15. Poker
CHAPTER 15
POKER
As long as you have me, mine is the only touch you should ever experience.
Something is wrong.
Meri is rattled.
My woman screamed, and it was a scream of terror, not shock.
Before we reach her house, I vow to get to the bottom of it.
When we reach her house, I watch Meri carefully. She appears calmer as I follow her inside, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Make no mistake about it, there’s still something wrong, but maybe it isn’t as bad as I feared.
“Rough night?” I ask her.
“You could say that.” She walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. “Wanna beer?”
“Sure, thanks.”
It takes her several minutes to make her way back to me in the living room, and as soon as she hands me the bottle, she flops onto the couch.
“I need to tell you something, and I know it’s going to make you mad,” Meri says quietly.
My heart skips a beat. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“You know Ms. Rogers from the games?”
“Of course, I do.”
“She brought a plus one tonight, a man named Diego.”
“Good for her,” I say with a chuckle. “Always did think she needed to get laid to dislodge that stick up her ass.”
Unable to help herself, Meri laughs lightly. “Very true.”
“So, this Diego guy,” I remind her when she doesn’t continue. “He do something?”
Slowly, as if she’s dealing with fine China, Meri sets her beer on the coffee table before plucking mine from my grasp and doing the same. Then she turns and sits sideways so she’s facing me.
“Before I tell you, I need you to take a good look at me and realize that I’m okay.”
Instantly, my muscles tense, and my blood boils. “I’ll fucking kill him,” I snarl.
“Poker, I’m fine. He didn’t…” She takes a deep breath. “He didn’t hurt me, not really.”
“What do you mean not really ?”
Meri sighs. “He followed me into my office and pinned me against the wall.” She slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders and tugs it down to reveal the swell of her breasts above the strapless bra she’s wearing. “See, I don’t even have a mark from it.”
“He put his hands on you?”
“Technically, he put his forearm on me.”
“Not helping,” I snap.
Again, she sighs. “He said he just wanted me to give you a message.”
I shoot to my feet and begin to pace. If he did this to get a message to me, then it’s my fault that Meri was in danger. That thought sends my rage spiraling to an almost uncontrollable level.
“What’s the message?” I ask her, my tone clipped.
“He said that you and the club need to stay away from his brother.”
“Who’s his brother?”
“No idea. He said you’d know who he is.”
“What’s Diego’s last name?”
“Um…” Meri rises from the couch, holding her dress in place with one arm, to retrieve her cell from her purse on the kitchen counter. After tapping on the screen a few times, she brings it to show me. “According to Ms. Rogers’ RSVP, his full name is Diego Rivera.”
“That means nothing to me,” I admit.
“Maybe one of your brothers will recognize the name.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
My mind races with possibilities. It’s not like the Soulless Kings don’t have enemies. Hell, we collect them like some people collect stamps. But right now, things are good. No reports of enemies that are a current threat.
I need to call Crow, talk to all of them about this, but when I return my gaze to Meri, I realize the only thing I need to do at this very minute is take care of her and assure her that she’s safe.
She might not be saying it, but she’s not okay.
Grabbing her cell, I toss it onto the couch and then tug her against my chest. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?”
“I know.”
“And I’ll figure this out. Whoever this Diego and his brother are… they won’t come near you.”
“Okay.”
I lean back and tip her chin up with my finger. “What do you need from me? How can I help you salvage the night?”
Meri’s pupils dilate, and her skin flushes. “Make me forget the feel of him,” she whispers.
Diego may not have touched her intimately, but he still touched her, and that’s a violation.
Bending, I lift Meri into my arms, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Bedroom?” I rasp.
“Last door on the left.”
I carry her to the room and upon entering, I immediately see she has an attached bath. “Shower first?”
“Yes, please.”
I set her on her feet on the tile floor, and she strips while I adjust the water temperature. When I turn around and see her naked for the first time, I silently thank whatever deity is out there for making her mine.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say reverently.
Meri blushes. “Thanks. I’d say the same, but you still have clothes on,” she teases.
Quickly rectifying that situation, I strip and toss my clothes to the floor and move to stand a few inches away from her. Tentatively, she presses her palm to my chest, and my skin ripples at the contact.
I guide her into the shower, knowing if I let her explore like she seems to want to, I’ll be coming like a teenager who just discovered pussy. Meri stands under the spray, and I lean forward to press my lips to her collarbone. I trail kisses along her throat, making sure to erase the impression Diego may have left.
“Poker,” she whispers, threading her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.
Lowering to her nipple, I suck it between my lips while tweaking the other with a free hand.
“Oh God,” she moans.
My cock is so hard I feel like it’d cut through glass like a hot knife through butter, but I focus on her pleasure. Easing her backward until she bumps against the wall, I drop to my knees.
“Hang on, babe,” I growl, and that’s the only warning I give her before burying my face in her pussy and lavishing her clit with my tongue.
Her legs tremble, so I wrap one arm around her thigh to help hold her steady as she grips my shoulders for support. Using my free hand, I drag it through her slit and groan at how wet she is for me.
“More, Poker,” she pleads. “I need more.”
Not one to deny her anything, I lick a path through her folds before shoving two fingers inside just as my tongue returns to her clit. Her knees threaten to buckle, so I tighten my hold.
I work my digits in and out of her, the rhythm of my mouth and hand in sync, until she’s a sexy, quivering mess. Her walls begin to spasm, holding my fingers hostage, and I hum against her flesh. The vibration sends her over the edge, and she screams my name as she falls apart at my mercy.
I don’t stop until she begs me to, and only then do I stand. Putting my fingers at her lips, I demand, “Suck.”
Meri darts her tongue out of her mouth, swirling it around the tips before leaning forward and sucking like her life depends on it.
Fucking hell.
I thrust my cock against her stomach, and she nods as she releases my hand.
“I need you inside me, Poker,” she purrs. “I need it so bad.”
I lift her up and hold her with one arm, using my chest to help with leverage against the wall, while I guide my dick to her center.
“Oh,” she moans when I push the tip in. “More.”
Inch by granite-hard inch, I ease my way into her slick heat, and her head falls back.
“You take me so good,” I groan as I move inside of her at a languid pace.
“Mmmm. More.”
Unable to keep things slow, I increase my thrusts, jerking my hips forward to slam in balls deep. Each slap of skin is like a jolt to my nerve endings, and I’m buzzing with pleasure like I’ve never known.
Meri’s nails dig into my back, and I almost hope she breaks skin so I can wear her mark.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Take what you need to come again.”
She slides one hand from my back, over my shoulder and down my chest until she reaches her clit. There’s something about her small hand between us, both of us chasing our pleasure, that draws my balls tight.
“I’m…” Meri moans. “I’m…” She moans again. “I’m… Poker!”
She shatters around my cock, and that triggers my own release. Spots dance in front of my eyes, my soul rips clean open, and every ounce of energy flows from my body.
“Fuck,” I say with a shudder as I slide out of her and set her on her feet.
When I’m sure we’re both steady on our feet, I turn the shower off and lift her into my arms to carry her to the bed.
“Uh, what about drying off?” she asks, a teasing quality to her tone.
“Fuck it,” I mutter. “I just wanna wrap myself around you.”
“Okay.”
We crawl under her sheet, and she wraps around me like a koala. “Thank you for that, Poker.”
I stiffen. “You’re thanking me for fucking you?”
“No. I’m thanking you for erasing him.”
I relax. “Anytime, babe. As long as you have me, mine is the only touch you should ever experience.”