Chapter Thirty

Rob

“I'm dead serious,” I say. “This is totally happening.”

Harper laughs and shakes her head. We're standing in the shower in my bedroom, the warm water cascading down over us. Clouds of steam billow around, making it almost a steam room. Our arms are wrapped around one another and our bodies are pressed close.

I can't get enough of Harper and she seems to be as insatiable as I am. Just being this close to her stirs the desire within me again and I can feel my cock already getting hard. But I do my best to stave off the urges – at least for now.

We have plans to make.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she says.

I shake my head. “Nope,” I say. “I'm serious as a heart attack. We're doing this.”

“Oh, I don't know,” she says. “I may need to check my social calendar first.”

“Is that right?”

She squeals and giggles when I give her ass a firm slap. Harper is unlike any woman I've ever known and I find myself wanting more and more of her. When I'm with her, I feel like I'm free to be me. That I don't have to project an image or hold myself a certain way. I don't have to be Roberto Rossi, the iron-tough businessman. I can just be Rob. And that's okay. That's enough.

I kiss her deeply, passionately, putting every ounce of how I feel about her into that kiss. Her body melts against mine and our kiss grows in intensity and heat. I have to pull myself away for a moment and laugh as I gather my thoughts.

“How is your social calendar looking now?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Oh, I might be able to squeeze you in.”

“You better,” I say.

“So, you're good with this?”

She looks at me, her smile lighting up the room, and nods enthusiastically. “I am,” she says. “And I'm super excited.”

“Excellent,” I say. “I'll get everything in the works then.”

I jump out of the shower and towel off quickly. I wrap the towel around my waist and head into my bedroom where I grab my cell phone and make a few quick calls, getting everything arranged. When I hang up after making the final call, I turn around and see Harper standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the jamb.

The shaft of golden sunlight rains down over her naked body through the skylight and makes me pause to admire her. With smooth, soft skin that glows and hair that shines like gold beneath the stream of natural light, she looks like an angel. Those urges, I'm trying so hard to contain, flare up like a wildfire – one that I don't think I'll be able to contain.

She languidly crosses the room, her eyes never leaving mine. And when she gets to me, she traces her fingertips across my chest, sending a shiver through my body.

“So?” she asks. “What's the story?”

Her voice snaps me out of my reverie and brings me back to the here and now.

“Yeah,” I say, clearing my throat. “We've got about two hours to get to the airport.”

“Oh, good,” she says as she slides her hands down my body. “Then we have a little bit of time.”

“A little bit,” I say, my voice growing more husky by the moment. “But probably not much.”

She shrugs. “We only need a little bit.”

She pulls my towel off and lets it fall to the floor, smiling as she looks at my cock – which is already standing at attention for her. She locks eyes with me and drops to her knees quickly. Gripping the base of my cock with her hand, she starts to stroke me as she runs her tongue around the head of my rod.

I shudder and let out a moan as she slips the head of my dick between her lips, still swirling her tongue around me. She starts to bob her head up and down, sucking and jerking me at the same time. I moan loudly as I tangle my fingers in her hair, giving it a firm pull.

Harper continues to work her hand and mouth in rhythm with each other, shockwaves of ecstasy shooting through me.

“Jesus, baby,” I gasp.

She tightens her hand and her lips around me, sucking and stroking me with a vengeance. I feel the pressure building up within me and feel my balls growing tighter. If she keeps this up, she's going to make me fill her mouth.

But, I want more. I need more.

I help her to her feet and she looks at me, giving me a salacious little smile. I grab a condom out of my nightstand and quickly put it on. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pull Harper to me and kiss her, putting every ounce of feeling I have for her behind it. She looks flushed and lightheaded when I step back and give her a smile.

Turning her around I bend her over the bed. She looks back at me over her shoulder, the desire in her eyes burning bright. I run my hands over her amazingly perfect ass, relishing the feel of the soft, smooth skin. Her body is perfect in every way to me.

