He laughs, his eyes widening. “What?”
“You got here so fast, and... what, somehow put me and my friends on the list?”
Atlas shrugs. “We needed more time to get to know each other.”
My heart bursts in my chest, releasing a flood of butterflies because Atlas Reynolds wants to get to know me, but my brain tries to smash them as they flutter around, because this is borderline stalkery—or just an elaborate act he’s pulled before to get a girl who doesn’t say yes right away—and he’ll just have his bouncer boot me from his life the second he grows bored.
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”
He leans forward, bringing his lips to my ear. “Definitely flattered.”
“Ugh.”
He pulls back, his brows furrowed. “Ugh?”
“Yeah. Ugh. Like, how full of yourself are you?” I cross my arms over my chest.
He watches my arms, then meets my gaze again. “Very full of myself.” He says it almost embarrassingly, like he’s not as proud of being a cocky shit as he wants to appear. “But I don’t get turned down by beautiful women very often.” He shrugs. “So...”
“So, what?” I lean forward to hear him over the music.
His gaze falls to my shoulder, then up my neck until he finds my eyes again, and somehow it feels like he ran his fingertips across my skin, like the heat from his hand is in his gaze and I’m being touched by him while not being touched at all.
He licks his lips. “So, I wanted to get to know you. Is that so bad?”
I narrow my eyes and pull in a breath. His dark eyes hold mine intensely, like he’s anxious to hear my response. Will I turn him down again?
Should I?
If I’m smart, yes. Because his reputation precedes him and it doesn’t bode well for me. Only one of us will get their heart broken tonight.
“You summoned me, then stalked me.”
He laughs. “Ouch.” Reaching past me, he grabs a bottle of champagne, and I take a second to breathe in deeply while he’s not looking, to try to gain some composure. When that cologne hits my nose again, however, composure is the last thing on my mind. I want to crawl into his lap and press my nose to his throat and have my way with him, whatever that entails.
I glance at his fingers knowing perfectly well, too well, what they can do to the strings of a bass. What else can he do with those hands?
Only one way to find out.
I’m going to regret the hell out of this, aren’t I?
But if I’m leaving Vegas, why not go out with a bang?
He leans back and hands me the bottle, licking the champagne off his lips. My gaze falls to his mouth, and he smirks.
“You’re trouble,” I whisper.
Atlas laughs, then leans forward to bring his lips to my ear once more. “Only the very best kind.”
Chapter Sixteen
Atlas
She blushes when I whisper in her ear, and if the music wasn’t so loud, I’d be able to hear the quick intake of breath on her lips.
She can’t fucking stand being this close to me. I driver her wild, and she wants me just as badly as I want her. We won’t last very long in this club, if her body language is any indication of how she feels about me. It’s in complete contrast to her words, and somehow that’s hot as fuck.
Any other schmuck might take her words at face value, but this schmuck knows how to read a woman.
She brings the champagne bottle to her lips, and I watch her take a sip, licking my lips as I hold her gaze.
I want to fuck her in a tub full of this stuff.
Is that weird? Can it work? I think it might. How much would that cost? Who cares? Not me.
I’m doing it.
Mental note: call ahead to the hotel and order champagne.
She passes the bottle back to me and I take a swig, then set it on the table.
“Let’s try again.” I extend my hand. I’m going to fuck you in a bathtub full of champagne. “I’m Atlas Reynolds.”
She smiles slowly, and I watch the motion of her full lips before bringing my gaze back to hers. “I’m Kayla.”
Kayla? Huh. “Pleasure.”
“The pleasure is all yours.” Her lips twitch on laugh. She sure seems to get off on fucking with me.
“I’m hoping the pleasure will belong to both of us.” I say it deadpan, waiting for her response. She likes to be challenged, and if that wasn’t a challenge, then—
She leans forward, giving me a direct view down her sweater.
No bra.
Fuck me.
They’re fucking perfect.
She clears her throat. “Do you know how to pleasure a woman, Atlas?”
I flick my eyes back up to hers. “You have no fucking idea, Kayla.”
She sucks in a breath, and I don’t have to hear it because the quick motion of her chest tells me all I need to know.
“When can you ditch your friends?”
She looks around the table at them, then back at me. “Now?”
“Works for me.” I grab her hand and the bottle of Dom, then nod at the VIP host and motion toward the table. “That tab is on me.”
“Wait.” Kayla drops my hand.
I turn around; did she change her mind that quickly? God, this chick is killing me.
She smirks, then motions toward her friends. “I should probably say goodbye.”
I look at her circle of friends in the booth. They’ve stopped what they’re doing and all eyes watch me. I’m sure as hell supposed to be used to this, but somehow I feel like I’m suddenly under a microscope. I drink from the champagne bottle for a distraction, then look at Red and nod toward the door.
He nods and heads out to find the best exit.
I look back into the booth as Kayla leans down to hug one of her girlfriends, and I focus on her ass. I’m going to fuck her silly tonight. I deserve it for how hard she’s made me work.
She turns around and I bring my gaze upward. She laughs, shaking her head as she leaves the booth. “Were you just checking out my ass?”
