Atlas

We exit the plane and retrieve our bags in silence. She glances over at me from time to time, but doesn’t say anything, which falls in line with her desire to keep things as impersonal as possible while getting very personal with my dick.

Speaking of my dick...

I’m no hopeless romantic like Chris, but if a woman has a mouth like this woman does, you’re probably supposed to marry her before someone else puts a ring on it.

Not like I’d ever put a ring on anything.

Maybe a cock ring.

I chuckle and she glances over at me, so I flash her a smile. I wonder how far her place is from McCarran. Maybe we should head to the Hard Rock instead. The sooner I can bury my dick in her, the better.

As soon as we step outside, a diamond white S560 pulls up and stops in front of us. I look at Red, but he shakes his head and shrugs. Not my car service then.

“Looks like my ride is here.” She slowly turns to face me, a smile pulling at those perfect red lips. How her lipstick stayed intact after that blow job, I’ll never know, but I wish more chicks had magical lipstick. She raises her eyebrows; I’ve been contemplating her lips too long.

“Your place or mine?” I ask. The question doesn’t come out as eager as I feel, which is good.

Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a laugh. “Mine.”

“Cool.” I can’t wait to fuck her into tomorrow night so I can get her out of my system. Plus, it’s the least I can do to repay her for the best mouth hug I’ve ever received.

Her driver jumps out and makes his way around the car. “Good evening, Ms. Rhone. How was your flight?”

Rhone. Is that French?

“Hello, Gerard.” She glances over at me. “My flight was quite entertaining, thank you for asking.”

He gives a curt nod, then grabs her luggage from Red and steps past me to place it in the trunk. He returns to where we stand on the curb. “Will your friends be joining you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m afraid not. Just the one suitcase, please.”

My mouth drops open. The fuck? Didn’t she just say we were going to her place?

The driver—Gerard—nods once, then opens the back door and steps aside to wait for her.

She’s not really going to ditch me like this, is she? I usually have to jump through all kinds of hoops to get away from hookups. I glance back at Red, but he looks away to hide his amusement. I should fire his ass for enjoying this so much.

Wait. I’m a fucking idiot. Of course she’s not ditching me. I’m Atlas Reynolds.

I smile and stand taller, pushing my bangs up beneath my hat. “You want me to just meet you there?” She probably wants to shower first, or whatever other shit girls think they need to do before getting laid. I drop my gaze; maybe she’s going to clean up down south—

She laughs, and I look back up into her eyes. She steps over to me and slides my shades down my nose to look me in the eyes. “You’re cute, Atlas, but this was a one-time thing.”

“What?” I sound like I’m twelve the way my voice cracks on the word. Hell, she just made me feel like I’m twelve. Cute?

“Honey, I’m old enough to be your mother.” She winks, then places a soft kiss on my lips and turns back to the Benz. “It was fun, but I’m not your Mrs. Robinson.”

Fun? It was an appetizer. The main course was supposed to come next. At her place. Or mine. Who really gives a fuck where?

And who’s Mrs. Robinson?

She glances back over her shoulder. “Actually, what are you doing Saturday night?”

I’m sure my sexual frustration is written all over my face, so I try to play it cool. “I’ll have to check my calendar.”

She smirks and inclines her head. “See that you do.” She starts to climb in—

“Wait! I never got your name!” My last ditch effort to keep her talking sounds just as pathetic out loud as it did in my head.

She looks back over her shoulder once more, smiling as she climbs into her car. “And you never will.”

Gerard closes the door, and she’s hidden behind tinted glass as black as night. He shrugs as he steps around the car. “Have a good night.”

Fuck off, Gerard.

I sigh as they pull away into airport traffic. “Well, shit. That’s a first.”

Red laughs and I shoot him a glare.

I tighten my hoodie around my head and pull out my cell phone to check my texts. “Did you order a car, or were you too busy watching me flail like a fucking idiot?”

“You mean, you’re not going with her?”

I look up at Red and shake my head. “You do know I pay your salary, right?”

Red laughs, then waves as a black Escalade pulls up to the curb. “Is that what you’re calling it? A salary?”

Red takes our bags around to the back, so I climb into the back seat and dial Chris. He wanted me to check in as soon as we landed. Can’t a guy take off for a few days without the whole world wondering if he’s having a mental breakdown?

He answers on the second ring, even though it’s two in the morning where they are. “Atlas,” he says, the word muffled like he’s got his face smashed into the pillow. “You good, bro?”

“Yeah, man.” I pause as Red climbs into the front seat. “I just met the hottest woman alive.”

Red snorts.

“Nah, man,” Chris says. “That’s impossible. I’m lying next to her right now.”

“Hi, Atlas,” Trinity whispers into the phone.

The driver and Red both turn around to look at me. “What?”

Red grimaces. “What hotel?”

Why does everyone hate my favorite place? “Hard Rock,” I say, then raise my eyebrows at Red.

Chris groans into the phone. “Bro, there are so many legit hotels out there, and you’re still stuck on the Rock.”

I laugh. “Memories, you know?”

“Yeah. And the titty bar across the street.”

“Exactly.”

“You do know that Las Vegas has other strip clubs.”

I frown. “Other than Top Tier? Why even bother?” 

Chris laughs. “Good night, man. Call us tomorrow and tell us about the hottest woman alive.”

“Will do. Give our girl a kiss for me.”

“You wish.” Chris ends the call, so I slide the phone back into my pocket. Trinity’s a cool chick, and she’s been around Chris & Cade longer than I have, but... I don’t know, seems kind of boring to fuck the same chick night after night after night.

I lean my head back and watch the streets roll by outside the window as we make our way to the hotel.