by L. P. Dover
Ryley set his glass down and sighed. “I found out tonight that Gabriella’s friend, Ashleigh—the one I fucked around with—was possibly pregnant.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why didn’t you use a condom, dumb ass?”
He shrugged. “We had sex once without one. We were in my pool and it just happened. Trust me, I’m not going to ever do that shit again. I don’t get scared over anything, but that had me fucking terrified.”
I knew not to be that stupid … ever.
“I’m glad it worked out for you, man,” I said. “You as a father would not be a good thing.”
Sighing, Ryley poured another shot and took it. “I know what you mean.”
“Well, if it isn’t the birthday boy,” Jake called, slapping me on the back.
Chuckling, I turned around and took his outstretched hand. He was dressed in a blue button down shirt and black dress pants, his salt and pepper hair slicked back off of his face. When I first met him, I never thought he’d be as reserved as he was since he owned this type of bar, but he was.
“Thanks, boss. I appreciate you letting us use the club for my party.”
“Anything for you, son.” He looked down at my empty glass and lifted a brow. “You know not to get too wasted, right? It may be your birthday, but you have a fight tomorrow. Your dad would be busting your ass right now if he were here.”
“Oh, lighten up, old man,” Ryley teased with a wink. “This is Tyler we’re talking about. He’s not exactly a lightweight like some of the other guys we know.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Cole mumbled, nudging me in the side. “You could put even the best of drinkers to shame.”
Guffawing, Jake shook his head. “Either way, he needs to be careful. I don’t want Steven bitching at me when he gets back into town and finds out his son lost the fight because of a hangover.”
With a smile, I slid him my glass and said, “All right, I’m done.”
He took my glass, lifting his brows skeptically. “Okay, but I’m keeping my eye on you. Have fun tonight and stay out of trouble. I hope you enjoy your birthday present.”
Before walking away, he patted me on the shoulder and winked, and shook Ryley and Cole’s hands. Jake was a middle-aged man with lines on his face from years of stress. He lost his wife to cancer a few years back and ever since then he’d put his heart and soul into the club. He was more like a second father to me; I owed him so much.
As soon as he was out of sight, Ryley poured me another tumbler of tequila and slid it to me. Winking, he said, “Just one more. I won’t tell.”
I tossed it back; it felt good.
I debated on texting Gabriella to see if there was a chance she’d make it, but decided against it. I already had doubts about tonight, and talking to her would only make it worse.
“All right, man, you about ready for your present?” Ryley asked.
“You know it,” I lied. “Take me there.” I knew what it was going to entail, but all I could think about was Gabriella and having her legs wrapped around me … not some call girl’s.
Ryley started off toward the back where several of the VIP rooms were. When he opened the door to the last one, it was dark except for a stage that was lit up with black lights and a ceiling to floor pole. A large couch was set up at the end of the stage, and I knew the sole purpose of that couch was for fucking.
“You are going to sit here,” Ryley commanded, pointing to the couch. “And after she dances for you, she has suggested that you put on the blindfold.” Draped over the armrest of the couch was a red piece of silk.
“Why do I need to be blindfolded?”
Ryley shrugged. “It’s what she wanted. Trust me, after you watch her dance, you’ll be more than happy to do it.”
“How do you know? Have you watched her before?”
“Oh yeah,” he marveled. “She’s amazing. However, if you don’t want her I’ll be more than happy to take her off your hands.”
The mischievous gleam in his eyes had me questioning him. What was he up to?
“Well, if you want her so bad, why don’t you take my place? I think I’ll pass for the night,” I said. “I don’t know if I’m really in the mood for this.” Something was up and I wanted to know what it was.
I started for the door, but he rushed over and stood in my way. “You can’t leave. It’ll ruin everything. Trust me, you’re not going to want to miss this. It’s a onetime deal, if you know what I mean.” He winked at me and opened the door. “She’s not going to be in town long.”
Right then, I knew what he was trying to tell me. It was Gabriella. “It’s her, isn’t it?” I questioned.
He nodded and slapped me on the shoulder. “Yep, so don’t miss this chance. However, if you’re still not in the mood, I’ll take your place.”
“Like hell you will,” I hissed, pushing him out the door. Before he could go, something else came to mind … just a few minutes ago he said he watched her dance. That meant …
“Ryley, when you say you watched her dance, how is that possible?”
He waggled his brows while biting his lip. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased. “Believe me, it wasn’t easy watching her and keeping pure thoughts in my mind. You better treat her right.”
My dick twitched in my pants just thinking about her. “Go get her,” I said. “I’ll be ready.”
Shutting the door, I locked it and took a seat on the couch. There was another entrance to the back she could come through, and after a few short moments, the door opened and she sauntered in. She was wearing a blonde wig, but I would know her body anywhere. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
Let the game begin …
I PUT ON a blonde wig to cover my dark hair and made sure to walk with confidence when I entered the room. My attire consisted of a silver bikini-style top that barely covered my nipples¸ along with silver g-string bottoms.
Ryley’s eyes about popped out of his head when he came to get me, and he mumbled the whole way to Tyler’s room about how it was unfair that I wasn’t dancing for him. It was funny hearing him complain.
