King of Pain (Lords of Las Vegas #5)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Luke

I love it when a woman makes noise. And I want nothing more than to make Kate fucking scream.

“Keep your face in the sheets, love, the boys are sleeping next door.”

She looks back at me. “You’re worried about the kids?”

Maybe. But I don’t tell her that. Instead, I tip forward and lick her from one end to the other.

She is fucking delicious.

Her face plants into the sheets as she moans again, and I smile. “Such a good girl.”

I hear her draw in a gasp as she lifts up again. “Is that a compliment?”

I give her a light smack on the ass again. “You bet your ass it is. Face down.”

She does, and I reward her by swirling my tongue right over her clit.

I feel her quiver, her ass grinding back. Greedy little girl.

I slow it down, knowing that the torture will make the sex better later and that she’s probably waking the kids with her screams. Fuck it. They aren’t my kids. And the sounds she makes can practically make me cum, they’re so good.

I’m still smacking her ass though. That shit’s just fun.

I’ve been wondering if this morning was an anomaly. Like if Kate was just really amped up by all the danger and the adrenaline.

But her response this time is just as… enthusiastic. I’ve barely touched her and she’s dripping wet and ready to cum.

She fucks me like she’s starving.

I lick back down to her clit, sucking it between my teeth. She screams into the bed sheets, an orgasm ripping through her.

I’d love nothing more than to rip off my pants and sink balls deep inside her. Slam into her from behind. But I don’t think I’m done teasing her yet.

Sinking a finger in her sopping pussy, she moans into the bed again, I place my hand along her seam so that my thumb presses into her clit and then, because I love the taste of her, I lick up her ass.

She’s breathing into the bed like she might combust, and her insides start to convulse around my finger.

“Love, you know how to make a man feel good about himself,” I say before diving back in.

She cums again, panting with the effort to keep quiet. Not that she’s doing a good job.

But hey, A for effort.

I rip off my shirt, pulling at the button of my jeans when there is a knock at the door. “Fuck,” I rumble.

Kate collapses on the bed and I toss the covers over her before I walk over to the window, peering out the crack between a broken blind. It’s fucking Carl.

Pulling open the door, I leave the chain. “Hey, man. Need something?”

“Just… uh… checking on you two. Candy sent me over. We can… uh… hear some things and she was… uh… worried about Kate.”

“Kate’s fine,” I give him a wolfish smile that’s meant to tell him to fuck off. He doesn’t, shifting on his feet.

“She sounds like she might be in distress.”

I let out a long sigh. “Carl. You’ve got two kids. I know you know that Kate is fine.”

“I might have two kids,” he mutters, “but I’ve never heard sounds like that.”

My chest puffs at that one. Cause yeah. I’m that good.

“Carl,” Kate calls from under the covers. “Get lost.”

Carl’s eyes go wide for a second. “Now that, I heard.”

I close the door with a chuckle, turning the deadbolt again. “Sorry, baby. I think we’re going to have to make this quick.”

She tosses off the covers and then resumes the position. My teeth grind together because Kate and I understand each other perfectly. My jeans only make it to my knees when I’m plunging my cock into her from behind.

We both moan as I bottom out.

Kate takes her hand and puts it over her mouth, but I just grit my teeth harder and start pumping into her like it’s an Olympic sport.

I can already feel her trembling around me. Which only makes me pump harder. Kate has this way, I’m realizing, of making me work like I have never worked before.

She feels so good, I’m spitting and growling, trying to keep the sounds in.

She grabs a pillow and stuffs it under her face and then starts to moan like a woman possessed.

I’m guessing every tendon in my neck is about to snap as I use my injured arm to grab her hips, too oblivious to the pain, as I pump into her one, two, three more times before my balls fucking erupt.

I have no idea what sound even comes out of me, as I cum so hard, I can’t even see. When I’ve shot every drop into her, we both collapse onto the bed.

Kate’s still in her shirt, my pants are around my knees. “Next time we’re getting completely naked first,” I mutter.

And that’s when I hear it.

The counter of the bathroom next door is squeaking. And then I hear a moan.

