13. Hayden
13
HAYDEN
B y the time we left the room, we were all half-wasted. None of us could walk a straight line. Not that we gave a damn. That had been the plan. It was always the game plan when we came to Vegas. We pre-partied in the room because drinks in the nightclubs were expensive as hell.
When we got to the lobby, Marcos approached Declan, whispering something in his ear. Declan shook his head, but Marcos waved a guy over. He had that sexy G-man look going for him: tall, austere, silent but deadly look. My eyes roamed down his frame. And he was packing. The bulk of a handgun made his suit coat hang funny.
“Mr. Holt, Damon will drive you wherever you need to go. The hotel insists.”
The hotel insists? What the hell? And why a bodyguard for a bodyguard?
“We’re fine, Marcos, but give me his number, and we’ll call if we need picked up or change our minds.”
Marcos relented.
“Dude, they treat you like a fucking king here.”
“The company provides their security force. I trained Marcos and most of the upper-level security staff. That’s all.”
Marcos and Damon side-eyed each other, and my Spidey senses went on red alert. I didn’t think that was all, but I had nothing other than my gut to go on. The problem was, although I trusted my gut, it had literally saved my skin and the lives of my fellow Marines more times than I could count; it led me astray with my bitch of a fiance, so I didn’t know if I could trust it with Declan. Did it not work for me romantically? Fuck my life. What the fuck was I thinking? We weren’t dating. This wasn’t some smooth dopey relationship shit. We were fucking. That was it.
I hated it when I got just drunk enough to be philosophical or get stuck in my head.
“I need a shot.”
Several of the guys agreed, and Marcos piped up, “Damon could drive you to a club, if that’s where you’re heading?”
“Is there booze in the car?”
Marcos nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I work for a living, and you’re not my sub. Don’t call me sir.”
Eyes flew to me, then darted to Declan, reminding me how many times Marcos had called Declan sir.
“My apologies. Yes, there is a bar in the limo.”
Priest clapped his hands together and said, “Yes, let’s let the sexy beast drive us to the club.”
I looked at Declan, and he nodded. Damon led us out to the car, and I grabbed Declan, holding him back so the others didn’t hear.
“Is there a problem?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Damon’s packing.”
“Maybe he’s self-conscious.”
“A gun, Declan. He’s packing a gun,” I growled under my breath.
Declan stopped, turned to me, and said, “I know. He’s an armed security detail for the hotel. To my knowledge, there’s nothing to worry about. He is one of the drivers assigned to the suite, and it would be bad press if something happened to one of us while we were out because the headline would read ‘VIP guests staying at the Majestic…’ fill in the blank.”
I scrubbed my hand over my face. He wasn’t being completely honest with me, and I didn’t know why. But with the drinks, I couldn’t wrap my head around things quite right. All I could grasp onto was that A) Declan Holt made me hard as a rock, B) he was hiding something, and C) I needed to run as fast and far as I could.
“Sarge! Let’s go! I need to get my drink on and my dick sucked!” Priest yelled.
“We good?” Declan asked, and I nodded.
I slid into the car behind Declan, and Cameron handed me a glass. “The drink you said you wanted. I can’t do mixed here, so shots it is.”
I didn’t wait for any toasts or anyone else to drink with me. I raised the glass to my mouth, catching Declan’s gaze over the rim, and tossed it back. Holding the glass out to Cameron, I said, “Another.”
Declan’s glass appeared next to mine. Cameron filled them both, and Declan and I watched each other as we downed the liquid. The bite of flavor got me in the back of my throat. My eyes fell closed, and I rolled my head, stretching my neck to rid myself of it before shaking my head.
The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was Declan downing another shot.
“Pace yourself, vato,” I warned, my tongue already thick and my words sluggish.
“I will when you do.”
His assertive side popped up out of nowhere, making me want to bend him over my lap, bare his ass, and paddle it fucking red.
What the hell?
Those three words had become my mantra since meeting Declan. He’d triggered something inside me. Something dark and possessive. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to claim him so the world would know he was off-limits. Spread out, at my mercy, and begging for my cock. That’s what I wanted and needed. I also wanted to know what it was like to ride his dick, but that desire warred with my lifelong controlling nature, supercharged by lust and a powerful urge to nurture and protect him—a feeling unlike anything I’d ever known. I wanted to be his Papi, and I wanted him to be my vato.