“I want you in me,” she purrs. “I need to feel you in me, baby.”

I step forward and oblige her, sliding my stiff prick deep into the warm, wet folds of her. Harper gasps out loud when I plunge myself deep inside of her, filling her up completely as I stretch her open. She's so warm and wet – and most of all, incredibly tight – that it's all I can do to not blow my load then and there.

Moving slowly, I set a smooth, easy rhythm as I rock my hips, driving my cock into her. Harper moans and calls my name softly as I pump myself into her over and over again. She pushes back against me, taking me even deeper into her and it unbelievably feels like she grows even tighter around my hard rod.

I reach up and grab a handful of her long hair, giving it a firm pull as I plunge my cock into her. She gasps and pushes back against me harder. I squeeze her ass, savoring the feel of her body. I start to pump myself into her harder, my need and desire fueling me. My rhythm gets faster and it makes Harper start to moan louder and with more urgency.

“Fuck, baby,” I call out, gritting my teeth.

She's so tight and feels so fucking amazing that I'm having a hard time holding off. I'm so caught up in the sensations that before I know it, I'm slamming my cock into her. And Harper is looking back at me, a dazed, rapturous look upon her face.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby,” she says. “You're going to make me come so fucking hard. Keep fucking me, baby.”

It's the first time I've ever heard Harper swear before and in that context, it drives me absolutely crazy. I'm a man who loves dirty talk, but hearing it coming out of Harper – a girl so sweet and innocent – it packs an even harder punch for me.

I lose my rhythm and feel my cock starting to pulse. I know that I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer, but I want to make sure Harper gets off. Wanting to make sure she's happy and satisfied is more important to me than my own pleasure – which is something of a first for me, really.

Pulling her hair, I plunge my cock as deep and hard as I can into Harper's warm, wet pussy. I feel her body shuddering and hear a strangled cry escape her lips. Her muscles are tensing and I know she's right there. On the brink.

Still pulling her hair, I drive myself into her again and again. And then the dam inside of her bursts. She cries out, calling my name, and then collapses face-first into the bedding. Her body is shaking hard and her cries are muffled by the comforter she has her face buried in. Her pussy is pulsing and tightening around my cock and as I slide myself into her one last time, I feel my own resolve crumble.

I throw my head back and cry out as I explode within her. My cock is throbbing and I feel the condom filling up with my warm spunk.

We stay joined together like that for another few moments as we get our breathing back under control. My cock eventually deflates and slips out of Harper. Slipping the condom off, I drop it in the trash can as she stands up and turns to me. I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her waist and give her a light kiss.

“Dirty talk?” I ask, my eyebrows raised. “And where did you learn that?”

She laughs, her eyes dancing with joy. “There are a few tricks in my bag,” she says. “I may have been a virgin, but I wasn't a nun, you know.”

“You are incorrigible,” I say.

“Count on it.”

“Oh, I am,” I say. “And I'm looking forward to it.”

~ooo000ooo~

“I can't believe you have your own plane,” she says, her voice tinged with awe.

I shrug. “It comes in handy from time to time.”

“Like for taking spontaneous trips to Las Vegas?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

I pull my Lamborghini to a stop on the tarmac of the airport and hand my keys off to the valet – a young dark-haired kid I haven't met before. His eyes light up when he looks at my Lambo – and I can only imagine what he's thinking.

“Yeah, if there's an extra mile on the odometer or I find a single scratch on my baby,” I say, glaring at him, “they're never going to find enough of your body parts to have a funeral. Believe me on that.”

His eyes grow wide and he nods quickly. “Of course,” he says. “Sir. Just over to the lot. No problem.”

He gingerly gets behind the wheel and creeps away, going about two miles an hour the whole way to the lot. Harper just laughs.

“You're kinda scary, sometimes,” she says.

“Was the glaring too much?” I ask. “I felt like it may have been a little bit over the top.”

“Oh, no,” she says. “The glaring was perfect. And hey, he might not think so, but you're kinda sexy when you're all scary like that.”