Apparently, Carl is going for baby number three. Good for him.

But that does remind me. “And tomorrow we need to hit a Walmart for condoms. I’m assuming you’re not on the pill?”

“Walmart?” she asks, her face still in the pillow. “You really love that store. And I am.”

I did my job right, because my girl barely moves, her eyes closing. “Hey. Walmart is good value, and seriously? You’re on the pill?”

“Well, I was, until today. They’re currently sitting on my bathroom counter, but I think we’re good.”

“Any particular reason?” It’s probably none of my business but I just want to know stuff about her. Not sure why.

“So that I have regular periods.” She turns over underneath me and I lift up a little to let her before I settle back down on her chest. Is it too late to pull her shirt off? I just like looking at her.

Which is another red flag. I just came until my balls turned inside out. I shouldn’t be this interested in her body. That should have been satiated, but I’m already semi-hard just thinking about her tits.

“My turn to ask a question…” She hooks one of her legs around my hips and over my ass. I push her shirt up, kissing her chest just above her breast, wanting to taste her skin. “What do you do for a living?”

“Construction. Sort of.” I know why I don’t tell her about Kincaid Enterprises. Maybe I like that she doesn’t know I’m rich. Or maybe I’m afraid she’ll figure out that I should be dropping her off with some relatives. Not bringing her with me.

My hurt shoulder throbs, but it was totally worth it, as I put the pillow back under her head and get up to go get the bottle of ibuprofen.

She stretches. “What kind of construction?”

“Currently, I’m building a tunnel,” I pop out a few pills, put them in my mouth, swig them down with water.

Her brow scrunches as she sits up. “Like do you run the equipment?”

Does she think I’m a crane operator or something? I know I don’t come off as that smart, but why couldn’t she peg me for a manager at least?

“And how does that make the Vendettis your rivals?”

“Love, you’re supposed to be so tired after multiple orgasms, that you pass out.”

She gives me a soft smile before she flops back on the bed, her hands stretching over that curtain of hair. I just stare, drinking her in. I can’t get enough. “I should clean up.”

“Don’t get up.” I tear my gaze away, and head for the bathroom, getting the washcloth myself and wetting it down. Returning to the bed, I nudge her knees open, wiping her down.

I’ve never taken care of a woman like this but then again, she’d do far more for me and has. “What’s your place look like?”

She shrugs. “I’ve lived in Vegas for like two days, so that place has nothing but my suitcase. Back in New York, it was different. I’ve got no money, but I try to make my apartment cute. You know…”

I bet it’s as adorable as her. I’d like to see it.

I return to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth and by the time I come out, she is sound asleep with the lights on, her shirt still pulled up, her arms over her head.

“That’s right, baby girl. I wore you out.” I turn out the light, climb into my side of the bed and pull her close, snuggling her into my side. She burrows down in, her skin like silk against mine.

I’ve never wanted long term. I don’t know how to do relationships.

I barely have memories of my dad, what I know is that he left, and never came back. Never even sent a card.

It’s not that I don’t like women. My mom is the best person in the world. She raised me, Roman, and Arabella and never complained. Not a word.

Mason, he started making money and he sent Roman to college. Me, though, I wasn’t going to have Mason pay for that and not my mom either. She’d worked like a dog just to keep food on the table until Mason started helping her out.

Besides, I just would have failed out of school. I’m not good at much.

When Mason pulled me into the first casino he bought, I was grateful for the job. But now, thirteen years later, I’m wondering what I’ve really done.

Do I just draft off other people?

What do I really have to give? I’m not smart. I don’t make shit happen and I fuck up a lot. I’ve got money and looks, but even I know, that’s not what a woman really needs to make her happy.

I have no clue how to make a relationship work. I can’t even make my life work.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a dad around to show me how to do it on my own? Or maybe I take after him.

But either way…

I close my eyes wondering what’s gotten into me. I never think like this.

I should find Kate’s exit strategy, but I ‘m not sure I want to let her go. I’ll figure it out after I get Mason’s number.

My family’s got to come first.