CHAPTER 14
Rachel
I strut through the Social Room of the Wicked Horse, having just stepped out of the lobby elevator. I’m wearing my sexiest dress—a low-cut number in silvery ice blue that compliments my eyes. It barely covers my ass, and any slight bending forward will reveal I’m not wearing panties.
Normally when I come off a high-speed, dangerous op, I’m totally amped to work out the excess energy at The Wicked Horse.
Add in the fact that I’m having the best sex of my life with Bodie, and I’ve got raging hormones coursing through me, I can barely contain myself right now. I need Bodie, and I need him bad. There’s a little bit of shame in the fact that he knew it, too, because as we were landing at McCarran in a private jet yesterday, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow night. You and I are going to tear up the club.”
Bodie texted me a bit ago, and said he was coming out a little earlier than we had planned. He wanted to play some poker with the other team members in The Apartment for a bit.
As I walk past the long bar that takes up one wall of the room, I notice Jerico standing at the end. I hardly ever see him here anymore and never without Trista. He waves a hand at me and nods down at the drink he’s got sitting before him, a silent invitation to come join him. I’d rather get to Bodie, but there’s something to be said for building up the anticipation.
By the time I make it to Jerico, he has a ginger ale over ice waiting for me. I would have preferred water since I’m not nauseous, but the sentiment is nice, so I don’t say anything.
“All caught up on your sleep and the time difference?” he asks. It’s a standard question after traveling halfway around the world but over the years, I’ve trained myself to sleep on the flights to help with my bounce back.
“I’m good to go,” I tell him as I take a sip of the ginger ale, leaning my forearm on the bar.
“Sounds like you guys had a bit of excitement out there,” he says conversationally. I’m sure Kynan told him all about what happened with the pirates coming at us and turning tail when we fired warning shots their way from the Browning. There’s a slight twinkle in Jerico’s eye, and I know he misses this life on occasion.
“Where’s Trista?” I ask as I look around.
Jerico picks up his whiskey from the bar, takes a sip, and replies, “On her way here. Where’s Bodie?”
I grin. Clearly Kynan’s been filling him in on more than just how the operation went. “Kynan’s been blabbing, huh?”
“I admit I heard about the infamous pregnancy announcement you made at Kynan’s party a couple of weeks ago and how you also kissed him after. But even if I hadn’t known that, I would have figured it out during the competition you had with Sal. Bodie paced all around with worry during each contest. It was written all over his face.”
“Ironic he’s in The Apartment right now playing poker,” I say with a small smile, swishing my ginger ale around in my glass. I take another small sip. “He sort of wears his heart on his sleeve.”
“Sounds like that bothers you,” Jerico observes thoughtfully.
I’ve known Jerico a long time. Over ten years since I came to work at Jameson, the company he founded. We’re friends, but not overly tight. Still, he’s perceptive and doesn’t have any stake in Jameson anymore. He could be a sounding board for me, because I’m finding myself having mixed feelings on practically everything.
“When the pirates were approaching, Bodie didn’t want me up there. Said he would worry about me too much, and it would make him ineffective,” I tell Jerico.
Jerico shrugs. “So?”
“So, I’m pregnant with his baby, currently fucking him exclusively, and he’s developing feelings for me. This spells disaster.”
“Have you two agreed this was just casual?” he asks with concern on his face.
“We have,” I say with a nod. “But can it really be casual when there’s a baby involved?”
Jerico takes another sip of his drink. When he sets it down, he leans in toward me. “Okay, no bullshitting me, Rachel… everyone knows you’re pregnant and it’s Bodie’s, but I haven’t heard what the game plan is. Are y’all going to raise the baby together?”
Clearly, Kynan has kept some things secret.
I give a shake of my head, and the fact I can’t look at him when I do that seems to suggest to me that I must have some shame in my decision.
“So, what are you two going to do?” he asks curiously. There’s no condemnation in his tone, so I look back to him.
