2. Hope
HOPE
By the time we leave the casino, my feet ache, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and my purse is heavier than it was when the night started. Winning tends to do that.
Frost slips an arm around my shoulders as we weave through the crowd, his steps steady, relaxed like Vegas hasn’t been trying to take us for all we’re worth the last few hours.
Luckily, we walked away winners. The same can’t be said for Chaos, who lost almost everything tonight.
The lights are blurring together, neon melting into gold, and I feel pleasantly buzzed without being sloppy drunk.
“I can’t believe we both walked away with more money than we came with,” I say, laughing softly.
He grins down at me. “Told you Vegas loves me.”
The elevator ride is quiet, just the hum of movement and Frost’s thumb brushing slow circles against my arm. Our suite greets us with soft lighting and city glow spilling through the windows. I kick off my heels and sigh in relief.
“Best decision I made all night,” I murmur.
Frost chuckles, setting his winnings on the counter before crossing the room to me. He cups my waist, pulling me close, resting his forehead against mine.
“You had fun?” he asks.
“So much,” I whisper. “Not gonna lie though, I’m glad we’re finally alone.”
He kisses me, slow and unhurried, like we have nowhere else to be.
Frost’s hands slide up my sides, thumbs grazing the underside of my breasts through the fabric of my shirt.
I melt into him, parting my lips to let him deepen the kiss.
His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting like whiskey and want, as heat pools low in my belly.
“Missed this,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Missed you.”
“We've been together all night,” I tease, but my breath catches when his fingers find the zipper on my jeans.
“Not like this.” He draws the zipper down slowly, deliberately. “Not without everyone else around.”
Frost slides my jeans slowly down my legs, and I shiver in response.
He lifts one foot at a time to release me from the confines of my denim and slowly trails his hands back up my body, peeling off my shirt, leaving me in just my black lace bra and matching panties.
Frost steps back, his eyes darkening as they roam over me, and my cheeks burn with desire under his gaze.
“Fuck, Hope,” he breathes. “You're so goddamn beautiful.”
I reach for his shirt, working the buttons open with trembling fingers. “Your turn.”
He helps me, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. My hands find his chest, tracing the lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin. He's solid beneath my touch, and I can feel his heart racing just as fast as mine.
Frost walks me backward toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I let myself fall, pulling him down with me. His weight settles over me, perfect and grounding, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Love you too, baby.” His hand slides up my thigh, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. “Gonna marry you in a couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, you are.” I lift my hips so he can pull the lace down my legs. “Better make it worth my while.”
He laughs, low and rough, before kissing his way down my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. His fingers work the clasp of my bra, freeing me, and then his mouth is on my nipple, hot and wet. I arch into him, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Frost,” I gasp when his hand slides between my thighs, finding me already slick and ready.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, circling my clit with his thumb while two fingers slide inside me. “Always so ready.”
I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure building in my core. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, and I cry out, clutching at his shoulders.
“That's it,” he encourages, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear you, Hope. No one to worry about now.”
He's right. There’s no one in the next room, so there’s no need to be quiet. I let myself moan freely as he works me higher, his fingers moving in a rhythm that has me trembling beneath him.
“Come for me, Hope,” he demands. “Come now.”
As if I needed to hear him say it, my body responds immediately, and I detonate. “I need you,” I pant, tugging at his belt. “Need you inside me.”
Frost pulls back just long enough to shed his pants and boxer briefs, and then he's back, settling between my thighs. I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I wrap my legs around him again, urging him closer.
He pushes in slowly, stretching me, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation, and he pauses, buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes.
“Move,” I plead, rolling my hips. “Please, Frost.”
He does, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm that has me gasping. His hands grip my hips, angling me so he hits deeper with each stroke, and I cling to him, lost in the sensation of us moving together.
“Harder,” I beg, and he obliges, his pace quickening, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
I feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly, pleasure building with each thrust. Frost reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit again, and that's all it takes. I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
“Fuck, Hope,” he groans, his rhythm faltering. “I'm—”
“Come inside me,” I whisper, tightening around him. “Want to feel you.”
He thrusts deep one last time, and his body goes rigid as he spills inside me and growls my name. We stay like that for a moment, tangled together, hearts racing in perfect sync.
