All Mine: The Complete Series Box Set

by Lauren Wood

  I was a little afraid of his misogynist attitude toward women. He was already undressing me with his eyes. It would only make things complicated to throw caution to the wind.

  “I’m planning on this next job to be my last. The take will be 5050 right down the middle. I would estimate there will be $20,000,000 in your pocket. What you do with it is none of my business.” He was dressed to impress wearing a custom-made suit tailored for his body. There was no tie and the brief hint of skin from the first couple of buttons undone was enough to make me think obscene thoughts. He was the envy of every man in whatever room he stood in.

  “That is a hefty payday and one I would be a damn fool not to consider. I was wondering if there aren’t some extracurricular activities we could be doing to build the trust between us.” The trust-building exercise he had in mind was mattress related. His hand was resting on mine. His thumb was moving across to ignite a spark of excitement. It was having the desired results.

  “I never mix business with pleasure. We keep things platonic without making things personal. I don’t want to care for you. I don’t want you to pine over something you can’t have.” I pulled my hand away like I had stuck it in a boiling pot of water.

  “I think after a few more drinks you might be changing your mind. It’s been my personal experience I look and sound a whole lot better with beer goggles.” I couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lower my guard.

  “Drinking to excess has gotten me into trouble in the past. It’s not advisable for me to walk down that road.” He was soon polishing off a bottle of whiskey and I was getting whatever drink I wanted from a waitress who knew my order like the back of her hand.

  “I’ve never seen anybody handle their liquor…like you do. I’m feeling a little buzzed and you don’t look the least bit affected.” I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the clock to see 2-hours had gone by. I was enjoying seeing him make a fool of himself. The trick was having someone on retainer to make my drinks virgin. He didn’t know any better.

  “Tomorrow is a big day.” I moved my hand through my red hair tangling in the curly locks. “I’m going to take you into my confidence. It’s not going to happen until you are sober. You are going to need some time to sleep it off.” I downed the remaining cosmopolitan without even a trace of liquor on my crimson lips.

  “I don’t think that I can get up to my room without some help.” The twinkle in his eye told me this was a ploy to get me behind closed doors. One touch and he would find himself nursing a black eye and a bruised ego.

  I helped him to his feet and draped his arm over my shoulder. His scent was intoxicating and familiar. I was pretty much powerless to resist if he was in control of his full faculties. He stumbled and tried to say something but his words were slurred.

  We got into the elevator and he moved his finger down over the board with his eyes half closed. He finally pressed a button and then feigned surprise when he didn’t get it right. It was one floor up on the sixth floor.

  He had a considerable weight advantage. Pushing me up against the wall and running his hands down along my frame had me hungry to feel more. His touch brought about a flash of us underneath the sheets twisting and turning to the cries of ecstasy in the room. It was a waking wet dream about to come true.

  My hands were over my head and he was nipping on the skin of my neck sending a shiver of desire down along my lower extremities. His one hand was lifting my dress and I gasped with his tongue in my mouth from how he was palming my mound. The reek of alcohol did nothing to deter the blazing fire between us.

  “God damn… you are irresistible.” His words fueled me to reach between us to grab the scepter of his love.

  We were dancing to the music of lust in our hearts. The steps to this particular dance weren’t hard to figure out.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.” I was a little breathless and my nipples were hard enough to cut through glass. He was manhandling the girls.

  “You would be surprised. I’m usually quite selective unless of course, I have been drinking more than I should. I confess it happens more frequently than I would like to admit.” The beer goggles were on the other foot.

  He was seeing things through the hazy vision of inebriation. Amazingly, his hands were not clumsy and his arousal was unaffected by the volume of liquor he had consumed.

  We were making out heavily with his fingers finding me open to his advancements. My eyes widened in surprise when he opened me up. He fell to his knees, holding my hips with the red dress bunched in his fist. He was licking me through the black panties. I was anticipating what that experienced tongue could do to bare flesh.

  I was running my hands through his hair and then he collapsed. I’m sure the guys in the video room were having a good laugh at my expense.

  It was rather embarrassing and I found it necessary to pull my dress down. The crotch was already soaking wet from a combination of him lapping noisily and my own excitement blazing a trail between my lips.

  “You are going to regret this in the morning. You’re going to wake up with a hangover and fuzzy images about what happened. If I’m feeling magnanimous, I might fill in the blanks.” It was amusing although the pleasure inflicted on me could’ve been something of an eye-opening experience. It was a shame.

  Chapter three

  He was sitting there holding onto his forehead and drinking vast amounts of orange juice and coffee. He was shaking his head and obviously trying to piece together what happened after we left the restaurant.

  “I feel I need to apologize, but I don’t exactly know what for. I remember challenging you to a drinking contest. I thought for sure this morning I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You didn’t have to leave me in my clothes.” I did unless I wanted to take the risk of temptation biting me in the ass.

  “What kind of girl do you take me for? Don’t answer that. I did have the opportunity of taking advantage of you. You would have been none the wiser.” I was making it sound like I was an honorable woman, but I knew one look at his anatomy would have been my downfall.

