23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
R oman
When I got home that evening, Milo met me in the garage.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
“Fine.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Why do you look exhausted then?”
He shrugged, then started chuckling. “She’s an inquisitive little thing, isn’t she? The first part of the day she was mad at me for questioning whether I should let a Spade into the house, and then after her friend left, she wanted to know about my job, the FBI, and what I do for The Firm. She’s got a sharp mind.”
“She does.” I was used to her insatiable curiosity, but it’d taken some adjusting. “The Spade family has an unusual reputation around town, but I trust them with her, and she won’t stand for them to be kept away.”
Milo nodded. “Got it. I’ll apologize to her.”
I was happy to be home and anxious to get inside and see Luna. It’d been a long time since I’d felt this sense of anticipation. “I’ll be home for the rest of the evening, and we’ll be using the pool tonight so don’t wander around the grounds.”
He grinned. “No problem. I’ll make myself scarce and head over to Gideon’s for poker night then. Have a good evening.”
The house smelled like sauteed garlic and butter when I walked in. Following the sound of soft music, I found Luna in the kitchen where she’d hooked up a little speaker to her phone. Luna had been here one day, and the house already felt more like a home. As I watched her, she bent over and looked through a drawer, her shorts riding up her heart-shaped ass. My cock instantly hardened.
She straightened and smiled when she saw me. “Hey, good timing. If you’re hungry, I just put chicken breasts and asparagus on the grill.”
I didn’t use my expensive as fuck, built-in grill and outdoor kitchen often, but it sounded perfect tonight. “Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious. I’ll change and come help.”
She’d pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, and my collar around her neck gave me a dark satisfaction. It’d been a while since I came home and just relaxed. When I walked back to the kitchen, she stood out by the grill, so I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and headed outside.
Luna held a pair of tongs, and she pointed them at me. “This grill and the entire outdoor kitchen area are amazing. You have a pizza oven, for heaven's sake. Ezra has a nice grill, but nothing like this. Do you even use it? It looks brand new.”
I poured the wine and handed her a glass. “Not often. Do you want me to bring the plates out or grill the chicken?”
She took the glass and sipped. “Thank you. If you’ll watch the grill, I’ll bring the rest of the food out. Is that bar there a rotisserie?” She pointed inside the outdoor oven. “And can you cook with wood too?” She motioned to a few features I’d never used before. I told her what I knew and suggested she read the manual. She nodded as if she really planned to read the damn thing.
When the chicken was done, we ate at the outdoor dining table and she told me about Sylvie’s makeup consultation with the Sawyer sisters.
“They got into a bitch-slapping fight in Sylvie’s office over which shade of lipstick they thought their mother would prefer.” She shook her head. “Everyone processes grief in a different way, I guess.”
“Sylvie has a strange career, and you’re her assistant. You and your friends are the most interesting women I’ve ever met.”
“Not me. I’m about as vanilla as they come.”
She didn’t know how wrong she was. “When do finals start?”
“In a few weeks. They shouldn’t be too bad this time, but I’ll have to disappear for a while to study.” As long as she crawled into my bed every night and let me have her sweet little pussy and lush body, I could live with that.
As we talked and ate, I stared at the collar around her neck and the ring on her finger. Lust and need swam through me, and I wanted to shove the plates aside and throw her onto the dining table before sinking my cock into her addictive heat. I knew Luna would never be a plaything I’d share with my partners. The thought made me see red, even though I’d never cared about sharing before.
“Are there any updates about Lionel Strack?” she asked.
Pulling myself out of my dark thoughts, I sipped the wine and sat back. “No. He’s still missing, but we have half of Vegas looking for him.” I started to refill her glass, but she held a hand up.
“Oh, that’s enough for me. I want to study for a couple of hours tonight.”
It was the start of the weekend, and I knew she really wanted to hide in the guest bedroom and avoid me to put some distance between us.
I smirked and set the bottle down. “Do you know what I want to do?”
She gazed at me warily. “No, what?”
“Go swimming with you.”
“I don’t think Alexa and Sylvie packed me a swimsuit.”
Standing, I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the chair. Then I pulled down my shorts and stepped out. My semi-hard cock jutted in front of me, and I lazily stroked it while she watched helplessly.
“That’s fine. Then I won’t have to peel it off you. Would you like to swim with me?”
She stared down at my length and bit her lip. A flush crept up her chest and spread across her cheeks. I fucking loved her pale, soft skin and those sparkling green eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, gazing at my shaft.
Taking her hand, I wrapped it around my hard cock and squeezed. “You have too many clothes on.” I let her hand go and grasped the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up over her head, careful of her elbow. Reaching around her, I unclasped her bra and removed it, then pulled her to standing and pushed her little shorts and thong down her legs.