The room was lit only by a black light, which made the silver in my outfit glow on my tanned skin. Taking my place on the stage, I waited for the music to play, knowing what I had to do when it began.
It was time; my song started to play … “Bump N’ Grind” by R. Kelly.
Moving my body to the rhythm of the music, I made sure to show him how limber I was as I danced across the stage, making sure to touch myself as provocatively as I could. The pole was definitely fun playing around with, but I wasn’t exactly trained in how to use it.
Tyler sat on the couch and watched me with hungry eyes, his cock straining against his jeans. I was disappointed because in all reality, he wasn’t looking at me like that, he was looking at a stripper. He didn’t know it was me; therefore, what we did tonight wasn’t because of me, but of his own desires of women.
Stop thinking about it like that, Gabby. You knew what you were getting in to.
Yes, I knew what I was getting in to, but I honestly thought that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. It didn’t matter, though. Once the night was over, I would have experienced the desire of my fighter and quenched my thirst for him. It was what I came to Vegas to do … to be with him for one time and one time only. My mind was saying that, but my heart didn’t want it like it.
Once the song ended, I slowly made my way down the stage as Tyler tied the red blindfold around his head, hiding his eyes just like Ryley instructed him to do. I was told not to talk to him just in case he recognized my voice, so I kept quiet when I straddled his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Slowly, I leaned down and kissed his neck, trailing my tongue up to his ear and savoring the salty essence of his skin. He tasted so good. He shivered slightly and groaned when I bit down on his lobe, sucking it as I rocked my hips against his hard cock.
His hands immediately found my hips, and he gripped them tightly before s
liding them up my sides to my breasts. Instantly ripping away the silver top, he pinched my nipples, rolling them in his fingertips.
I couldn’t stay silent after that, so I moaned and tilted my head back. It felt incredible to have his hands on me … finally. I just wished he knew it was me. “Lean back, baby,” he growled.
After doing as he said, he moved forward so that he could take my nipple into his mouth and suck … hard. He bit down and sucked, bit down and sucked, over and over until I thought I would lose control. Unfortunately, I wasn’t supposed to lose control, I was supposed to make him.
Pulling my breasts away from Tyler’s tantalizing mouth, I fumbled with the waist band of his jeans and undid them. Instead, I slid off of his lap and tugged his jeans and boxers down, exposing his long, thick cock that laid heavy against his stomach.
His shirt came off next, but before going down between his legs, I trailed my tongue across his rock hard abs until I got to the head of his cock. The head glistened with moisture, so I flicked my tongue across it and swallowed the saltiness down.
“That feels so good,” he groaned.
Hearing his strangled cry made the insides of my thighs dripping wet, throbbing for more. I wanted to climb back into his lap and take him because I knew I didn’t have that much time before people wanted to see the birthday boy again. If I had my way, I would have sex with him the entire night … but all I had was an hour to have my fun with him.
Ryley had left me a couple of condoms beside the couch, so I opened one up and slid it down on to Tyler’s body, watching him bite his lip the entire time. When I straddled his waist again, he stopped me from sliding down by holding me up.
“Not yet, baby.”
Ever so gently, he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I gasped as he inserted a finger inside of me, and then another. My legs grew weak and shaky, but he held me up with his other arm while thrusting into me with his fingers.
“You are so wet,” he murmured heatedly. “I think you’re ready now.”
I’ve been ready, I wanted to say.
His grip on my waist loosened and he slid his fingers out, only to bring them to his lips and suck them off. It was so erotically hot that I almost had an orgasm just listening to him moan as he tasted me on his fingers.
Slowly, I lowered myself on to his body and took him inch by inch until he was completely inside, filling me. It hurt at first, but the pain was actually pleasurable.
Tyler wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer so that my body was flush with his, my breasts sliding against his chest. He leaned his head down and kissed my neck all the way up my cheek to my lips.
I gave in when he forced his tongue inside and held the back of my head so that I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to, but in the back of my mind it was all a façade. He didn’t know he was with me and he didn’t care. Having sex with women was what he did on a regular basis. It was all a game, just like it was for Ryley and Camden.
I thought I wouldn’t care about that … but I did. I didn’t want to be another one night stand who didn’t mean anything. Even if I didn’t want a relationship with him, I still didn’t want to be forgotten. Now I knew what Ashleigh meant when she gave the twins a hard time about not being just a one night stand. She wanted to matter to them, just like I wanted to matter to Tyler.
“You are so tight,” Tyler whispered in my ear. “I love it.”
Closing my eyes, I rode him hard, trying not to cry as my decision to do what I was doing hung like a ball of regret over my head. It still felt amazing having him inside of me, and I wanted to enjoy it, but I couldn’t. Too many things were going through my mind. As I looked at him, biting his lip and smiling unknowingly at a girl he couldn’t see, my heart shattered.
I couldn’t stay any longer.
Swallowing hard, I quickly lifted off his lap and ran toward the back door, grabbing my robe as I rushed past. I looked back only once, but I disappeared out of sight before Tyler could even see me. I had to get out of there … and fast.
