Chapter Nine
“Wow, this restaurant is really nice,” Presley said, looking around their opulent surroundings. From their table, they had a magnificent view of the fountains outside. “I’m crazy starving too.”
The manager had given them a voucher for their meal that Seth had thought was far too generous, but now that he’d seen the prices on the menu it made perfect sense. The tantalizing aromas wafting from the kitchen made his stomach growl softly, demanding to be fed.
“It is nice,” Seth agreed. “What do you think you’re going to have?”
After a quick discussion comparing the pros and cons of certain dishes, they ordered their meal and relaxed with a couple of drinks. Iced tea for Presley and a beer for him. Just one. He needed to stay sharp and aware.
As casually as possible he let his gaze wander the room, studying the other diners. Once again, he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but he’d know it when he saw it. That one person who stood out, but not for the usual reasons. Something out of place that didn’t make sense. He couldn’t quite let his guard down but he wanted Presley to have a good time. There was no reason they both needed to be stressed.
“I feel awful for that poor person in our room,” she shuddered and made a face. “But I guess it was our good fortune because now we’re eating in a swanky restaurant and we’ve been upgraded, too. How lucky can you get?”
Kind of an ironic declaration but then she didn’t know they were hiding from a madman that wanted to kill them both. Or maybe just her. Harbaugh hadn’t been all that clear on exactly who he wanted to murder but Seth was going to assume it was both of them. That wasn’t lucky in the least.
“We sure are lucky, sweetheart. And we have almost four days here. Have you thought about what you want to do and see? Looking back on it, we didn’t do much when we were here before.”
They’d been too busy getting married and then going straight to the honeymoon part of the trip.
Almost jumping out his chair, he felt her bare toes trail up his bare leg under his jeans. Thank goodness, the tablecloth covered that naughty gesture from onlookers.
“I was thinking Tilda had the right idea. Maybe I’ll keep you in bed the whole time.”
Then the little vixen gave him a wink that had him hard and ready. Just like that. He was past forty but he acted like a horny teenager whenever they were together. He could only hope their whole lives were like this.
And it made protecting her a hell of lot easier if they never left the room.
* * * *
Once in the elevator and on the way to their room, Seth was able to take a small breath of relief. They’d arrived alive and well and so far he hadn’t seen anything or anyone that made him suspicious. The whole operation had almost been blown wide open when Presley had spotted Griffin, but he must have ducked behind some other passengers because Seth hadn’t been able to see him in the crowd. He was grateful for the escort to the airport but now he was on his own.
When Seth did finally tell her what was going on she was going to kill him. Probably slowly and painfully, but he wasn’t going to apologize for wanting to protect his wife and unborn child. His family was far too precious to him. She’d just have to be mad. At least she’d be breathing while she hated him.
“This is fantastic,” Presley squealed as Seth pushed open the door to their room. Holy moly, she wasn’t kidding. When the manager said they were upgraded he hadn’t been kidding. “Oh my God, there’s a jetted tub in the bathroom.”
Seth had only seen hotel rooms like this on television.
The suite had an expansive living room with a large television on one wall, a wet bar opposite, and sunken lounging area in between. There was a dark oak dining table near the floor to ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the Las Vegas skyline that had to be even more impressive at night.
The bedroom had a large king-sized bed, a second flat screen television, two oversized chairs, and an equally amazing view. The bathroom was all shiny marble and gold, and almost as big as the sheriff’s station with a tub that had Presley grinning from ear to ear. Seeing how happy she was made him feel a little guilty that he hadn’t swept her off for a second honeymoon long before this. They needed a getaway and as soon as Harbaugh was behind bars he was going to take her on one. A real one. No killers allowed.
“I see you really like that tub,” Seth said, wrestling their luggage onto the rack in the closet. “Someday when we redo the bathroom at home we’ll have to install one.”
Presley stuck her head out of the bathroom. “How old will we be when that happens? Will I be like Tilda and too old to get in and out of the tub?”
