King of Wrath (Lords of Las Vegas #3)

Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Nia

I wake with the first rays of the sun, Jake’s hand stroking down my spine. “Did you sleep?” I ask, lifting my sleepy gaze to his.

“Enough,” he murmurs and then drops a kiss into my hair.

“Enough?” I ask, pushing even further up to meet his gaze again. “How long is that? How long have you been awake?”

“An hour?”

“What have you been doing?”

“Watching you sleep,” he gives me that half grin that always makes me crazy hectic inside.

But it’s the words that really twist up my insides. “Watching me sleep? Why?”

“You’re so beautiful, Nia,” he answers, lifting his hand to skim his fingers down my cheek. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I say with a smile. “Maybe you’re mine.”

“Oh, I am,” he rolls us both until he’s on top of me. “I told you. I am your soldier, sweetheart.”

I wrap my hands around his neck, our mouths crashing together as our legs tangle. I love this part. All right, fine, I love all the parts when it comes to Jake. But this intimacy of skin against skin, of the way the hair on his chest feels, the rough skin of his hands…

It’s intoxicating. And before I know it, my breath is coming out in jagged little bursts.

My legs have come around his waist and his cock is pressing into me. I roll my hips, allowing him to sink in a little deeper as we both groan.

But he pulls back out. I give a small cry of protest.

He only laughs. “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m going to give you what you want. But I think you might be ready to try something new?”

Excitement pulses through me. “What kind of new?”

But before he answers, he flips me onto my belly, settling between my legs.

I open for him, so ready for whatever he’s got in mind. Jake grabs my hips, lifting my ass up as he sinks inside me.

It’s more of everything in this position and my eyes go wide as I look back over my shoulder at him.

One of his hands braces on the bed, as the other slides over my stomach and then between my legs, his middle finger pressing into my clit.

I buck against him, making his cock slide out an inch before he pushes back in. “You like that?”

“Yeah, Daddy.” My eyes close as he slowly starts to circle my clit before he pulls out, pushing back in at the same slow pace that drives me crazy.

The pleasure builds, my body his to tease and stroke.

His mouth comes to my neck, his lips, tongue and teeth nipping and sucking at my skin as he slowly picks up the pace.

My hands twist into the sheets, my ass in the air as my back arches so far back, I’m bent near in half.

Faster and higher we climb, the slap of our bodies only covered by the moans that I can’t keep in.

Everything we do is better than the last, and I hear myself start to beg. “More,” I gasp out. “Harder. ”

He makes a snarling, guttural groan as he pumps into me, my body so taut, I think I might break.

And then I do, screaming out my finish as I orgasm, my pussy gripping his cock like a vise.

Three more thrusts and he cums too, his roar echoing through the room.

I collapse onto the bed, sure that I won’t be able to move for a week.

So why do I ask the question, “What else have we not done?”

His forehead is pressed to my back, and I feel him shake his head. “Woman. You’re going to kill me.”

I reach back and give his ass a light slap. “Keep up.”

He snorts a laugh, but I feel his cock growing inside me again. Shit.

But instead of thrusting his hips, he pulls back, lifting me in his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower,” he answers. “We can discuss how I’m keeping up with you pressed against the shower wall.”

“Oh,” I gasp, my own body heating up.

It takes us close to an hour before we’re finally done in the shower.

By the time we’ve finished, I’m famished, but too satiated to move quickly.

Jake dries me off and then wraps me in a towel. “Luke and Roman went to get your clothes. I’m just going to find them and then we’ll get some breakfast.”

“Mmm,” I hum, his hands still on my body. He kisses my lips as he slings a towel around his hips and disappears from the bathroom. I follow, leaving the bathroom in time to see him open the bedroom door, two suitcases just outside.

“His and hers,” he says with a grin as he pulls first one and then the other into the bedroom.

My eyes widen. “Did your nephews pack my underwear?”

“Probably Roman,” Jake mutters, his smile disappearing. “Fucker is hellishly good with the details and usually very good at attending a lady’s needs. ”

“So it’s just me he doesn’t like?” That hurts. I’ve been part of a family that didn’t want me before. There is a part of me that thinks Roman doesn’t like me because…I’m not likable.

“It’s Toni he doesn’t like. Trust me, if he packed your stuff and agreed to help you, he’s on your side, Nia.”

I don’t argue as I open the larger case and find my clothes. Pulling out some jeans and a T-shirt, I quickly dress.

Sighing, I run a brush through my hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders. I’m so thrilled to be part of Jake’s life. But I wonder if these insecurities will ever disappear. I’m not just marrying a man but his family too.

I have this urge to speak with my sister. She’d know just how to handle all of this. “Jake?”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Can I talk to Jess?”

He gives me a soft smile. “Absolutely. Let’s get you breakfast and then Roman can make the call for you.”

Roman. Great.