I DIDN’T KNOW what the fuck had happened! One minute Gabriella was on top of me, riding me hard, and the next she bolted out of the door before I could even get the damn blindfold off.
“Gabriella!”
Completely naked, I rushed to the door and grabbed the handle … but it wouldn’t turn. “Goddammit!” I shouted. “Gabriella, stop!”
The door was thick; one I couldn’t break down even if I tried. Jake had it made so that it could keep people out if someone needed protection. On the other side of the door, there was a private hallway that led to various rooms, and also to an emergency exit.
Fuck!
As fast as I could, I ran over to my clothes, peeled off my condom, and got dressed. I couldn’t let her get away without knowing what was wrong. Once everything was in place, I slammed open the door and ran out, only to come face to face with smiling faces and people wishing me a happy birthday.
This was not what the fuck I needed right now.
My heart pounded relentlessly; all I could think about was what happened to make Gabriella want to leave me like that. Also, Vegas wasn’t the type of place for her to run around by herself at night. I had to find her.
The second Ryley saw me he knew something was wrong and followed me out the door. So many people were hollering at me and asking where I was going, but I ignored them. Once we were away from the crowd and outside, I frantically turned to Ryley.
“We need to find Gabriella! I don’t know where she went,” I shouted, fisting my hands in my hair.
“What do you mean you don’t know where she is? What did you do?”
I threw my hands up in the air. “How the fuck should I know. One minute she’s on top of me and we’re having a good time, and the next she’s running out of the room. The fucking door locked when I tried to go after her.”
“Shit,” Ryley hissed, pulling out his phone. “And you didn’t say anything to piss her off?”
“No,” I answered, completely baffled.
Ryley dialed Gabriella’s number, and when she didn’t answer, I decided to try. However, it didn’t surprise me when it went straight to voicemail. “We need to go to the hotel. That’s the only place I can think of that she’ll go.”
“Dude, I can’t drive,” Ryley admitted reluctantly. “I’ve had way too much to drink.”
I held out my hand. “Then give me your keys. After what happened I’m more than sober enough.”
Ryley sighed, reaching into his pocket and held out his keys. “Fine. You drive and I’ll keep calling and texting her. She’ll answer eventually … I hope.”
We got in the car and I sped out of the parking lot, straight for the Bellagio. Ryley had no luck getting in touch with her, and the longer she went without speaking to me, the more anxious and angrier I became. Why the fuck would she leave me like that?
It took all of ten minutes to get to the hotel, and as soon as we did, I parked the Chevy Tahoe at the entrance and threw the keys at the valet. Ryley and I both ran inside—straight to the elevators—repeatedly pushing the button for her floor. It felt like a fucking eternity for the elevator to take us up.
“What if she’s not there?” Ryley asked.
“Then we go to her friends,” I barked. “Surely she’d go to one of them if something was wrong.”
When the elevator opened to her floor, I sprinted down the hall and came to a complete stop in front of her room, banging on her door as loud as I could. “Gabby, it’s me, open up. We need to talk. I need to know what I did to make you run off like that.”
A few seconds passed, and … nothing. I knocked again.
“Gabriella, open the door!”
Again, nothing.
“All right, I’m texting Ashleigh,” Ryley thundered, pulling out his phone. “She’ll know what to do.”
About five minutes after he texted her, she charged around the corner. “What’s going on?” she snapped. “What do you mean you can’t find her?”
Ashleigh turned to me with narrowed eyes. “What did you do to her? There had to be a reason she would take off.”
I didn’t know what to say; I was just as clueless as everyone else. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Ashleigh. Or at least I don’t think I did.”
Closing her eyes, she put her hands on her hips and hung her head. “I swear, I never thought that getting mixed up with you guys would cause so much damn drama.” She lifted her head and huffed, glaring at both me and Ryley. “I’m going downstairs to get a key to her room. I’ll be right back.”
Turning on her heel, she mumbled the whole way down the hall about how much of a pain in the ass we were. She reminded me so much of Gabriella.
“She’s a pistol,” I mentioned to Ryley.
Watching her go, he nodded and chuckled. “You got that right. She’s not an easy one to handle.”
A few minutes later, Ashleigh came back with a key card in her hand. “Guys, if you don’t mind I’m going in there first. I don’t know why she’s ignoring you, but I’m sure there’s a reason. I don’t want you invading her personal space. If she wants to see you then you’ll see her, if not then you’re shit out of luck.”
I was going to see her no matter what anyone said.
Sliding the key card into the door, Ashleigh turned the handle and slowly opened the door. I looked over her shoulder, but it was dark.
Please let her be in there.
THE DOOR TO the room opened and I blinked back my tears when the owner of The Labyrinth, Jake Montgomery, slipped inside with a cup of hot tea in his hands. I had heard so many good things about the illustrious club owner; if it wasn’t for him my brother—and so many other fighters—wouldn’t have gotten where they were today.
He was a good looking man with salt and peppered hair, dressed to perfection in his black slacks and crisp, blue button down shirt. He had the air of a wealthy businessman, and never in a million years would you think he was a club owner. Everyone loved him, and I could totally understand why.