“I um… I’m just not ready to be a mom at this stage in my life,” I tell him softly. “Bodie though… he wants the baby. I agreed to carry it for him, and well… I think he’s going to go back home to Nebraska, so his parents can help. Clearly, he couldn’t stay here and do this type of work as a single dad.”
“It would be tough,” Jerico concurs, his gaze traveling slowly down my front to land on my belly. I lower my face so I can see what has his attention, and I’m stunned to see my hand resting on my stomach, rubbing in gentle, wide circles.
A loving caress right over where my abdomen will soon start extending. I’m already feeling like my pants are a bit tight on me, so I kind of expect any day now to wake up with a baby bump.
My hand falls away. I’m startled by the realization I was doing that subconsciously. I look up to Jerico guiltily, and I see it written all over his face.
Your brain might be saying you’re not ready to be a mom, but your heart may have some different ideas.
Fuck.
Just fuck.
No.
Fuck, I can’t even think like that.
I set the ginger ale I’d been holding with my other hand down and give him a tight smile. “Well, I better go find Bodie. I’m sure he’s wondering where I am.”
“Of course,” Jerico says with a gallant nod of his head. “Enjoy yourself tonight.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I reply a little too rambunctiously, and Jerico snorts.
I turn away from him, tingles already settling in between my legs at the prospect of being with Bodie soon. I stop, though, when Jerico calls out my name.
Looking over my shoulder at him, I raise an eyebrow.
“If you want to talk it through and need an impartial sounding board, I’ve got your back. No judgments here.”
This time, my smile is generous and grateful. “Thanks, Jerico. That means a lot.”
Because one of the things that has been giving me trouble lately is how others are going to view me when it comes to light that I’m giving the baby to Bodie. I’m going to be vilified, I know. How could a woman—a mother—give her child up when she’s perfectly capable of raising it herself?
At least, that’s the question I keep asking myself several times a day. How can I do this?
How will I be able to live with myself after? Will the regrets destroy me? Will my actions destroy my child?
My head swims with the damage that could be done by one decision I’ve made.
I give a mental shake, forcing those thoughts away. They have no place in The Wicked Horse. This club is about forgetting reality for a bit and immersing in fantasy.
That is what I’m going to do with the one man who is rocking my world so hard I’m not sure I even recognize it anymore.
I get my swagger back, strutting from The Social Room to the hub just outside the doors. From there, I can take a number of hallways leading to the different-themed rooms, but I choose the one that goes back to The Apartment.
The private club within a private club and where currently several members of the Jameson Group are all hanging out.
Bodie’s eyes come to me the minute I walk through the door, the bouncer standing there giving me a nod of recognition when I pass by his bulky form. My eyes stay on Bodie while I wind my way through some of the patrons standing around chatting. I sidestep a couple wildly kissing while the woman jacks the man off without a care in the world.
That’s what I want tonight.
Not a care in the world except for Bodie and feeling amazing pleasure at each other’s hands.
As I get closer, I go ahead and spare a glance at the other players. I bristle just slightly when I see Sal sitting there. Our relationship has been somewhat strained since I beat him at the hot-dog-eating contest, although I suspect it has something more to do with some underlying misogyny on his part. I also see Cage, Kara, and Merrit sitting there. The only one missing is Benji, but he doesn’t hang out here too much.
The poker table seats eight, and it’s filled. I don’t recognize the other three men who are playing, although one of them is making fuck-me eyes at Kara as she sits opposite him. She’s definitely getting laid tonight.
So am I for that matter.
Kara looks up to see me approaching from where she sits next to Bodie. Her face lights up, and she says, “About damn time you got here.”
I move around the table and come to stand beside Bodie’s chair. He pushes it back slightly and his arm comes around the back of my legs, pulling me in a little closer so I’m leaning on the side of his seat. I can see his poker hand, and it sucks. I watch as the betting goes around the table.