She was busting his balls.
“Are you suggesting that I procrastinate about household projects?”
Presley snorted, turning the water on full blast. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m saying it straight out. Your honey-do list gets lots of items added to it but I never see anything checked off.”
That wasn’t true. He’d finished a project…when was that again? Okay, maybe it had been awhile.
“I’m going to get to all of that as soon as I can.”
“I know, babe.” Presley kicked off her shoes and they landed in a spot by the television. “I feel so…dirty. Want to wash my back?”
She didn’t wait for his answer, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it away before her fingers began working on the button of her jeans.
Damn, she was sexy. And goddamn beautiful. His mouth went dry as she stripped off her bra, revealing her two perfect breasts. A little fuller than before the children, but with the same pink nipples he loved to feel in his mouth. He’d always thought that after a few years of marriage the lust would die out, replaced by a more sedate affection. He was tired sometimes and they didn’t do it as much as they used to, but he still desired Presley as much as he had at the beginning. Hell, more because when they did make love it was special.
Somehow she’d figured out the jets easily and the water swirled around her form as she lowered herself into the steaming water. Crooking a finger at him, she beckoned him closer like Eve tempting Adam with an apple.
“Are you going to join me?”
The safest place for Presley was right in the room. Fuck yes, he was going to join her. Then he’d keep her here for the next four days. Pretty much exactly like their honeymoon. Tilda had been thinking just right.
* * * *
Seth almost tripped on his pants as he struggled to step out of them, requiring Presley to hide her giggle at his clumsy haste. He was anxious and honestly, so was she. She’d eyed these fancy bathtubs in magazines for a long time, fantasizing about how she and Seth would play in them if they had one but never thinking they’d find it in Las Vegas. Sin City. She should have known. Sin sounded pretty good right now. Her sexy as hell husband had brought her on a romantic getaway for just the two of them and she was going to enjoy every single minute of it.
And every single inch of Seth.
His body was like a work of art, all firm muscles with dips and planes that her hands itched to explore. Wide shoulders, flat abs, powerful thighs, and a tight, cute butt that made her want to give an animalistic growl and bite one of those ass cheeks, all sculpted from helping his family on the ranch and doing manual labor out in the yard. She was sure Seth had never had a gym membership in his life, although he might have lifted weights in his youth when he’d played football.
A few drops of water splashed out of the tub when he stepped in but she had a feeling it was simply the first of a cascade that was going to baptize the floor before this little assignation was over. She made a mental note to tip the maid well.
Seth started to kneel down but she reached up and stopped him, pointing to the large rim of the bathtub. The way the tub was situated on a platform there was plenty of room for him to sit down and be comfortable. He folded a towel and rested on it as she pushed his legs apart, insinuating herself between them and closer to her goal. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue around his flat male nipple, drawing a ragged groan from his lips before performing the same act on its twin. Just listening to the sounds of his pleasure sent a tingle of anticipation up her spine.
Scraping her fingernails lightly down his ribcage, she felt him shudder under her ministrations as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his ridged abdomen. Her tongue found the silky treasure trail under his belly button and she followed it as his cock pressed insistently against her. For a moment she thought about teasing him a little but he was already far too worked up. It could have been his arousal or the heat from the bathtub but his face was slightly reddish and shiny with moisture.
Bending farther down and careful not to slip in the swirling water, she took a long lick of his cock from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head a few times. Seth cursed under his breath and then leaned back, bracing himself with his hands as she took him into her mouth, keeping her lips tight and sliding down as far as she could take him until he bumped the back of her throat. His reaction made her feel powerful and sexy, knowing that she could give him this.
She had his complete and undivided attention.
Working her lips up and down his shaft as deeply as she could take him, she let her fingertips caress the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh near his groin. That was a special “spot” that always sent him over the edge. It only took a few minutes to have him gasping and groaning, completely at her mercy.
