CHAPTER 35
BLADE
Standing guard outside the elevator doors that opened up onto the floor of suites that had been assigned to us, I looked up when I heard the ding of the elevator. When the doors opened, Becky walked out.
Since I’d been assigned the duties of guarding Lucky’s door most of the time, I’d clashed several times with Becky. Lucky avoided her often, and I was left to listen to Becky’s incessant bitching about that fact.
“Let me guess,” she said, starting in on me right away. “Lucky doesn’t want any visitors.”
“Correct, ma’am,” I said, trying to remain professional, when the truth of the matter was that this woman was infuriatingly annoying. Sure, she was cute as a button, in a nerdy kind of way, but each time she opened her mouth, all of that cuteness went out the door. It wasn’t her voice, although it did occasionally rise to a crescendo that could break glass. It was her attitude. She was constantly ‘put out’, always bowing down to Lucky because she had no choice, and extremely vocal in her displeasure at the whole situation, especially the hiring of the Gods of Chaos.
She despised us. She judged us. She looked down on us.
All of these things were obvious, and she did nothing to hide her feelings.
“So you guys fucked up again today.”
She stood there staring me down, her arms crossed over her chest, like she was looking for a confrontation. She wouldn’t find that here.
“Apparently,” I replied.
“Where’s your vest?” she asked, her gaze raking over me. I bristled with anger. After having hot coffee spilled on me at breakfast earlier, I’d laid it on a chair and flat out walked out without it. I was so pissed at myself for it, even though I realized it right away. When I went back, it was gone. I wasn’t surprised, because the hotel was swarming with people, but what did surprise me was that some idiot thought he could get away with wearing a Gods of Chaos cut out in public. I’d mentioned it to Riot and he’d been cool about it, thankfully. He promised he’d have Grace send another one out to us by mail.
“Something happened to it,” I said. “I’m waiting for a new one.”
The less this woman knew about me the better. She already thought we were completely incompetent already - I wasn’t about to give her more ammunition.
She cocked her head and raked her eyes over me again, inspecting me like a piece of meat.
“You look different without it,” she whispered, squinting her eyes.
“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, you look almost…normal,” she replied, with surprise in her voice.
“I’m pretty fucking normal,” I barked, losing my cool for half a second before reining it in. “Sorry for my language.”
“I don’t care,” she said, with a dismissive wave. She looked up at me and bit her lip, smiling suddenly as she took a step towards me. “In fact, I like it when you talk rough.”
“Talk rough?” I replied, chuckling.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice lowering as she reached out and touched my arm. My eyes landed on her hand, watching with disbelief as she squeezed my bicep. “You’re strong, too, aren’t you?”
“Sure,” I replied, confusion clouding my brain.
“I bet you could just throw me around like a pillow, if you wanted to,” she said, flashing a coy smile up at me.
Abruptly, I grabbed her hand and pulled it from my skin, her fingertips sliding across me like a velvet rope.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I’m tired, Blade,” she said, exhaling. “Lucky is exhausting. She never listens. She goes against everything I suggest. I don’t even know why I’m here, she won’t let me do my job. If she didn’t pay me three times the average industry rate, I’d be gone.”
“She’s going through a rough time,” I said.
“A rough time? She’s in there banging one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen! If you ask me, she doesn’t have it so badly.”
“You think Ziggy’s hot?” I asked, raising an amused brow.
“Well, yeah, you all are, in your own ways.”
“You think I’m hot?” I asked, teasingly. Shit, what was I doing? The last thing this girl needed was to be flirting with me and the last thing I needed was to be flirting back, for fuck’s sake.
She replied with a slow nod, her big blue eyes turned up to me, staring out through her big, rimmed, nerd glasses.
“I never get to have any fun, Blade,” she said. “It’s all work. Even when it’s not, then I’m left wrangling Lucky to keep her from getting killed. Do you know she runs off all the time? In the middle of the night? Without telling anybody where she’s going?”
“That’s too bad,” I said, shifting my feet again, hoping the swelling I suddenly felt in my jeans would disappear quickly.
“It’s downright rude, and that’s not the only thing she does to me that’s rude.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I replied.
“Are you?” she asked, peering up at me. “Are you really?”
“Uh, sure,” I shrugged. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”
“You do?”
No, I didn’t. Of course not. I had no horse in this race. I was standing guard here because it was my job. I was also standing there listening to this little nerdy vixen complain because it’s my job. I had no choice in the matter.
“Sure,” I lied.
She closed the distance between us, raising on her tiptoes, her lips landing on my mine in an instant. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me down as I stood frozen with wide eyes while she pressed her lips against mine. She felt me resist and arched her back, her tiny, pert little breasts pushing up against me, her hard nipples raking against my thin t-shirt.
I tore my lips away, looking down at her with surprise.
“Becky!”
“I don’t care,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder. “Let Lucky catch us, who cares? Blade, I need fun, desperately. Please, won’t you give it to me?”
“Fun? What are you proposing?”
She pulled out a hotel card key and dangled it in front of my face.
“My room is just down the hall.”
“I can’t leave my post,” I said.
She looked over at the door and shook her head.
“It’s locked and they aren’t coming up for air anytime soon. Nobody will know. C’mon, Blade,” she said, batting her eyes at me and biting her lip again. “Please? You can be back in five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” I growled. There’s no way I would be finished with this girl in five minutes.
My cock was way ahead of me apparently, because as she reached down and gripped it, I hadn’t even realized exactly how hard it was.
But she knew.
She knew exactly what she was doing, too.
Without a word, she smiled and squeezed harder, then released me, turning and walking away towards her room, her hips swinging.
“Fuck,” I muttered, taking a step towards her, then stopping again.
I knew it was wrong.
I shouldn’t leave.
I certainly shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.
But my cock? It didn’t care about any of that.
It led me down the hall, into her room, and right into her bed.
Within seconds, our clothes disappeared in a flurry, and she was lying on the bed in front of me a picture of pure sex. Slowly, she opened her thighs, displaying the treasure hidden there.
I dove in.
Relishing in her every move, every moan, every delicious inch of writhing flesh and silky hair, I took my time devouring her, forgetting that this was supposed to be quick once I tasted just how sweet she was. With slow determination, I gave her every thing I had, until the juices were flowing from her like a fountain, her hips rising and falling, her moans echoing so loud I was sure they could be heard in the next suite.
When she came down, I lifted myself from my knees, my cock sinking into her like it was made to be there, the gasps that escaped from her luscious lips encouraging me to thrust harder and faster, until we were dancing together in a blissful song of passion and release, both of us exploding together, the pleasure rolling between us like waves of white, hot heat.
Her nails dug into my back, her thighs gripping my hips like a vice as I kissed her deeply, the blissful release slowly bringing us back to reality.
She pushed me off of her, taking a deep breath and smiling boldly at me.
“That hit the spot,” she said. “Thank you. You can go back to work now.”
Taken aback by her bluntness, I grabbed her hips and promptly sank myself back into her with one, smooth stroke. My lips crashed into hers again as she moaned into my mouth. I reached up, pulling her hair back, her eyes wide as she peered up at me in surprise.
“I’m not done yet,” I growled, slamming into her again and again.