  “I sometimes have a problem. I can go cold Turkey, but after the job is done some part of me wants to drink away the memory.” I was eating a dish to make fun of his ailment. The eggs were runny and the bacon had the extra fat dripping off of it.

  “I don’t want to see any of this behavior for the next couple of days.” Last night, I had laid him on the bed and suddenly envisioned riding him yelling ‘Heehaw” like I was taming a wild bull. The feelings were so intense it almost made me rip his clothes off and have my way with him.

  “I can assure you this is a one-time thing. I already took my hangover remedy upstairs before I came down to join you for breakfast. Your attempt to make my stomach turn is to no avail.” He was a little gray around the edges, but he didn’t look like he was going to be sick anytime soon.

  “This place is always busy in the morning during the buffet. The noise is perfect to prevent anybody from overhearing our conversation.” He was going to be shocked by my audacity. I was banking on it.

  These people were in the same sorry shape with bags under their eyes from overindulging. Some were running on caffeine and whatever drug to keep them awake to gamble even more. The stories in their eyes told me how far they had fallen from grace.

  “I was a little overzealous last night. Targeting you was a mistake for a potential conquest. I did wake up with a taste of pussy in my mouth.” I sputtered on a forkful of eggs and bacon.

  “There’s no reason to talk about it. I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you.” I said it in a serious tone to make him believe revisiting the past wasn’t a good idea.

  “I will refrain from mentioning it again.” I leaned forward with the dress moving to give him more than an eyeful. This one was white and virginal. There was no way to claim I was a virgin and my experience was intensely seen in my eyes.

  “We have business to conduct. Today we are going to talk about the ve
nue for the wedding.” He cocked an eyebrow at the very mention of commitment. He suddenly smiled and instinctively understood I was using code.

  “I’m going to bow to your expertise. I’ve learned the hard way a happy wife is a happy life. This wasn’t my idea. My family wanted a huge wedding in a church with all of our friends. Eloping was your idea to prevent us from losing our minds.” I was testing him and he was passing with flying colors.

  The colorful Hawaiian shirt was a little gaudy but he seemed to make it work even with the short beige cargo pants.

  “I’ve already talked to the manager and made all the arrangements at the small chapel down the street. I would like to have it here, but the expenses are more than I’m willing to pay.” He was listening intently and it finally dawned on him the place I wanted to rob was my second home.

  “I have heard in passing this place is rather extravagant. The suites upstairs are for the high rollers. I’ve always wanted to take part in their annual card game.” He was getting the drift of my conversation. The money at the table downstairs in the casino was nothing compared to what was being doled out by those who had more money than brains.

  “I believe we will set the time for 5:00 PM. The cake will be cut 15-minutes later and then we will be out the door 5-minutes after.” I had a plan and 5:00 was perfect, but I was going to switch the PM for AM. Their guard would be significantly diminished after drinking themselves into a stupor.

  “I doubt I’m going to get much sleep. The excitement will be too much and we might want to consider getting something stronger from the pharmacy.” He was playing along with the analogy and making a strong case for some kind of gas to enter the room before us.

  “We don’t want to fall asleep during the honeymoon.” I signaled with the room number using one hand to tap it on his leg under the table. I felt something moving and I didn’t have to be drawn a map to his over inflated manhood.

  “I don’t need much in the way of stimulation when I’m with you. I can go all night and I plan to put my money where my mouth is.” He was essentially saying his cock had a mind of its own. I smiled and gave it a squeeze to see his need outweigh his good sense.

  “Easy and you might want to pace yourself. The honeymoon isn’t until tomorrow night. I have this feeling you can’t be trusted in the same room with me. You might have guessed getting separate rooms was necessary.” His was down the hall from mine but he didn’t need to know that.

  “We are in Las Vegas. You do know the saying that people live by. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. We should take in a show and check out the sites. We are wasting an opportunity to immerse ourselves into the lavish culture.” He did make a valid point. There was very rarely any time to smell the roses. I usually stayed cloistered in an undisclosed location until game time.

  “I do believe I might just take you up on your offer. There’s no reason why we can’t throw around some money. There’s always more where that came from.” I was inferring to the robbery at how much we were going to lay our hands on. The figure I had mentioned was most likely going to exceed my expectations.

  “I suppose you have a list of the guests and where they’re going to be sitting.” I touched to my nose and my due diligence had already informed me of what kind of wealth and influence was going to be at the table.

  “We do think alike. I’m looking forward to the honeymoon. I hope you have been thinking about ways to make it special. I have some interesting attire which should be perfect for the occasion.” Anybody who had amazing hearing would think mistakenly I was talking about lingerie. The attire in question was black with a mask.

  “I would like to see what you have, but I would rather be surprised. I took the liberty of acquiring some toys with many different settings for your pleasure.” I heard somebody coughing and an elder lady was obviously using her hearing aid to listen into conversations.

  Those implements weren’t necessary and I had no interest in laying my hands on a gun. If everything went according to plan there was not going to be a reason to hurt anyone.

