BUY ME by Alexa Riley Read Free Book Online

speeds: fast and stop. What just happened? Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to orgasm? Then it clicks. ‘Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.’ I’d said that to them.
    The contract clearly states I’m always to be ready and willing. I’d just told them to stop. It dawns on me that I messed up. Crap. The silence is deafening, and I search for a way to make this better.
    Aaron pulls out his phone and feverishly starts typing away on it. I try to lean a little into Justin, but he jerks away. Shit. Is Aaron texting Samantha? Are they going to send me back and ask for a refund?
    “I’m sorry. I just—“
    Justin cuts me off. “We’re here.” The limo rolls to a stop, and I realize I wasn’t paying attention and don’t know where we are.
    “Mandy is waiting for us,” Aaron says, sliding the phone back into his pocket. Who the fuck is Mandy? Did he really just get someone else to take my place that fast because I said stop—a word that I didn’t really mean and they took the wrong way?
    “Good.” Justin unfolds himself from the limo, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to follow him after their comments.
    I get my answer when he promptly slams the limo door closed behind him. I couldn’t have followed him if I wanted to.
    “Aaron, I’m sorry. I messed up, I’ll be better. It’s just—” My words are cut off when he finally brings his eyes to mine. We just stare at each other, my apology caught in my throat. I feel the urge to cry and I don’t know why.
    “Put this on.” Justin now stands by the door he just slammed. I take the robe from him and slide it on. Then he hands me a pair of what look like hotel slippers and I quickly put them on. I’m thankful I don’t have to walk through this place completely naked. Aaron gets out on his side, slamming the door behind him, making me jump. I hate that everyone is so upset because of what I said.
    “Come,” Justin says, holding his hand out to me. I take it, and he pulls me from the limo. I see where we are. They’ve brought me their casino, the Cortez, its bright lights shining in the night.
    “Why didn’t we use the back entrance?” Aaron snaps at Justin. I’d rather use the back entrance too, if we can. I have no desire to walk through one of the nicest casinos in Vegas in a bathrobe and slippers. I probably, no, I take that back, I most definitely look like a whore who they hired for the night. I want to laugh at the accuracy.
    “The celebrity poker match is tonight, and they’re coming and going out of that entrance.” Justin’s reply is easy, as if his brother didn’t just snap at him.
    “Good call.”
    Aaron takes me by the arm, pulling me towards the entrance, while Justin shakes his head and walks on the other side of me. He makes no move to touch me, and suddenly I’m longing for it.
    I have to half-jog to keep up with Aaron, but Justin doesn’t seem to have the same problem. Their legs are nearly twice the length of mine, or at least it feels like that as I try to keep up with them. With his hand locked around my arm, it feels a little like I’m being dragged.
    The entrance doors slide open, the glass silently parting as we make our way through them. We head straight towards the casino, and I look around, feeling embarrassed. I’ve been here maybe a dozen times to pick up my father, but each time the place takes my breath away.
    Chandeliers seem to rain down everywhere, and everything is either made of glass or something that looks like a diamond. It’s breathtaking. The Cortez says classy and money without being gaudy or in your face. Everyone is dressed to match the ambience of the casino— women in evening dresses, and men in suits.
    This was a place I easily stood out in, and not in the way you would hope. As we make the long walk through the casino, multiple people try to stop and talk to either Aaron or Justin. They begin to approach, but quickly stop when the guys shoot them a stern look. Others just stare,