The car slowed to a crawl before stopping, and the door next to me opened. I stepped out of the car, grabbing Declan’s hand to pull him out behind me, but I didn’t move away from the door because Damon stood holding the car door, his eyes darting around the street as if he was on patrol and looking for a threat around every corner.
Alcohol dulled my senses, but I followed his gaze. Nightclubs filled the street. Music lived and breathed in the atmosphere, the differing beats and lyrics blending into a chaotic mess.
When my vision began to swim, I turned to him and said, “Everything okay?”
“Yes, Sergeant. Just always overly cautious.”
A push against my ass shoved me forward. Declan popped out of the car, his face angry and frustrated, but before I could say anything, the others spilled out onto the street behind him. Cameron led the way toward the club, moving to get in line, only for the bouncer to call out to him.
“Gorgeous, you’re not standing in line. Head on in.”
“My friends…”
The bouncer’s eyes roved over the rest of us, waving us past as well.
Once inside, the music became not just something to be heard but something you absorbed until it took life in your soul. There was almost nothing better. Pulling on Declan’s hand, I said, “Let’s dance.”
He smiled, nodding, and pulled me out into the sea of grinding bodies. He plastered himself to my front, and we lost ourselves in each other. Song after song played, each one designed to make you horny and needy. We moved together, our bodies writhing and twisting, rubbing against each other until both of us were hard as fuck and ready to do just that.
I dragged him to the corner at the end of the bar, pressing my cock into his ass.
“Order us a drink,” I ordered, and he flagged the bartender, who waved back.
“Now, open your pants.”
His head swiveled, and I cocked a brow at him when our eyes met. “Here?”
I nodded.
Indecision painted his face. His lower lip found its way between his teeth, but his hands disappeared beneath the bar.
“I’m going to fuck you. You good with that?”
He stretched up so I could hear him. “Green.”
“Jesus fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He smirked. Using the lube I had in my pocket, I worked him open. I wanted to sink into him with nothing between us. And if that wasn’t the damnedest thing. I hadn’t even fucked the woman I was going to marry without wrapping my junk.
Then he said, ordered, “Ditch the condom,” like he could read my mind. “I’m on PrEP and just got my latest results last week.”
Wasting no time, I opened my pants and slid inside him. “Damn, vato. You really are trying to kill me,” I groaned.
I used the music to mask my movements, dancing and grinding against him like I had on the dance floor. Focusing on hitting his prostate, I twined my arms around his torso, holding him to my chest. He moved with me as much as I would let him. One of his hands grabbed my thigh, and the other gripped my forearm. His blunt nails dug into the skin while I rode him.
“What can I get you guys?”
Looking down at Declan, his head lolled back on my chest, eyes closed. I answered, “Water for us both and two double tequilas. Something good. No well drinks.”
The bartender took my card, tapping it on the bar as he turned away.
“Vato, you okay?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“You gonna come for me?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The bartender sat the drinks down, sliding me the receipt. I barely acknowledged the price as I signed the slip. He smirked at me, turning away, and I realized we’d not be as discreet as I thought.
Fuck it.
I took Declan’s hips in my hands and fucked him in earnest, pegging him just right over and over.
“Jerk yourself off.”
“Already there. I’m so fucking close.”
His climax tightened him around me before the words were out of his mouth. I growled and let myself fly, barely muffling the roar of satisfaction.
Declan handed me my water, and I chugged it down, wetting my parched throat. Pressing my lips to his ear, I said, “We didn’t think this through. A condom woulda made cleanup much easier.”
His shot was halfway to his mouth when he paused and looked at me. “ We? You mean you right because this was all you, big guy.”
“I remember someone getting bossy and teasing me with talk of PrEP and test results.”
Laughter burst from him, and I winced as his ass clamped down on my sensitive cock. I pulled out of him, hurriedly tucking myself in my pants before straightening his clothes for him.
“We should get cleaned up,” he said, and I agreed.
On our way back to the dance floor, we made another stop at the bar, downing another couple of shots. We lost ourselves in the music and each other. Every once in a while, we’d catch sight of the other guys, but as much as I loved them and hoped they were having a good time, I wanted to focus on Declan.
“I could get used to this,” he said, his words slurred and eyes glassy.
I was certain my own were the same when I admitted, “I think I already have.”