“Thanks, baby,” she says excitedly and then bounces off.
The thing about being in any casino is that you lose track of time. No clocks. No windows. You could literally sit there for as long as your bladder can hold on while you’re on a winning streak. But when I finally stand from the table, I check my phone to see that I had been sitting there for three hours. I have two calls from my brother. One from Cross and two from Titan. I go to our group message and send a quick text.
Me: What’s up?
Then I place it back in my pocket. I walk between the dinging machines, coming up to the one that has big red and yellow fish on it. Lucy sits there with one leg on her chair and the other on the platform the machine sits on. I plop down next to her. “How you doin’?”
She looks at me and growls. “Shitty. You?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Of course. You’re always lucky.”
“It has nothing to do with luck,” I tell her.
She throws her head back with a laugh. “You’re so full of yourself.”
I lean into her neck and kiss her. “You’re going to be full of me.”
“Yes, please.” She turns her head and places her lips on mine. “Let’s go upstairs to my place.” She breathes, pulling away.
She jumps into my lap with a squeal, and I slap her thigh. “Let’s go,” I order.
The Airport sits on about two hundred and fifty acres with the original five-story airport structure and an underground level, which is where the tables and machines are located. Connected to the Airport is the Mason Towers. Two towers that were once hotels for those flying in and out when the airport was still in service. The Mason Brothers have redone them over the years and turned them into apartments they rent out.
We make our way to the towers and take the elevator up to her penthouse. As soon as I open her door, she’s pushing me toward her room. We start down the hallway when she shoves my back into a wall and digs into the pocket of her jean shorts. “I got a surprise for you.” She sticks it on her tongue, then runs it along my lips. I capture her lips with mine and take the pill from her. She pulls away, panting.
“Yours?” I ask.
“Already took it.”
Tossing her key to the floor, she rips my shirt up and over my head while I do the same to hers as we make it the rest of the way to her bedroom. She pushes my jeans down, and they get caught around my ankles, causing me to trip.
She giggles as she pushes her shorts down her legs before falling on top of me, not even bothering to wait for us to make it to her bed. Kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I grab her hips and flip us so I’m straddling her.
She leans up and runs her tongue over the spike I have through my nipple. And I moan when she wraps her lips around it.
My hands grip her blond hair, and I yank her head back. Her mouth is open, and she pants. “How do you want it?” I ask. She goes to speak, but I say, “Never mind. I know how I want it.” I crawl off her, grab her hips, and flip her over. Then I’m yanking her ass up in the air. My hand comes down on it—hard—leaving an instant red print. She buries her face in the carpet, releasing a moan.
“Grave.” She pants, wiggling her ass up in the air for me because she knows exactly what I’m going to take tonight.
CHAPTER THREE
GRAVE
THE RINGING OF my phone has me opening my eyes to a dark room. I fall out of her bed and hit the floor with a thud, then moan at the pain that shoots up my side. It rings again, and I see it lighting up on the floor at the end of the bed. Crawling to it, I answer. “Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?” my brother demands.
I had messaged the group text earlier, but I never checked my phone again after that. I was too busy with Lucy to fucking care what they wanted. “What time is it?” I ask roughly. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Feels like sandpaper.
“Are you high? Of course, you are,” he growls, answering his own question. “Are you at Kingdom?”
“No.” I run a hand through my hair, finding my way back into the bed. Lying down, I reach over to my right in the darkness to feel Lucy lying next to me, naked and sound asleep. “What … What do you want?” I clear my throat. Fuck, I need a drink to wash down this taste.