His hand cupped her cheek and he pulled her off of his cock with a pop. “Easy, honey. I want to fuck you hard and deep first.”
Such a romantic rascal but they’d learned she had a kink for dirty talk, and although Seth wasn’t the most loquacious man in the bedroom, he often indulged her less than pure quirk. He had a gift for it too, despite being such a fine, upstanding pillar of the community. He could be one filthy boy.
Looking up at him from under her lashes, she gave him one last lick with her tongue, feeling him shudder in return. “How do you want me, handsome?”
Full of trust, Presley placed the control of their lovemaking fully into Seth’s capable hands. With all the things she needed to do and remember each day, it was sometimes so wonderful to just sit back and let him drive. Let him take the lead and make the decisions while she relaxed and luxuriated in the pleasure.
“I think I’ll take you from behind, pretty girl.”
Shifting from where he was sitting, he arranged her so she was kneeling in the bathtub, her elbows resting on the padding of the towel and a water jet hitting her clit. She was going to go off like a rocket with or without him.
But it would be so much better when he was inside of her.
His cock nudged at her entrance, pressing in and then retreating, just teasing her a little. Presley tried to push back against him to impale herself but received a hard, wet smack on her ass for her trouble. Heat swept through her veins and she wriggled her bottom, hoping for another. She couldn’t see it but there had to be a nice red handprint on one of the cheeks.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, babe. Let’s make this last.”
That statement was a joke because she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was just as close to blowing as she was. That evil jet was sending a steady stream of fizzy water right to her swollen and sensitive clit and a bar of arousal had already taken up residence in her abdomen, growing steadily with every touch from her husband. Breathing and coherent thought were becoming increasingly difficult and if he didn’t fuck her soon she was going to do something drastic.
“You are such an asshole,” she hissed as he pulled out again but he simply laughed and then thrust in to the hilt, making her cry out and arch her back at the sheer beauty of being so wonderfully full. No one had ever filled her the way Seth did. Their joining was perfection.
That thrust also made her shift and that devilish jet hit her at just the right angle and her channel clamped down on his cock as a mini-orgasm swept through her body, making her toes curl and her lids flutter shut.
“Jesus, woman,” Seth swore. “That almost killed me.”
The heat from the steamy water rose into the air, the warmth wrapping around her and keeping the chill away from her exposed flesh. Resting her head on the towel, her body still humming from her first climax, she surrendered completely to the pleasure, giving herself over to Seth’s skillful touch.
His fingers reached under her to pluck at her rock hard nipples while his cock slid in and out, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the tile walls. His grunts mingled with her moans of approval as every stroke rubbed all the sweet spots inside of her. The jet worked its magic on her clit as he fucked her hard and fast and she was on the precipice, dangling on the side and ready to go over any minute. Her knees shook under the churning water and she would have collapsed if Seth hadn’t had an arm wrapped around her waist.
She just needed…something…but she didn’t know what it was. Luckily Seth knew her trembling body as well or better than she did. Lifting her torso so her back was flat against his chest, his hands covered her breasts, pinching the nipples hard while his teeth nipped at the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Come all over my cock, baby. You know you want to. Scream my name when you do so the neighbors know who’s balls deep inside of you.”
It was the dirty talk that did it, although he’d also shifted her to a different angle for the jets and that had probably helped too. Her orgasm exploded inside of her like a band playing “The Star Spangled Banner” while multi-colored fireworks blazed in the sky overhead. She did indeed call Seth’s name more than once and she heard his own grunt as he too reached his peak, his hands tightening on her skin. She might have a few love bruises to show off tomorrow. Seth would be marked by her nails as well.
Well worth it.
As they came down from their high, she began to giggle as he rearranged her so that they were lying in the tub, her back to his front. Playful and happy after his orgasm, Seth pressed light baby kisses to her cheeks and eyes before pulling her in for a long, slow kiss. The kind where he tried to say everything he was feeling without saying a word. She kissed him back the same way.
I can hear you, Seth, and I love you too.