“Fuck yes I was.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t say anything.
She starts to head left toward the entrance, but I grab her hand, pulling her through the club. Red waits for us up ahead. People stare, a few call my name; I think I see flashes go off as we pass, but I don’t give a shit what they post. Atlas Reynolds with another random chick is nothing different, and not newsworthy in the slightest. I glance back at her quickly. If they knew she was Kincaid Summers, things might take a different turn, but even I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.
I take her hand and lead her to a long corridor in the back, then follow Red as he exits through an inconspicuous black door in the back. I pull her through a busy kitchen, ducking past angry staff and dodging people who try to stop us as we make our way through.
We finally slip out into an empty hallway of the casino, and when the door closes behind us, I spin around to face her.
Her laughter stops and she swallows hard, then leans her head back against the wall, looking down at me with eyes as hungry as mine must be. I’m always fucking someone, but there’s something about this chick that makes me want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck. Maybe it’s those perfect tits she hides underneath a sweater like she’s conservative when I think she’s anything but.
Maybe it’s the way she looks at me with those hungry brown eyes.
Maybe it’s the way she turned me down at first, playing hard to get and driving me wild.
Maybe it’s the fact that she’s Kincaid fucking Summers, and I’ve been wanting to get a taste of her for years.
But does the why really matter when she’s standing in front of me, waiting for me to make her mine?
Even for just one night?
Red clears his throat.
Closing my eyes on a long blink, I groan. Fucking cock block. “Where’s the car?”
I look over as
Red points down a long hallway. “Right out there.”
“Cool. We’re right behind you.”
Red nods, then starts his slow waddle down the hallway.
I step forward and lean into Kayla, bringing my lips to her throat and inhaling deeply as I gently pull her skin into my mouth, careful not to leave a mark. I trail my lips up her neck to her jawline, then kiss my way to her mouth. Her breathing increases as I grip her hips, pressing my cock between her legs. Her mouth opens up to me, greedily taking control of the movements of our lips, our tongues.
I slide my hand beneath her sweater and cup one perfect tit in my hand. As I massage the nipple, easing the tip into a hard little peak, I suck her tongue into my mouth and she whimpers.
I pull back, holding her gaze as I continue to tease her nipple.
Her eyelids are heavy as she looks at me, and when she licks her lips, it’s all I can do not to fuck her right here in the casino hallway.
“Get a room,” some drunk guy says as he passes. His girlfriend giggles and I’m half tempted to turn around and let them see who I am. See if she giggles then.
Instead, I smile. Watching Kayla’s cheeks flush might be better than anything I’ve seen in a while.
“Where to now?” she asks, a little breathless.
“My hotel.” I step away from her and adjust my cock, then pull my phone out of my pocket and dial the Hard Rock. When they finally put the concierge on the phone, I order the champagne, then hang up and turn around because she hasn’t moved, and I thought we were in a hurry to get back to my room and fuck each other’s brains out.
Just me?
Eyebrows raised, she looks at me like I just ordered a flying elephant.
“What?” I ask as I walk back over to hurry her up.
“Did you just order seven cases of Dom Perignon?” Her brows furrow, like even voicing the question doesn’t feel right.
I slip my hand into hers, then take the bottle of champagne from her other hand and take a sip. “Think that will be enough?”
She laughs. “For what, a party of fifty?”
I turn quickly and press her up against the wall again so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
She gasps in surprise, so I close my lips over hers and tease her tongue with mine until she’s back to being putty in my hands. When she’s relaxed and melting into me, I pull back, tugging on her bottom lip gently. “No more questions, Kayla.”
Her eyes nearly roll back in her head. “God, Atlas...”
I lick my lips. “What? Still wondering if I can pleasure a woman?”
She swallows and shakes her head, pinning me with those golden brown eyes. “Not in the slightest.”
I grin. “Good.” I press my cock against her one more time and, fuck me, the way her eyes go out of focus for a split second is the sexiest thing on earth. “Let’s go before we get thrown in jail for indecent exposure.”
“I’m completely dressed.”
“Not for long.” I slide my hand into hers and pull her toward the exit.
Chapter Seventeen
Kayla
Eighty-four bottles of champagne take a long time to open.
Eighty-one. Atlas kept three for us.
I’ve already had more than my usual amount of bubbly, which would explain why I’m here. It would also explain why I’m going to actually get into that bathtub of bubbles when the concierge finally leaves.
“It’s going to be ice cold,” I say, looking at Atlas warily.
He frowns, glancing back over at the tub. “I didn’t think of that.”
I laugh, then swipe the bottle from him and take another sip. I’ll need to be plenty drunk to be warm enough on the inside to get into a bathtub full of champagne. He watches me from the bed, and there’s just something about his dark gaze that makes me want to pounce on him. It’s like he watches me, knowing he can have me at any time, yet he waits patiently. He hasn’t even touched me since we got back into the room, and I can’t tell if he’s being a gentleman because we aren’t alone, or trying to drive me absolutely crazy.
Either way, it’s working.
The wet heat between my legs is proof of that.
