell. She was the one to break contact. She wiggled away and mumbled something under her breath.

  “What?”

  She whispered it again, but it was still so quiet.

  “You’re going to have to—”

  “I have to pee,” she said with a sniff. “Bump enjoys using my bladder as a trampoline.”

  I blinked at her then. “Oh. Um. Of course. “I pointed at the door behind the slab of rock I used as my desk. Getting up, I hitched my jeans back into place and roughly tugged down my shirt. Just like that, and I was mostly presentable although I felt like I had her branded onto every inch of me.

  The door shut behind Angel just as I finished smoothing down my shirt. I glanced over at it, hardly able to smother a grin before it took over my entire face.

  I missed her.

  I got to know Angel for all of one night, and I’d felt it every damn day for close to five fucking months since she left.

  I missed her and she was back now.

  If I had my way, she’d just stay right here with me.

  That, I realized, was what I wanted. To not be lonely anymore. To have someone who made me smile and who looked at me in a way that made it clear she didn’t see me as a name, or the heir to a family fortune, or some scarred fuck-up who ran far away from said family.

  She saw me.

  And I wanted her.

  My phone rang before she came out. I rolled my eyes. Sly was the most determined son of a bitch I’d ever met.

  “What?” I answered in as gruff a tone I could muster up, then waited to see how he’d handle it.

  “Were you seriously just fucking her in your place? Right there at the door? In our hotel? What are you, fifteen?”

  “What I’d like to know is why you feel it’s any of your goddamned business. Can you tell me that?” I asked calmly, eyeing the bathroom door. She sure as hell made me feel like fifteen. Or what fifteen should probably feel like. Back when I was that age, things in my life were so far from normal, I probably wouldn’t have known how to handle it if a beautiful girl had so much as said hi, let alone flirt with me and let me fuck her. Over and over again.

  “You… are you fucking
kidding me right now?” Sly sputtered. “It’s our hotel!”

  “People have sex in hotels,” I replied. “And last time I checked, this is my place too. Relax, okay? We have the privacy we need. This wing is ours. Unless you plan on taking out an ad?”

  He slammed down the phone.

  Thank fuck he got the hint.

  Less than a minute later, the door to the bathroom opened and Angel stood there, smoothing down her wrinkled skirt and glancing around nervously. “Was that your phone?” she asked softly, studying my face. “Wait, was it that guy again?”

  “Who?”

  “Whoever it was that banged on the door.” She shrugged self-consciously. “I heard you talking and figured it was.”

  “Yeah. It was Sly again.” Not sure how she was dealing with this, I propped up one booted foot on my desk and observed her. “He asked me if I was fifteen years old. I didn’t answer him, but that’s roughly about how old I feel around you.”

  A quick smile danced across her face. Her cheeks flushed bright pink.

  “I take it that was one of your friends,” she said, her voice a little steadier.

  I shrug. “Or not, if he doesn’t quit the meddling.”

  She laughed, a sound that was quick, bright and beautiful. Greed ripped through me. I wanted, coveted everything about her.

  “And he knows we were…” Angel’s blue eyes glanced toward the door, then returned to mine. “He knows, doesn’t he?”

  “Yes, anyone passing by on the other side of that door would’ve figured it out. But he’s the only one with the balls to ask outright.” I was mad at Sly all over again.

  Laughter burst from her again. Her cheeks were hot red now, and she turned away, covering her face with her hands. “I must be reverting to my fifteen-year-old self too,” she squeezed out between giggles. “So much for making a good impression.”

  “Fuck impressions. Just be you.”

  Her laugh was infectious. I got up, moving around to pull her close against me again. “Trust me, Sly wouldn’t know how to recognize a good first impression if it upped and bit him in the ass.”