I’m not really paying attention, though. I’m having a tough time with it when Bodie’s hand spreads wide on my outer thigh, and he strokes lightly up and down. I rest my hand on his shoulder, leaning into him a bit further.
His hand moves to the back of my thigh before slipping in between. I go still as his hand moves higher. Bodie sucks in his breath slightly when he realizes I’m not wearing panties, and I get dizzy when his fingers prod at my slick entrance.
Lightly grazing his fingers through my swollen lips, he studies his cards and jokes with the other players as the betting goes higher with each person. How in the hell he can carry on conversation is beyond me, because I can barely even think straight.
I lean into him a little more, scooting my leg out to give him more access.
He doesn’t take it, though, making me crazy by the lazy movements of his fingers giving me no penetration or touch to my clit where I really need it.
When the betting gets to Kara, who is seated on the other side of Bodie, I’m startled when Bodie pushes a finger slowly into me. Had he gone fast and deep, I would have cried out and probably orgasmed, but as it is, he has me vibrating with the need for something more and I can barely breathe.
Kara places her bet, and all eyes turn to Bodie.
Perhaps to the casual observer, he just looks like a guy with his hand on perhaps his girl’s ass. Only I know that it’s deep between my legs with a single digit flexing gently inside me.
Bodie pretends to study his cards in contemplation for a moment, and I say pretend because he has nothing worth anything. He needs to fold.
But he doesn’t right away because he’s putting on a show for me. Slowly, he pulls the finger out and pushes it back in. I’m in danger of passing out because my lungs aren’t working. He pulls it out again, and then with flourish, he tosses his cards face down and says, “I’m out.”
He pushes two fingers back inside, all the way to the third knuckle, and it’s not gentle at all. I gasp, and finally my lungs are working. I suck air back in, not able to help the way my hips tilt to try to draw him in deeper.
Bodie likes my visible reaction. To my consternation, as well as my delight, he starts to finger fuck me right there at the table. I’m vaguely aware of the betting moving to the person on Bodie’s left, but mostly I’m aware I’ve got no control over my body.
With Bodie’s fingers pumping in and out of me, I can’t stop the circling of my hips or the tiny moans slithering up my throat and out of my mouth. Bodie’s free hand drops down to his lap, and he palms his erection through his jeans. I lift my face, lock my gaze on Merrit sitting across from me, and I flush with embarrassment when I realize he’s fully engaged in watching this spectacle.
My eyes go around the table, and I see that everyone’s watching.
“Oh, God,” I mutter. Yet, I don’t want it to stop. My hand clutches Bodie’s shoulder, gripping a hunk of his t-shirt tightly to hang on.
“I can’t fucking concentrate,” Cage says with a dark laugh, and my gaze snaps to his. He’s staring right between my legs, which are now spread—when did that happen?—and I realize he can clearly see what Bodie’s doing to me.
I’m torn between the need to come while all of these people watch Bodie destroy my resistance, and the need to run out of here in embarrassment because I’m letting him do it to me.
The decision is taken out of my hands when Bodie abruptly removes his hand and rises from his chair. He takes me by the hand and pulls me roughly around the table, walking swiftly toward the exit door.
“Get it, Bodie,” someone calls out from the table behind us. Sal maybe?
I have no clue where he’s taking me, but wherever it is, I hope it’s not far. We leave The Apartment, walk to the end of the hall, and then hang a left followed by an immediate right down the hall to The Silo.
My favorite room.
We don’t even make it to the interior once we enter, instead cutting down the back perimeter hall that leads to the entrances to the glassed-in room.
He pushes open the first door we come to, and I’m surprised to see a couple rolling on a silk-covered mattress. They’re partially dressed, so they must have just gotten started. There are a few people sitting on a couch in front of the glass wall looking in, idly sipping wine and talking while the action unfolds.
The couple raise their heads… a man and a woman who look to be in their mid-thirties. They smile at us in invitation, but Bodie shuts that shit down quickly.
