I glanced up at her and winked. She was sexy as hell but not the sexy I needed tonight. I had another girl to win back. If I could find her first. By ten, she would be heading to a club, I figured. Only thirty minutes until ten. I needed some food, but leaving this spot wasn’t possible.
“Y’all got anything to eat back there?” I asked.
“Nuts and pretzels,” she offered, with a hopeful smile.
Not exactly food, but it would help. “That’d be great.”
She quickly fixed me a large bowl and put it in front of me.
“Thanks, sugar,” I replied, and watched her beam. Yeah, she thought we were getting it on tonight. That was a shame.
I looked at my phone to see if by some chance Nan had texted me back and I’d missed it. Nothing.
Please talk to me. I’m down here at this bar right outside your elevator waiting for you.
I thought for a second before pressing Send, because she might find a way to avoid me now. But I knew Nan, and she wanted my attention. If she thought I was this close and had fought to find her this hard, she’d be sure to show up. I sat back and munched on my bar mix while watching the elevator doors.
My phone finally vibrated in my hand.
I’m busy right now. Won’t be going out. If you insist, I can meet you around noon tomorrow.
I read the text twice before accepting that she was seriously blowing me off. What the hell was she busy doing if she was in her suite?
Cope’s words came back to twist in my gut, and I fought the urge to throw my damn phone across the casino floor. Damn him. He was up there with her. That shit he’d been spewing had been real.
Too busy to come have one drink with me? I texted back, refusing to believe she was choosing Cope over me.
Yes, I am. Sorry.
Fuck me. My chest tightened, and I grabbed my whiskey and downed it, hoping it would ease the anger and disbelief boiling up in me. I knew she was cold, but this was worse than I had been warned.
“Can I get you another drink?” the waitress asked, with those red lips that promised dirty things.
“Can you get a break?” was my response.
She glanced at the clock and nodded. “Yeah. Give me five minutes?”
I nodded. I had five minutes. Then she was going to give me a good thirty somewhere in this casino. I had steam to blow off, and her perky tits needed to be in my mouth and hands soon.
When she walked back out, she looked at me with a grin that said she knew exactly what I wanted. God, I loved girls in Vegas. I needed to get a damn job here. Fix all my problems, and get far away from Nan.
“Come with me,” she said, reaching for my hand. I followed her to a back room with a sign that said Employees Only and then into a closet that was stocked with linens.
I closed the door behind us, and she pulled the little halter top off and let those boobs bounce free. “You can play with them now,” she said teasingly, as she walked up to me. “As long as you fuck me while you do it.”
My cock was hard instantly. I jerked her skirt up and found she wasn’t wearing panties. Easy access. I liked this one. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open with my teeth before pulling my jeans down and covering myself.
“Great tits,” I murmured, as I buried my face in the cleavage, pulled a nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard. She gasped and pulled my hair, which only made me suck harder. I liked pain when I was angry, and I was angry. I might be about to get inside a hot, willing pussy, but that wasn’t going to change things. It’d only give me a much-needed release.
I picked her up by the waist, she threw open her legs, and I slammed right into her, as she wrapped her legs around me and cried out. I liked loud ones. This would be good. Real good.
“That’s it, sugar. Bounce on my cock, and let me see those titties jiggle,” I encouraged her. And like a good girl, she did just that.
Nan
I was going to kill Rush. This was his fault. No one knew where I had gone but my brother. If Gannon hadn’t been with me, I’d have called Rush by now and chewed his ass out. I hadn’t wanted him to worry about me. That was why I’d told him. It didn’t mean he could give my whereabouts to Major.
The fact that Major was downstairs waiting on me to get off the elevator pissed me off more. Did he really think I’d be so thankful that he’d come to see me that I would run to him?
Yes. He did.
Because if I wasn’t currently sitting on the sofa with Gannon, I would be running down there like the desperate-for-attention girl I was. I would convince myself that this was a romantic gesture and hope that I was enough to hold his attention this time.
“That text got you all wound up. Who was it?” Gannon asked.