Chapter 33
JUDAH
Amelia and I raced through the lobby of a hotel and casino that was dripping in opulence. The thumping bass of an adjacent club rattled my bones as we careened into the elevator in a fit of laughter.
It had been decades since I felt this light. The moment the doors closed, I had Amelia pinned to the wall and my tongue down her throat.
For a woman who had never been kissed before two weeks ago, she took it like a fucking champ and gave it back to me tenfold.
She clawed at the buttons of my shirt as the elevator came to a smooth stop. “You need to find somewhere to fuck me right now.”
“Patience, love,” I said in a soothing tease as I backed her out of the elevator.
“Jude,” she whimpered in utter desperation. “Closet. Vending machine room. Something. Please.”
I pulled the room card that had been included in the packet with our tickets and IDs out of my pocket and tapped it against the hotel room door.
Frankly, I had no idea how Cole’s people had managed to get an active hotel room key for a room they knew would be unoccupied, but there was a reason they were the best of the best. I waited for the chirp as the door unlocked, then pushed it open.
Amelia and I stumbled into the dark room as the door slammed shut behind us.
I dropped our bags in the entryway, even though spending even a second doing anything but taking that dress off her seemed like a complete waste of time.
“Where are we?” she gasped as I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head in one smooth motion.
“Our hotel room.”
Her brows lifted. “You got us a room?”
“It’s part of our cover.” I grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifted her until she wrapped her legs around my waist, then pinned her against the mirror mounted to the wall. “And I’m sure as shit going to put it to good use.”
Amelia gasped as the cool glass chilled her spine. I kissed away the goosebumps that peppered her breasts and collarbone. I slanted my mouth over hers and traced her lips with my tongue. Her desperate whimper was my undoing.
I growled into her mouth. “If you make that fucking sound again, I’m not going to be gentle with you.” I braced my arm beneath her ass to hold her up, slid my hand between the junction of her thighs, slipped my fingers beneath her delicate silk thong, and thumbed her clit.
She whimpered.
My blood ratcheted up to a nuclear level of heat at the sound. “What’d I tell you, little fox?”
“I have a good memory. I’m perfectly aware of what you said.” Her grin was Cheshire. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I know I’m in good hands.”
“Fuck,” I grunted as I pivoted off the wall and threw her onto the bed. She landed in the middle of the mattress with a bounce. In the two steps it took to get to her, I had my shirt unbuttoned and discarded. My pants were quick to follow.
I grabbed her ankles, yanked her to the edge of the bed, then flipped her to her stomach without a word. I grabbed her hips and jerked them up, then slowly slid my hand along her spine and pressed her shoulders down to the mattress.
“Just like that, little fox.” I tapped the inside of her thighs. “Knees a little wider for me.” The position opened her pussy. With the latent light dripping through the curtains from the windows that looked over the Strip, I could see just how wet she was.
I trailed my fingertips through her soft cunt. The moment I grazed her clit, she cried out in desperation. I closed my eyes and fisted my cock at the sound.
Our lust was the purest thing about us. Everything else was marred with half-truths and circumstances that were out of our control.
But this—us—this was true when everything else was a lie. Regardless of the circumstances that brought us together, she had given me a purpose. I loved her for it.
I . . . I just loved her.
I didn’t even bother dismissing the thought. I knew I wasn’t bluffing.
I slid two fingers into her tight pussy and closed my eyes, blocking out everything except the way her body responded to my touch—squeezing and demanding more.
“Greedy girl,” I growled as I stroked her inner walls and toyed with her clit, drawing her to the edge.
Amelia smacked the mattress in frustration when I didn’t let her orgasm. “Come on.”
I chuckled. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Jude,” she cried out as I stretched her with a third finger. “Shove that monster cock inside of me right now, or so help me—”
I didn’t let her get the rest of the threat out. I dropped my boxers, fisted my cock, and trailed the head up and down her entrance. “So fucking wet.” Without warning, I flipped her onto her back, grabbed her thighs, and hitched them up so I could see her face as I slid my dick into her pussy.
Amelia gasped at the stretch as I pushed inside of her. I dropped one knee onto the mattress to lean forward and grind into her cunt. Her hands went limp as she closed her eyes and arched off the mattress.
The pull and push of my cock inside of her was bliss. Unfettered bliss.