I laugh. “Developing a taste for the bad boys now, are you?”

She shrugs and gives me a flirty little smile. “Only the fake bad boys who have a golden heart.”

She gives me a peck on the lips as Miguel and Jack get out of the SUV they've been following us in. They walk on by and board the plane ahead of us – no doubt going over every inch of the plane, searching for bombs or ninjas who want to kill me hiding in the overhead compartments.

“Afternoon Mr. Rossi,” the captain says. “Last minute trip, huh?”

I nod. “Good afternoon, Captain Daniels. It is a last minute trip and I appreciate your availability,” I say. “It seems that the beautiful Ms. Wilkins here has never seen Vegas before. I thought we'd remedy that.”

The skycap gets our luggage out of the plane, setting it gently on a cart and wheeling it over toward the cargo hold.

“Oh, it's my pleasure, Mr. Rossi,” he says and then turns to Harper. “You're in for something then, Ms. Wilkins. Vegas is a – unique – city.”

I laugh. “That it is.”

“So, I've heard. I can hardly wait to see it,” she says, her smile gleaming brighter than the sun.

The captain tips his hat to us. “I'll see you on board.”

Harper gives him a smile and then looks at the sleek, black corporate jet with skeptical eyes – I can see the nervousness on her face. She's not used to flying.

“And you're sure this thing is safe?” she asks

“It's not just safer than those giant flying commercial cattle boats,” I say, “it's a hell of a lot more comfortable too.”

“I'm trusting you here,” she says, a nervous laugh escaping her.

“Would I ever steer you wrong?”

“You better not.”

I give her a mischievous little smile. “Think of it this way,” I say. “If I'm wrong and we crash and die, I'll never steer you wrong again.”

“Yeah, so not comforting,” she laughs.

Taking her hand, I lead her to the plane and help her up the steps. I follow her up and step into the cabin right behind her.

“Wow,” she says. “It's beautiful.”

The plane, like my house, is done in soft, earthy colors and dark woods. I figure I should be just as comfortable flying as I am at home, right?

“A lot different than the cattle boats, huh?” I ask, grinning at her.

“Oh, yeah,” she says.

Miguel and Jack are settled into seats at the rear of the plane and as I escort Harper down the aisle, I see Miguel flash me a little smile and a thumbs up. I grin and shake my head, getting Harper seated near the front of the plane.

I'd tried to convince Miguel and Jack that it's just a quick pop into Vegas and that I didn't need bodyguards. I told them to take a couple of days off, to go have some fun. They'd both flat out refused. And when I tried to ditch them by not telling them when I was leaving and scrapping the driver, opting to take the Lambo and drive us myself, they'd been ready for it.

By the time I got our bags into the car, got Harper loaded up, and we pulled out of the garage, Miguel and Jack were already in the SUV waiting. As I drove by, they were both smiling and laughing at me. At that point, all I could do was shake my head and accept the fact that they were coming with us.

Their loyalty and dedication to keeping me safe is admirable and honestly, I appreciate the hell out of it. And them. I never know if there's anybody out there gunning for me – some ghost from my father's past that at some point is going to rise up and take a shot at me. It seems more and more unlikely as each day passes, but I just never know.

Grudges are bitter and often run deep. Sometimes it takes a generation for some of these mob ties to peter out. Some never do. And my father made more enemies than I can even begin to count. He might be dead, but that bitterness and those grudges didn't necessarily die with him – not while I, the heir to his empire, is still drawing breath.

Meaning that these men – and everybody in my security detail – put their lives on the line for me each and every day. And the risk they take by working for me doesn't seem like something that can be repaid with a simple paycheck.

“You okay?” I ask Harper.

She smiles at me. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Can I get you anything before takeoff?”

She shakes her head as she buckles her seatbelt tight. “No, I'm fine,” she says, a slight tremor in her voice. “But, thank you.”

I sit down and buckle up myself, ready to get this show on the road.