Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) by Marie York Read Free Book Online

“Here.”
    The roar of my truck came up behind us, and I casually pulled my hand out, dipping it into my pants pocket. Mila’s eyes met mine, passion-filled, and crazed with lust. It was exactly how I wanted her.
    “Your keys, sir,” the valet said, and I turned with a smile.
    “Thank you.” I handed him the payment, plus an extra ten as Mila climbed into the truck.
    “Oh, thank you, sir. That is very kind,” the valet said when he looked down at the cash in his hand.
    “You’re welcome, buddy,” I said, patting him on the back as I took off toward the driver seat, my eyes solely stuck on Mila. She was shimmying in her seat, and had a mischievous grin on her lips. I hopped in, and went to put the truck in drive when my hand landed on red lace.
    I hooked my finger around the band and held up the thong. A smile tugged at my lips, and I glanced over at her.
    “They just get in the way,” she said with a shrug.
    I grabbed her thigh and spread her wide. I pulled onto the street as I lifted a finger to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, twirling around the tip, and then greedily taking it between her lips. She bobbed her head up and down, getting my finger wet and ready for her.
    I pulled it out, dragging it down her lips, as she slumped into the seat. I slid between her legs, pushing a finger into her wetness. Her body arched as she let out a sexy-as-hell moan. She licked her lips, and latched onto my arm. She rocked back and forth, and side to side, controlling her own pleasure.
    “That’s right, baby. Fuck my finger.”
    “Oh god!” she screamed out, her body moving faster and harder.
    Her head fell back, her body bucking toward release. I felt her muscles tighten and, just as she was about to come, I pulled out.
    “What…” Her breaths came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling with each one. “Are you doing?” she finally managed.
    “If you’re going to come, I want it to either be on my face or with my cock buried inside you.”
    “Then you better hurry up, and get us to where we’re going,” she said, still breathing heavy.
    “Your wish is my command,” I joked, as I pulled up to the black wrought iron gates that hid my house from the street. I hit the button that opened the gates, and drove up the long driveway to my six-car garage.
    “Holy shit,” Mila said, sitting up in her seat and looking out the window. “You really are fucking loaded.”
    I laughed as I watched her staring in awe.
    “You have a fucking basketball court!” she exclaimed.
    “Legal size.”
    “I’d expect nothing less,” she joked. “I bet you have an Olympic-sized swimming pool, too.”
    “How’d you know?”
    “Are you kidding me?! I was joking.”
    I winked. “Me too.”
    She swatted my shoulder. “You ass.”
    “I couldn’t help myself. I do have a pool, though, complete with a diving board and slide. You’re welcome to it any time you’d like.”
    I pulled into the garage between the Bentley and the Beemer then hopped out to open Mila’s door.
    “How many cars do you need?” Mila asked as she stepped down.
    “The Bentley was a gift. Sebastian bought it for me for my twenty-fifth birthday. The Beemer, too. He gave me that the next year for my twenty-sixth birthday.”
    “Wow, nice gifts,” Mila said, but I was already sick of talking. We had something we needed to finish. I hoisted her up, and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. I went right to the elevator that would bring us to the third floor where my bedroom was. “You have got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed as I stepped inside and pressed the up button.
    “Stick with me, baby. I’m full of surprises.”
    “You’re out of your mind is what you are.”
    “Only when it comes to you,” I growled, as I pressed her back to the wall of the elevator and captured her mouth with mine. She moaned as I slid my tongue past the crease, and she met me thrust for thrust.
    Her nails tangled in my hair as I ripped her shirt aside,