"I've been dying to suck your cock since dinner." Lucia approaches, her hands trailing over her tits. "Take off your trousers, Crew."
It's an offer I shouldn't be able to refuse. Lucia knows what I like. She'll drop to her knees right here and blow me. She'll crawl into my bed and we'll spend the rest of my time in Vegas the way we always do when we're together. Little sleep, countless condoms, and an understanding that when I head back to New York, she's as free to do whoever the hell she wants as I am.
"Not tonight." I shake off her hand as she reaches for the front of my gray pants. "Get dressed."
"Not tonight?" she parrots back with a sneer." Exactly what does that mean?"
I turn to look at her, keeping my eyes focused on her face because what's below her neck doesn't interest me anymore. "It means I don't want to fuck you, Lucia. I want you to leave."
"Slow down, lover." Her hands move to caress my biceps
through the white button down shirt I'm wearing. "You held me at bay for four days and now that I'm here, you're telling me to fuck off?"
I have kept her at arm's length since I landed earlier this week. I had work to do and I know from experience, that once Lucia gets her claws in me, business takes a back seat.
I promised her that we'd spend the next three days together.
"I'm not telling you to fuck off." I reach for my suit jacket. I'd tossed it onto the back of the plush sofa when we arrived. "Put this on."
"Why?" She pushes it away with both hands. "You suddenly don't like my body? I've never heard a complaint from you before."
She's right. I've only ever offered compliments. She's a beautiful woman who is skilled in the sack. Her business acumen makes her the perfect fit for me, yet we've never taken things between us beyond our shared interest in Veil West and a satisfying fuck whenever I'm in town.
"You won't hear one now." I turn back to the window and the lights that promise an experience unlike any other. Vegas comes with a rich treasure of hope mixed with every wicked pleasure imaginable. That's the reason it's one of my favorite places on this earth. "It's not about you."
She parts her feet and plants her hands on her hips. "You need to fuck, Crew. Whatever is on your mind will cease to exist once your cock hits the back of my throat."
My dick doesn't even twitch with those words. "I'm not in the mood."
"You're always in the mood." She cocks her head to the side.
"Not tonight." I bark back to her reflection. Her hand darts between her thighs. The temptation bait she's casting in my direction is a waste of her time.
She throws her head back and moans. I look down at my phone again. I want to call Adley. I want to ask how her week has been. I want to tell her that I've been thinking about her constantly, but I can't. Nothing has changed between us since I left. We're still just friends and she's still hanging out with Hale judging by an image that was posted to a random woman's Instagram account six hours ago and tagged with the halesbabe hashtag.
It was a picture of Ad and Hale at a café. The fingers of her left hand were touching the front of her neck. It's a sure sign that she was uncomfortable in the moment. Hale's not the guy for her even if twenty-thousand people liked the picture and more than five hundred commented on what a perfect couple they are.
Idiots. They don't know her.
"I'm going to come," Lucia cries from where she's still standing, her hand moving in a frantic pace to get herself off.
I turn and walk past her, leaving her alone to enjoy the climax she needs, and I want no part of.
Chapter 9
Adley
"Crew will be back in three days," Ellie tells May as we stand at the corner of Broadway and Eighty-First. "You can explain to him what happened to the kite then."
May shields her eyes from the bright mid-day sun with her hand as she looks up at her mom. "Why can't we just call him? He told me that if I need him that I should call."
He's told me the same thing countless times. I was tempted to reach out to him yesterday, but visions of him in bed with Lucia kept me from making the call. He did send me a text message shortly after two this morning when I was up getting a glass of water. It said that he missed me.
I sent him a response almost immediately telling him that I missed him too, and then I waited for more. Nothing came and now it's almost twelve hours later and I haven't heard another word from him. I won't until he's back in Manhattan.
"What happened to the kite?" I step onto the street once the light changes. "Did you get it caught in a tree?"
"No." May reaches forward to grab my hand. "I gave it to a friend."