Chapter 5
Chapter Five
After eating, I clear away the trash and stash the leftovers in Lailani’s fridge.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like I’m missing something when it comes to this girl.
She is putting out very mixed signals as well.
There are moments I swear she wants this as much as I do.
Then she shuts down again and couldn’t be farther away.
“I had fun,” I tell her.
“Same.” She smiles and looks at the ground.
Reaching forward, I place a finger under her chin and lift her gaze to meet mine. “Don’t hide your eyes from me.”
“You’re kind of intimidating,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry. You don’t need to be scared of me.” My hand caresses the side of her face. Her skin is so fucking soft.
“I’m not.” She frowns. “I just don’t want to get lost in you.”
“And yet, that’s all I want.” I smirk. “To get lost in you.”
Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers.
Lailani wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer until her chest is flush with mine.
My hands grab hold of her hips. I push my tongue past the seam of her mouth, swirling it around, and my eyes close as I savor every fucking moment of this kiss.
I want to throw her up against the wall, tear her clothes from her body, and fuck her hard. Fast. Like the animal I am.
She’s not that kind of girl, though. I need to remind myself that I have to be gentle with her. The last thing I want is to scare her any more than I already have.
Lailani moans into my mouth. My cock is impossibly hard, precum leaking from my tip. I dig my fingers into her skin as I push my cock against her lower stomach. And then she catches me off-guard as she jumps and wraps her legs around my waist. Her core grinds against my cock.
Taking a few steps, I walk us over to the sofa and sit down with her on top of me.
My hands roam underneath her shirt, up her bare back.
She’s not wearing a bra. A fact I’ve been blatantly aware of all fucking night.
Moving my hands around to her front, I cup both breasts while tweaking her nipples.
Lailani takes a huge breath as she continues to rub her pussy against my cock. “I want to see you come, just like this. Make yourself come, babe. Use me,” I grunt into her mouth as she deepens the kiss, her hips moving faster.
My hands continue to fondle her breasts, my fingers twisting her nipples. It’s not long before her body shudders. Her face turns flush and her head falls to my shoulder.
“Holy shit,” she whispers as she catches her breath.
My hands rub up and down her back. “Thank you,” I say, kissing the side of her face.
Lailani sits up, her eyes meeting mine. “What are you thanking me for?”
“For giving me that. You coming—fucking beautiful.” I sigh.
“But you didn’t…” She looks down at where our bodies are connected, where my cock is still raging fucking hard.
“It wasn’t about me.” I stand up, and Lailani drops to her feet.
My hands stay on her hips until she’s balanced.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I press my lips to hers and quickly pull away before I end up dragging her into her bedroom.
“Lock the door behind me. There’re a lot of dangerous men in this city. ”
“So I’ve heard.” She chuckles and follows me to the entryway.
The door closes behind me, and I wait until I hear the lock and the chain click into place before I walk away.
Guess a shower is in order. I’ll deal with my cock myself.
“Why are you so worked up?” Carlo asks from the other side of my desk.
“Remind me why you’re in here again? Last I checked, you had your own office,” I fire back.
“I’m bored and Louie is ignoring me,” he whines. “Come on, let’s go out.”
“I’m also ignoring you. I’ve got shit to do.” I hold up the stack of papers on my desk.
“When did you all get old?” he groans. “I want to go out. I want to do something.”
“Then go.” I wave a hand towards the door.
“Nope, think I’ll just get comfortable right here,” Carlo says, sinking farther into the seat while crossing a leg over a knee.
I look over at him. “You’re not leaving, are you?” I huff out a frustrated breath. “Fine, let’s go. But we are getting Louie first.” I push up from the desk. There’s another reason I want to stop by the Royal Flush, and it has nothing to do with my friend.
As soon as we step through the door of Louie’s casino, I tell Carlo I’ll meet him in the office and head over to the front desk, where I find Lailani talking to a guest. She looks flustered, so I move around the counter and stand behind her.
Not too close but close enough to overhear their conversation.
“I am the police. Give me the room number,” the asshole says, raising his voice at her.
Oh, fuck no. Just before I step up, he holds out his phone and shows Lailani a photo of Charlotte. I pull out my own phone and call Louie.
“This better be important,” he answers.
“Some detective is downstairs hassling the staff. He’s looking for your girl,” I tell him.
“I’ll be right down,” Louie says and immediately cuts the call.
I walk up and step in front of Lailani. “Is there a reason you’re harassing our staff?” I ask the asshole with the badge. I shove my hands into my pockets, along with my phone, so I don’t reach over the counter and smash his head into it.
Before the fucker can answer, Louie appears. “Is there a problem here?” he asks.
I stand on the sidelines, silent, as my friend exchanges words with the detective. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that Louie’s girl is a runaway bride.
Once the asshole leaves, or rather once he’s escorted out, Louie turns to Lailani. “Did you tell him she was here?”
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head while staring at the floor. Fucking hell, I want to wrap her in my arms and make sure no one ever fucking bothers her again.
“Good.” Louie’s tone is short, sharp, and every bit the cold-hearted bastard that he is. Then he turns to me. “Get Carlo. Meet me in my office.”
I nod and wait for him to walk away. As soon as he’s out of earshot, I look to Lailani. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. Thank you,” she says.
“I’ll come back when your shift’s over,” I tell her. As much as I still want to reach out and touch her, I don’t. It’s not the place. There are way too many eyes on us.
“So you shacked up with a runaway bride?” I chuckle as I stroll into Louie’s office.
“Fuck off.” He grinds his teeth as he sculls what’s left of his whiskey.
“So this detective, he cheated on her? Fucking fool.” Carlo whistles. “Girl’s a solid ten.”
I look over at him. Does he have a death wish? Fucking idiot.
He must realize his mistake because he quickly adds, “Objectively speaking.” Then he lifts his arms, palms out. “Trust me, boss, she’s all yours.”
“That’s if you can keep her. She’s smart, that one,” I chime in.
“You think I can’t keep her?” Louie asks.
“Does she know who you are?” I counter. “She’s a good girl type. Doesn’t fit in with our world.” I don’t know if I’m referring to Charlotte or Lailani. I could very well be projecting my own issues onto him.
“She fits in if I say she does,” Louie grunts.
And I have to admit that maybe he’s on to something. If I say Lailani fits in with my world, then she does. Could it really be that simple?
“How’d it go with Justin?” Louie says, changing the subject to one we all prefer. Business, and one of the many fuckers looking to fuck with ours.
“Splayed him out. I’m expecting it to hit the media anytime now. Left him in an alleyway behind one of the Garcia restaurants,” Carlo answers.
The Garcias are trying—and so far, failing—to take over our city. We’d never let it happen, but the assholes are giving it their best fucking shot.
“Get anything else out of him?” Louie presses.
“Nope. But I have my suspicions. I’ve got a few guys hitting the streets tonight. Once they find him, people will start talking and our guys will be there to hear ?em,” I reply.
“Good. Keep me posted. I got shit to do.” He gets up, indicating that’s the end of this impromptu meeting.
Which is fine with me. I’d much rather spend my night looking at Lailani’s face than staring at these two fuckers’ ugly mugs.