The concierge clears his throat, interrupting our staring contest. Atlas looks away first, and I take another long drink of champagne. I’ll pay for this in the morning, but I can’t get into a bathtub full of champagne completely sober.
“The tub is... full, sir.” His brows are furrowed. Seems even he’s confused about why Atlas wants a bathtub full of champagne.
“Thanks, bro.” Atlas climbs off the bed, then walks over to the guy and hands him some cash. “We’ll need two plates of hash browns, a couple orders of eggs benny, at least three sides of bacon, and”—he glances over his shoulder at me—“pancakes?”
I smile and nod.
“Right now, sir?”
Atlas shakes his head in annoyance. “No, bro, not right now. I just had you fill a bathtub full of champagne so I can fuck this woman in golden bubbles, and you think I want to eat now?”
I look away as my cheeks heat. Oh my god.
The guy stutters as he leaves, but as soon as the door is shut, and Atlas has clicked the lock, I spin around to face him. “I can’t believe you said that!”
He raises his hands as he approaches me. “What? It’s the truth?”
I shake my head. “You... you... embarrassed him.”
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he tries to figure me out. “But not you, somehow.”
I shrug. “Oh, don’t get it twisted. I’m embarrassed—”
“But you’re intrigued too.” He stops a foot away, close enough to smell him but not close enough to touch him.
I swallow hard. He has no idea how intrigued I am.
“You like the way I talk to people.” He searches my gaze. “You like the way I talk to you.”
God, yes. I pull in a breath through my nose.
“You like that I intend to fuck you and I don’t care who knows it.”
I blow a deep breath out through my nose and a whimper sounds low in my throat. The longer we stand here, close but not close enough, the hotter my belly burns, the pressure mounting to a palpable force. I want him so badly I can taste it.
He steps forward, and I take a step back. He tilts his head, so I smile. Two can play this game. He knows damn well what he’s doing to me, so I’ll give it right back to him. I’m a professional seductress, master of the art of look-but-don’t-touch; we can go head to head until we’re both a heated mess of desire and need so strong it takes on a life of its own.
His lips quirk up on one side, and he reaches out to slip a finger through one of my belt loops. “Come here.” He pulls me to him, crushing his body against mine as our lips connect. The pressure of his erection against me sends my head into a spin. He kisses me long and hard, his mouth sending electricity throughout my body as he teases my tongue, my lips, my jaw. He pulls my sweater over my head and makes a low groan in his throat as he looks back and forth between my breasts. He leans forward, cupping them both in his hands, then sucks one nipple into his mouth. I gasp as the feeling registers straight down in my toes. He sucks hard until my back arches, then releases my nipple and switches to the other one, repeating each motion until both breasts are hard and swollen from his mouth, and somehow I think I might die if he’s not inside me soon.
He lowers himself to his knees and starts to unbutton my jeans.
When he slides the zipper down, his fingers brush against my panties, and I realize I’ve closed my eyes, so I open them and look down at him. He starts to slide my jeans down over my hips, then pauses, his eyes widening. He looks up at me and smiles, then runs his thumb over the wet spot on my panties. His touch sends a shiver through my body. When he does it a few more times, I reach for him, sliding my hands through his thick, dark hair. I need to touch him, feel him.
He leans forward and kisses along the top of my panties, then finishes pulling my jeans down.
W
hen he stands and meets my gaze, he smiles. “You’re perfect.”
I take a breath, then slide my hands beneath the hem of his t-shirt. He reaches behind him quickly and grabs the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one quick motion. I look down and slide my hands over his chest, watching the way his skin dances beneath my fingertips. He’s all hard planes and olive skin, and as I run my fingertips over the faded black lines of his tattoos, I shake my head.
Am I seriously here right now, in this amazing suite, with Atlas Reynolds?
He’s a musical genius with a bass, creating melodies that seep right through my skin, winding their way around my heart with each strum of his fingers on the strings. Sure, Chris has a voice that drops panties, and Cade plays the drums like he’s never fully been able to hit them hard enough, and...
God, why am I thinking about the other members at a time like this?
I look up into his eyes. Somehow, all his broken pieces come together to create this beautiful man who stands before me now.
Saying no to him, twice, was so totally worth it. I giggle at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
I giggle again. “I can’t believe I tried to say no to you.”
His lips twitch. “You and me both.”
Reaching behind him, I bring us closer together, tracing the curved tops of his ass with my fingers, then trailing my fingertips along the waist of his jeans until they’re back at the front where I can work at unbuttoning his fly and getting this beautiful man naked.
He steps out of his jeans, and I take a step back to admire him. Holy hell, he’s built like a God. I smile, then drop my gaze to his black boxer briefs, and the erection that presses against the cotton. I look up at him once more and step backwards until the back of my thighs hit the bed. Slowly, I spin around, then bend over to pull down the bedding.
He sucks in an audible breath, then his hands are on my hips, and he presses himself against my bottom. “Fuck, Kayla, I can’t wait for the bathtub.” He slides his hands up and teases my breasts, then rubs his hands back down over my cheeks. His teeth graze my ass, then he slides my panties aside and runs his fingers over my wetness. “You’re so fucking soaked for me,” he practically moans. “I can’t wait.”
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