Finally, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm tucked against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I feel boneless, satisfied, completely content.
“Best bachelorette party ever,” I murmur, and he laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Just wait till the wedding night,” he promises, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
Before I can protest, Frost hops out of bed and marches into the bathroom.
I close my eyes and listen to the water running, and a moment later, the bed dips.
I purr in delight as Frost massages my legs seductively.
Slowly, urging my legs apart, his tongue sweeps across my swollen clit.
I squirm at the contact and try to move away.
He holds me in place with his arm draped over my abdomen and continues to nip and suck the sensitive bud. I erupt again. My entire body feels like jelly as he cleans me before wiping himself off. Frost tosses the washrag aside and pulls me into his chest as I drift off.
Morning comes way too quickly. I wake to sunlight and the faint sound of Frost moving around the suite. He’s already showered based on his damp hair, and his jeans hang off his hips.
“You’re up early,” I mumble.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he admits. “Still riding the win.”
I check my phone on the nightstand to see a message from Amy. My smile stretches across my face when I read what she has planned today. “Amy texted. Looks like we’re having a spa day.”
His brows lift. “That sounds dangerous.”
“She promised not to assault anyone,” I say, already knowing that’s probably a lie.
Frost hands me a cup of steamy, hot goodness. “Can’t start a day with Amy without your coffee.”
I chuckle. “You’re probably right, thank you.”
Frost winks and leans down to kiss me. “I’m always right,” he mumbles against my lips
I swat him in the chest. “Get out of here. Go have fun with the guys.”
Frost and the guys head back downstairs to gamble while Amy and I slip into fluffy robes at the spa. The scent of eucalyptus wraps around us, soothing and decadent.
“I deserve this,” Amy declares, sinking into a chair. “Trauma from being separated from my bat.”
I snort. “I think you’ll survive.”
She smirks as the esthetician begins. “We’ll see.”
I chuckle softly as my mind drifts about becoming Mrs. Deacon Stone.
Later that evening, Amy and I are relaxed, glowing, and more than ready to party again.
I invite Amy up to mine and Frost’s suite so we can get ready together while the men wait for us in the casino.
I decided on a deep blue sequined halter top and black jeans that hug me in all the right places.
Sliding on my wedges, I put the finishing touches on my smoky eyes.
Amy whistles. “You look fucking hot, girl.”
“So do you,” I say.
Amy decided on a pair of dark-wash jeans, an off-the-shoulder black lace top, and a deep purple tank underneath. Her stiletto heels finish off the biker chic look. She slides up next to me and hands me a gift bag.
“What’s this?” I ask, tossing the decorative tissue paper on the counter.
“Insurance.”
I raise a brow. “Insurance?”
I reach into the bag and pull out a beautiful white sash with the word brIDE written in rhinestones across it. Amy helps me get it situated just right across my chest.
“Thank you.” I tug her into my arms. “Explain to me how this is insurance, though.”
Amy grins. “With as sexy as you look, this will let everyone know you’re taken and keep Frost from beating everyone to a pulp.”
“So, in other words, if you can’t beat anyone, neither can Frost.”
Amy taps her temple. “It’s like you’re in here or something.”
I laugh as we gather our purses and head to the elevator. “Let’s go party with some Outlaws.”
Saints Outlaws’ clubhouse pulses with music, laughter, and the unmistakable hum of MC energy when we arrive. Vegas greets us like family as the men slap each other’s backs, and his club brothers hand out beers.
There’s a band set up in the corner, and the room is thumping from the bass. I drift away from Frost’s side but make sure I’m in his line of sight, per his request. The club knows I’m off limits, but there are outsiders here who won’t necessarily care.
I watch Frost across the room, laughing with Chaos, beer in his hand. He looks so confident and comfortable here. He’s also completely unaware of all the women’s eyes targeting their sights on him.
One of the club girls slides in close, all curves pressing herself against his side. I stiffen but am unable to move my legs toward him.
Frost steps back immediately, holding up a hand. “Not interested. I’m getting married.”
I immediately exhale the breath I was holding… until she laughs like it’s a challenge.
Amy appears at my side, eyes narrowing. “Oh, no, she didn’t.”
The girl reaches for Frost again. Amy moves fast before I can stop her.
“Oh, shit.”