God, when was the last time I had felt this good?
Amelia lifted her hips, trying to meet my thrusts in an erratic rhythm. She reached for my biceps, clawing at my skin as fought me to take more, more, more.
“Hey,” I soothed as I caught her wrists and slammed them into the mattress. “I’m going to make you feel good, little fox. Just let me.” I dropped a kiss to her forehead. “Please.”
Amelia whimpered. “But. . .”
“But nothing.” I kissed beneath her jaw until she was whimpering in delight instead of frustration. “Be a good girl for me. Let me fuck you. I’ll promise I’ll take good care of this pussy.” I nipped at her ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Amelia’s eyes went soft and hazy as she meekly admitted, “I want that.”
I pushed against the back of her thigh until her knee hit her chest, opening her up further. She keened at the new sensation as I snapped my hips and drove deeper.
“Eyes on me, Dr. Hawthorne.”
I thrust into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce over and over again. With trembling, sex-drunk hands, she reached for me, grabbing onto my biceps until I stretched out over her.
“Need you close,” she whispered as she clung to me, wrapping both gazelle-like legs around my hips. “Make me forget about what’s going to happen after this.”
For her, I’d do anything.
I kissed her lips. Her neck. Her throat and her ear.
I reached between her legs and massaged her clit until she was trembling with need.
I sank deep inside of her and circled my hips, making her writhe and beg for me to let her come.
I kneaded and played with her breasts and nipples, making her arch into me.
I wanted to be everything to her. I’d give everything to be hers.
“Jude,” she hissed as I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her against my chest as I fucked her with short, intentional strokes. The dainty flutters of her cunt contracting around my cock drew me to the edge of my own release.
I slammed inside of her and ground against her clit until she was rendered completely unable to whisper the single syllable that was my name.
She shattered, clinging to me as she rode out wave after wave of her orgasm. I grunted through my release as I filled her.
Amelia’s breathing was fast and heavy as she slowly released the tension in her body and sank into the bed. Her lips curled in a lazy smile as she began to laugh.
I fucking loved that sound.
“You alright?” I asked as I kissed her temple.
Slowly, her eyes opened as she stared at me with something that could only be defined as utter adoration. There was no way in hell I deserved that kind of look from her.
“So good,” she said softly as her eyes began to lower.
Saturday, June 7 | 8:41 PM
“Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for round two,” Amelia murmured as she roused from her sex-induced catnap.
I blinked away my exhaustion as my gut sank to record levels. I pressed one last lingering kiss to her forehead. “Round two will have to wait. It’s time.”
Amelia and I cleaned up in the obnoxiously large bathroom, then I waited, staring out the window at the crowded streets as she touched up her hair and smoothed out her makeup.
We left our bags in the room, save for a small thrift-store purse Amelia was carrying the cash she’d play with, and walked hand in hand through the winding halls of the hotel, into the elevator, and down to the casino.
Controlled chaos was the only way to describe it. Where the Four Horsemen was a rather quiet joint compared to most casinos, this place was raucous.
Exactly what I wanted.
“Drink first?” she asked as we wound through the seemingly endless row of slot machines.
“No. Go to the cashier. Get your chips. Start playing. Don’t waste your time with roulette or craps tonight.
Just blackjack. Go in big. Don’t be subtle.
Don’t be shy or coy. It’ll look suspicious if you don’t freak out and get excited about winning big.
It needs to look like you’re having the night of your life. ”
“But won’t they tell me I can’t play if I keep winning?”
I shook my head. “This is Vegas. Not Valentine. They’ll count on you coming back tomorrow and losing it all and then some.”
“You’re going to be nearby, right? I’d feel better if we had walkie-talkies or something.”
“You don’t need me.” Each word tasted bitter and vile. “I promise you’ll be alright. I’ll always have an eye on you.”
She paused in the middle of an intersection of walkways. “We should rethink this. I need—”
I cupped her cheeks as bodies swirled around us in a timeless mirage of neon flashing lights, a barrage of sound, and emotions ranging from elation to utter devastation. I felt every single one.
“Tonight’s about you. Your freedom. Your brother’s freedom. Don’t think about me. I’ll find you after. I promise.” I slipped the room key into her hand. “Don’t lose that.”
“You don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I lowered my head and kissed her. “I promise to always find you.”