Tia
Tess had come into the hall and sat beside me. I lifted my head out of my knees and looked at her and she started to quietly cry. I hugged her and she clung to me until Nino and Tommy emerged from the room. Tommy’s face was bleeding. And there was blood on his tuxedo shirt. He held his hand out. I took it, got to my feet, and held it as we all walked out of there.
Things were eerily quiet on the limo ride back to the hotel. He and Nino sat there with a tub of baby wipes and wiped blood off calmly, as if they’d done this a hundred times.
We didn’t touch, he didn’t look at me. He stared out the window, his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped up on an armrest built into the door. I sat, my hands in my lap, the rest of me numb.
I was vaguely aware of soreness on my lips, likely from where that guy had smacked me in the mouth.
Nino and Will got out of the limo first, Nino taking a grocery bag filled with the used wipes with him.
“What’s going on?” Tess asked.
“Nino’s making sure we’re safe to go up.”
Nino was back a few minutes later, leading us inside.
Back inside the suite, Tommy said, “Get to sleep, if you can, girls.”
He kissed my mouth and then put his lips to my forehead and held me there for a second. He let go and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“I’m gonna check on Dex, Johnny, find out about everything. Go to bed. We’ll probably head home a few hours after we wake up.”
Tessa grabbed me and hugged me and then she hugged her brother.
“Thank you,” she said into his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. She wandered toward her bedroom.
Sarah poked her head out of one of the doors and by the look on her face I knew she could tell we hadn’t had your average night out.
“They’ve been in bed since 8:30. No worries, Tessie.” She looked to us, “You need anything, youze guys?”
“Naw, Sarah, go back to sleep,” Tommy said gently and walked to the kitchenette area and started washing his hands.
I turned and woodenly walked to our bedroom and shut the door. I went into the ensuite, stripped, took a fast shower, brushed my teeth, put on a nightie, and climbed into bed.
What a night.
What a horrible night.
God, I hated Vegas.
***
Tommy was climbing into bed. I’d been sleeping. I don’t know how, but I fell asleep almost the second my head hit the pillow. I had a moment of feeling immensely grateful as my eyes drooped and I knew I wouldn’t have to lie there for hours mulling over the events of the evening. I knew it’d come later but I was grateful for the temporary reprieve.
“Eyes on me while I fuck you,” he demanded and I gasped in fear as he’d startled me.
I opened my eyes and squinted against the brightness of the room. The bedroom lights were on.
He’d had a shower, I could smell the soap on him. He pulled me from my side to my back and he was on top of me, dragging the nightie over my head, mumbling something about my clothes.
He looked at me darkly. I groggily rubbed my eyes.
“Huh?”
He started rubbing between my legs. His mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked hard and then let go and looked into my eyes again.
My clit buzzed.
“I want your eyes on me, Tia.” His fingers circled my clit, making me go wet, and then he was guiding his cock to me. I looked into his eyes and my hands went to his shoulders.
By the look in his eyes I knew he needed me. The night we’d had? The fears? The stress? He needed me. I needed him, too. My husband, a man who murdered one and probably two men tonight was going to fuck me. Rough. My eyes fixed on my name on his chest. He loved me enough to put my name on his body, over his heart. He was moving to me as soon as that explosion happened. He was driven by his need to protect me.
My eyes moved from his chest to his eyes. He looked tense, like he was ready for me to fight and like he’d fight back if I tried to deny what he needed to take. But I didn’t want to deny him. I wanted to give him what he needed.
To say that I didn’t like the idea of murder was an understatement. I hated it. But Leo Denarda was responsible for that explosion and had people died? It sounded bad and the Fete cocktail lounge was such a mess that I suspected it had to have resulted in death or serious injuries at the very least. The place had been pretty wall-to-wall with people when Tess and I had gone to the bathroom.
I had seen people buried under rubble and some of them weren’t moving. Dex had been unconscious. We’d stepped over people who were unconscious or maybe dead. I’d seen at least a couple of people partly underneath rubble.
How many people had died because of Leo tonight? And Leo had hired someone to kidnap me. Tessa had already had to be rescued. She’d been raped and her body permanently marred, mutilated by that guy. And he definitely wanted Tommy dead; I had no doubt about that.
Tommy needed to kill Leo Denarda or order his death. That was for certain.
I hated that I’d been there. But I understood. And I hated that, too.
Tommy was moving inside me, looking into my eyes. I was looking right back into his. His expression was dark. It was also unapologetic. He was communicating with me right now, telling me that he did what he had to do.
I couldn’t pretend it didn’t bother me but I was going to be there for him. I cradled his jaw in my hand.
He was always trying to be here for me. Always. Rescuing me, protecting me, avenging me, avenging Tess, keeping us safe.
“I love you so much. Thank you for rescuing us tonight.”
“I love you, too.” He said the sweet words but his voice was not sweet, it was filled with something else, something that made him flex his jaw. He slowed his pace, going deep with each slow thrust of his hips. He kept my eyes locked with his while he put his thumb between my legs and to my clit, kept at it until I moaned in ecstasy, and then he groaned as he came inside of me, still not losing the edgy expression when he rolled away and ran his hands through his hair.
I thought we’d curl up together and fall asleep after that. I got up, went to the bathroom to clean up, and came back to bed but then he grabbed me and kissed me hungrily and then his lips moved down my body, kissing, licking, and nipping as he moved down between my legs.
“Not done with you yet.”
He dragged me downwards, devouring my pussy with his mouth and fingers, making me come again, my legs hooked over his shoulders, my fists clenching the bed sheets, his tongue in me, his mouth sucking hard, and his thumb in my ass.
He was so determined, like it was his sole quest in life to bring me to orgasm fast and he did, lightning fast. So, after my fast arrival at a climax, coming so hard that I was trying to pull away and he wasn’t stopping, I pleaded,
“Tommy, baby, too much!”
And then he was back up at eye level and moving inside of me again, again looking into my eyes, looking so angry. He was still feeling a lot of what he’d felt in that limo and then in that warehouse with blood on him and on the floor. I could smell the blood, it was still in my nostrils, in my lungs.
It was more than a little bit concerning that cutting Leo, watching him get his ass violated, and then either killing him or watching him die didn’t take his anger down all that far. Very concerning.
I started to drift after a while and then I felt his lips and fingers on my belly and then finally, I think he went to sleep.