“Step out.” She kicked the shorts away and reached for my cock again. Her small, soft palm tortured me as she squeezed and stroked my length. She finally let me go when I turned her toward the pool steps.
I refilled her wine glass and followed behind her, watching her sweet ass move as she walked. She glanced around, as if afraid someone would see us, but my house sat on a large, sloping lot, and the backyard was completely private. I’d paid a fuck-ton of money to make it that way.
She dipped her toe in the water and looked over her shoulder at me, lips curling. “It’s like bathwater.” Luna walked in, sunk down into the pool, and sighed. “It feels… strange swimming naked, but I could get used to it.”
“Good. And we’ll be doing more than just swimming.”
She smirked as she bobbed in the water. “I love your backyard. It’s peaceful and quiet, and your flowerpots smell delicious.”
This was also my favorite part of the house. Setting our wine glasses down, I waded over to her and thumbed her throat, playing with the lock on her collar. “Does this bother you?”
She laid her hands on my chest and tilted her head. “Not as much as I thought it would.”
Satisfaction and lust slammed through me. “Have you ever fucked in a pool before?”
Her face turned bright red, but her nipples pebbled and she shifted restlessly against me. “No.”
Grinning wickedly, I drew her against my hard cock. “Good.”
Later that night, after I’d taken Luna in the pool, against a pool jet, and on a pool lounger before coming deep inside her, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the shower, where I took her one more time, nice and slow. She’d tried to take me in her mouth, but her jaw was still too sore and I made her stop. She lay next to me, naked and fast asleep in my bed, her dark wet hair draped across my pillows.
I ran my eyes over the whisker burns and finger-sized bruises I’d left on her skin, knowing I should’ve been more careful. But I had no willpower or control when it came to her–she was an addictive drug in my system.
Leaving her to sleep peacefully, I carefully rolled out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and cleaned up the dishes outside. When I picked up our discarded clothes, I grinned at her small damp thong. My phone buzzed as I was finishing up.
“Diego, isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“You’re fucking hilarious, asshole. How’s the fine Mrs. Fowler doing? Rick and Roy have been dragging their asses all day when they heard you’d tied her down, and they had to give up their dream of a threesome with her on a motorcycle.”
I smirked and rubbed the back of my neck. “And she swore they were perfect gentlemen.”
He snorted. “Yeah, it’s probably better she doesn’t know they’ve been fucking their fists while thinking about her straddling that bike over the past month. How’s it going?”
While we talked, I poured myself two fingers of whiskey and returned to the back patio. “She’s a surprise.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, she surprised me too. Where is she now?”
“Fast asleep in my bed.”
“You wore her out. Good. Get her used to taking cock–hard and often–then you can keep her worn out and happy. Maybe she won’t notice what a controlling, moody bastard you are. Does she know you like to tie your women up and cane them occasionally when the mood strikes? I also hear you share with your partners sometimes, and you’re into extra-large anal plugs.”
“Jesus, who’s been talking?”
“Your last sub. She was pissed you dumped her ass, but I understand why.”
I shook my head. “So much for the NDA she signed. I know you didn’t call to insult me or talk about my wife taking my cock. What’s going on?” Sin City Motorheads was a one-of-a-kind motorcycle restoration business Diego had started when he was in his early twenties, and he’d come to us to partner with him. Roy and Rick might be on my shitlist right now, but those perverted fuckers were geniuses when it came to restoring vintage motorcycles.
“It’s fucking busy, and we have more business than we know what to do with.” He sighed. “But I’m calling with bad news. Brodie, my front-end guy, heard a couple of bikers talking at Titties last night. They were running their mouths off about how the Stracks are pissing off the drug syndicate.”
Titties was a sketchy biker bar not far from Motorheads in North Las Vegas. My chest tightened, thinking about Luna being on the drug syndicate’s radar. “What’s the bad news? If they take the Stracks out for us, all the better.”
Diego grunted. “If only life were that easy. There’s more. Rumor is that Lionel put a bounty on Luna’s head, and he wants her alive.”
I hung my head, and fury burned through my system. “Please tell me you’re fucking with me. I hope the syndicate gets fed up with them, peels their faces off, then stuffs their balls down their throats before killing them.”
“Remember, this is just what Brodie heard from two drunk bikers, but if Lionel keeps going this way, chances are he will end up with his balls stuffed down his throat.”
“Do me a favor, will you? Spread the rumor that if anyone touches a hair on Luna’s head, I will fucking bury them in the desert alive. I’m also putting a bounty on Lionel’s head for twice what he’s offering–and I want him preferably dead.”