  “I’ve never been partial to those things that can take away from the fun. We might need them in the future, but the honeymoon should be more skin to skin. I hope you live up to the hype.” I smiled lovingly, basically telling him guns were forbidden unless he wanted to reconsider this partnership.

  “I think you might change your mind when you see what I have to enhance things. If not, then we can certainly find some kind of compromise to make us both happy.” I was willing to discuss things.

  “There’s not a moment to lose. There are so many things we want to see and experience before the wedding.” I was getting that itch I wasn’t going to be able to scratch alone. After the job, I would find some unsuspecting young stud and put a smile on his face. The last time still stuck with me.

  We got up and I froze completely terrified like the hand of death was on my shoulder. Standing in the front lobby was Timothy with a buxom young blonde. Somehow he had gotten away and his threat of retaliation was never forgotten.

  Chapter four

  Time stood still and I was unable to move from where I was standing. Seeing him was like being hit with a sledgehammer between my eyes. I didn’t recognize the blond. I knew I didn’t say anything about this job to him or the others. It was an amazing coincidence. I didn’t believe in them.

  “You look like you have seen a ghost…if you would pardon the pun.” Thankfully, Graham was in front of me and what I was seeing was over his shoulder. The very idea of him getting his hands on me was causing me some concern.

  “I don’t want to alarm you, but there might be a party crasher.” I was lucky to be able to think fast on my feet. Others would be dropping the guise and saying what was on their mind.

  “Just don’t tell me it’s your ex-boyfriend. You know he’s the jealous type and I’ve done my best to stay away from him for your sake. If he gets in the way of my happiness then the gloves will come off.” Somehow he had deduced what was going on from my body language.

  “He can’t see me or we will never hear the end of it. He knows your name, but he has never seen you in person. It might be advisable to know the reason for his impromptu visit.” He was way ahead of me and already moving through the crowd. I sat back down, trying to control my breathing and on the edge of hyperventilating.

  “I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ve been married five times and it always works out the way it should. An ex-boyfriend is an unnecessary obstacle, but your fiancé seems to understand what needs to be done.” The elder lady who was listening was giving me her advice. I didn’t ask for it, but she felt compelled to share her experience.

  “I’ve never felt like this and having him here puts a damper on our big day. I don’t want to cancel it not when we have come all this way. The best thing to do is to avoid an unnecessary confrontation.” I could almost feel his hands wrapped around my neck squeezing the very life out of me. Forgiveness wasn’t in his vocabulary.

  She had no idea what the stakes were. The poor old lady thought we were really talking about a wedding. I could almost feel the money slipping through my fingers. I prayed to god I was never going to smell like old cheese and hand lotion when I was her age.

  “It’s a big place and I have found myself lost from time to time. You could leave and that would take away the possibility of running into each other. It’s not like you’re having your wedding at this venue. There are other hotels.” The job was underneath this roof, but staying in close proximity wasn’t necessary. It was easier. I could roll with this variable.

  “I’ve always been one to listen to my Elders. I appreciate the kind comments and I will certainly give it some thought.” I sidestepped around her no longer interested in what she was going to say as a rebuttal.

  I went into a darkened alcove where I could see Timothy fondling the blond. I wasn’t close enough to hear what he was saying, but he was using a tactic I had mastered. It appeared I wasn’t the only one getting marrie
d or at least pretending to.

  I had to get a little closer with the possibility of getting caught in the act. I stood right beside Graham who was leafing through a pamphlet of amenities. I let him shield me from his scrutinizing eyes.

  “You are all set, Mr. Anderson. I hope you enjoy your stay. If there’s anything you need call, Ramon. I cater to those with discerning tastes.” The man wasn’t very subtle and no doubt could get his hands on whatever illegal substance came to mind. Escorts were legal, but he most likely had some interesting names in his talent pool.

  “We’re going to settle in and then hit the tables. I have some money to burn and I’m hoping to double it down on red.” He was playing the part and the white suit with a red shirt made him look like Miami had thrown up.

  “I would be remiss if I didn’t give you a $50.00 token for staying with this establishment. I also have some tickets to some live shows including a magician seen on television along with a ventriloquist.” He was going to give them to them anyway but wanted to wait until the last minute to make it look like he was catering to just them.

  The young blonde began to bounce up and down. Her amusement was fake, but her plastic credentials were certainly getting her the required attention.

  “You have made my fiancé very happy.” He leaned forward and I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. “I have another reservation under the name of James Brown.” The manager became quiet and scribbled something on a notepad before tearing off the page. He was no longer smiling.

  Timothy folded the paper and put it into his breast pocket. He curled his hand around the waist of the blond with the bellboy following with their luggage. The manager turned his back and I snatched the notepad and used a pencil on the counter to confirm my suspicion.

  “I told you I didn’t believe in coincidences. The manager wrote down a room number.” I showed the number and it was the exact one we were going to hit in less than 24-hours. He was going to be the wolf in the henhouse. Somehow he had acquired an invitation. I was slightly impressed.