Chapter 10
Elliot
The light shining through the window is what wakes me. In the rush to have Aria, I completely forgot to close the blinds.
But it’s fine. Not only was I able to take in all her beauty, I was able to do it with the lights of the strip in the background.
I saw how she looked pressed against a window, the lights shining behind her.
It was fucking stunning—something I know I will be using for my own pleasure for years to fucking come.
As I take in the sunlight, memories of last night flood my mind. I want to relive them, even more so when I feel Aria shift next to me. Given where the sun is hitting in the sky, though, it’s later than I expected. I need to get going. The jet will be waiting for me soon.
Even though I should get up, I truly don’t want to—which is why I turn toward the woman at my side, slide my hands over her bare waist, and press her body to mine.
She feels fucking perfect like this, like she was made to fit right into my side.
Is it wrong of me to want her in this very spot every day?
“You better move your dick away from my ass,” Aria grumbles sleepily, though she pushes her body toward me even more, leaving no space between us.
I let out a small chuckle as I press my face into the mess that is her hair.
“If I remember correctly, just two hours ago, you wanted my dick. I think your exact words were, ‘Elliot, please fill all my holes.’”
Aria lets out a small gasp, looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed. “I did not say that.”
I grab a strand of her blonde hair. “Oh, but you did. I think it was when I was fucking you against the window, actually.”
Her eyes narrow even more, as if she is trying to figure out if I’m kidding or not.
I’m not. She did in fact say she wanted me to fill all her holes, and the blush that covers her cheeks tells me she remembers.
“Okay, I might have said that, but that doesn’t mean I want to do that,” she looks down at the space between us, where my cock touches her body, “right now. I’m not mentally prepared to experiment with anal only a few hours before I have to get on a flight.”
My chuckle turns into a full laugh. “Don’t worry, your ass is safe.” I want to add ‘for now’, but I don’t know if I will ever see this woman again.
“Oh, thank God.” Aria turns in my arms and buries her face into the crook of my neck.
She feels fucking perfect, and my hands want to hold her to me for as long as I can, but that isn’t feasible.
That doesn’t stop my fingers from mapping the length of her back, though. It takes everything in me to pull away from her.
“As much as I wish I could be here with you for the rest of the day, fuck you until your flight, I have a flight of my own to catch.” I hear my own disappointment.
I could cancel the meeting or even move it, but it won’t do anything. The only thing that extending our time in Vegas will do is grow my addiction.
Aria groans as she detangles herself from me to lie on her back. “Well, I guess it was fun while it lasted.”
I’m about to suggest we meet up sometime soon, tell her I will fly to her, but I don’t.
Instead, I suggest she join me in the shower, which she eagerly accepts.
As she goes to get out of bed, I move just a bit quicker and shift so I’m able to lift her before her feet touch the floor. I carry her to the bathroom, which thankfully has a shower that could fit four people.
The second we’re surrounded by the scorching hot water—Aria’s preference—we start exploring each other, the energy more frantic than it was just a few hours ago. It’s like we both know we won’t see each other again after this, so we might as well make the most of it.
And make the most of it we do.
I thought our time before this was eventful, but the image of Aria falling to her knees and taking my cock in her mouth is something that will be forever burned in my mind.
She panted my name when I returned the favor and fell to my own knees. I feasted on her pussy and ass, marking them as mine in every way I could.
Unfortunately, the shower had to end, no matter how much we tried to prolong it.
And now, we are both dressed, ready to officially put an end to our time together.
As I watch her slide into her heels, I debate on what I should do. Should I get her number? Should we talk about meeting up somewhere in a few weeks? Or do we just end it here and never see each other again?
I take a second to think about it all, and in the process, I find something interesting. I’ve been with my fair share of woman since my teens, never have I had a hard time walking away from a singular night, so why am I now?
Why is a night with Aria so different from the rest?
I have no fucking clue.
I try to figure it out as Aria finishes putting on the second heel and I kick myself for not figuring it out fast enough when she stands up to full height.
Questions are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t speak them. I do let my eyes roam over her, taking in everything about her as if I haven’t done so already.
Instead of saying we should continue this from our respective homes, I say something else. “Can I walk you back to your room?”
It’s a childish question, but I don’t want to end our time faster than we have to.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, and I’m sober. I can find my way.”
“But I want to.”
Aria bites her lower lip, and a small blush covers her face. “Well, if you want to, who am I to stop you?”
I hold out my hand, and she takes it without hesitation.
Our walk down to Aria’s room is silent and uneventful, but it’s still the most myself I felt in a very long time.
For the last few hours, I haven’t thought about anything other than Aria.
I haven’t thought about work, or about the property for Grayson, or what I’m going to find out in California.
I haven’t thought about my next escape out of Chicago.
Better yet, I haven’t thought about my parents in the way that always darkens my mind.
My head hasn’t worked like it usually does, and it’s all because of Aria.
“This is me,” Aria voices, nodding toward a door that looks like all the others.
“Do you think your best friend is back from her night out?” I’m very much prolonging walking away from her.
“I hope so, but I have a feeling she’s still in la-la land.”
My shoulders shrug. “I mean, that’s not a bad land to be in. We were in it just a bit ago, and I may be a little sad leaving it.”
Aria’s laugh fills the hallway. “I’m sure a guy like you will find a way to get over it.”
I won’t, but I don’t tell her that. “We’ll see.”
We go silent then, just looking into each other’s eyes, our hands still interlaced. We stand like that for a few minutes, until Aria eventually breaks it.
“Thank you for the pizza and the drink, Elliot.”
The smile she gives me almost has me falling to my knees in front of her and getting one last taste, but I hold myself together.
Well, somewhat. I do step forward and press her into the door.
“It was my pleasure. Thank you for the last few hours.”
A sweet giggle leaves her lips. “It was my pleasure.”
I lean closer, my lips almost a whisper on hers. “It really was all about your pleasure.”
The words leave my mouth before I press my lips to hers.
I’m hyperaware that we’re in the middle of a hallway and anyone can see us, but I don’t give two shits.
I kiss Aria as if she were mine and this is the last kiss I will ever get from her. I let my tongue sweep over hers, and when we pull away, both of us are panting.
But it’s officially time to walk away.
“I should probably get going,” I say, pulling myself away fully.
Aria nods and throws another smile my way. “It was really nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too.”
And that’s it.
No see you later.
No phone numbers.
No nothing.
I throw a smile her way with a wave as I leave.
* * *
As soon as I step on the family plane, I pull out my phone and call the one person who can get me what I need. It’s early on this fine Monday morning, so there’s a chance he’s still asleep.
But knowing him, there is a chance he has yet to call it a night.
After three rings, I have my answer.
“What up, big bro?” Drake’s voice comes through my phone, sounding hyped up on energy drinks.
“How many hours are you running on?” I ask, wondering if he has been taking his medication like he’s supposed to. Maybe I should take a trip to Texas to check.
“Not as many as you think.” That doesn’t answer my question. “What’s up?”
I should push him to give me a clear answer, but there’s a chance he will shut down and hang up on me. So, I go back to the reason I called him.
The reason I can’t stop thinking about. The reason I left in that hallway. The reason for not being able to function until I know every detail about her.
“I need you to get me information, and I need you to do it as soon as possible.”
“I got you. Tell me what to look for.”
“Not what, who, and all I have is a first name, the hotel she stayed, and a room number. Do you think you can work with that?”
A fake scoff comes through the other side. “You doubt my abilities. I can do it and then some. Send me the info.”