“I’ll give you a thousand bucks each if you vacate this room immediately,” he growls.
Neither hesitate, rolling right off the mattress and gathering their discarded shirts.
Bodie reaches into his back pocket, and pulls his wallet out. He pulls a credit card out and hands it to the guy. “Go have some drinks at the bar on me. I’ll find you in a bit and make arrangements to get you paid.”
“You got it,” the guy says with a grin as he grabs the card in one hand and his woman in the other.
In moments, we’re left alone in the room.
I watch as Bodie walks confidently over to the glass wall. With a tug on a silk rope with a tassel, he closes the heavy gray curtains so no one can see in.
“Want privacy now, huh?” I ask as he turns to look at me.
“Gave enough of a show already,” he says as he walks back to me.
Stalks me rather.
I feel hunted, and it turns me on.
I’m not sure how it happens, but Bodie and I land on the mattress. His mouth is on me, his hands pulling at my clothes. Rolling around, we kiss, grope, and get naked. His hand goes back between my legs, and he hums low in his throat when he finds me just as wet for him.
He flips me on my back, spreading my legs by pushing his in between. Fisting his hard cock in one hand, he presses it to my pussy and starts to fill me up. I raise my legs, spreading myself further, and my hands go to his chest for leverage. I tilt my hips to suck him in, and in a fluidly beautiful move, he’s got his pelvis pressed to mine.
Bodie then does something so sweetly intimate. He lays his body fully on mine, pressing his weight down onto me. His hands come to mine, fingers intertwining, and he raises my arms above my head.
I get a soft kiss from him, then he nuzzles my neck as he starts to move slowly inside of me. My hands grip his tight as I lock my ankles at his lower back. His back hunches slightly so he can get a better angle, and then he’s driving into me with slow strokes that go impossibly deep. After he plunges to the hilt, he grinds against me and my clit becomes absolutely engorged.
It takes no time at all before I’m hovering on the brink in pure ecstasy. Bodie’s movements never get faster, but instead become more deliberate. A slow fucking meant to consume us both. His breath is hot against my neck as he whispers, “Want you to come for me, Rachel.”
My name crosses his lips as he punches his hips deep, and I splinter apart with a hoarse cry of abandonment. Bodie groans in appreciation, goes still inside of me, and then lifts his head up to stare at me while he orgasms.
The veins stick out in his temples, and the muscles in his throat go tight as he shudders in my arms. He keeps his eyes locked onto me the entire time he releases in me, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt closer to a human being in my life.
When he’s empty, Bodie drops his forehead to mine. “Fuck, that was good.”
“The best,” I murmur in reply as my fingers play gently with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Was that awkward in The Apartment?” he asks, lifting so I can look into his eyes again.
“You mean you finger fucking me in front of our coworkers?” I ask with a grin. “Yeah… a little. I mean, no one in Jameson has ever fucked around before and in such a public manner.”
“Yet, we’ve all watched each other fuck here in the club,” he points out.
“I know. And there was a small part of me that was totally turned on by it.”
“Me too.” He chuckles and then presses another kiss onto my mouth. “Interested in going another round in here?”
“In this room?” I ask for clarification.
“No,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye. “The room with the stocks. I’d like to lock you up in it, and let you suck my dick a little. You give the best head, Hart.”
I laugh and lift my head to give him a quick kiss in return. “Deal.”
“Actually, I really want to fuck you while you’re locked in the stocks,” he says with an almost menacing smile that causes my belly to flutter in anticipation. “Best way to spank your ass hard, which I know you happen to like.”
I groan at the same time I push him off me. He’s right. I like that a lot, and I’d like to go do that like right now.
Bodie laughs at my impatience as we roll off the mattress and gather our clothes. We don’t bother putting them on as we’re just going down two rooms.
It’s turning out to be a perfect night here at The Wicked Horse.