Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Never mind. You weren’t listening to us anyway.”
I rested my head on Kage’s shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. “If it’s not too soon, I’d just like to mention that I think I just earned it for a long time to come. Maybe forever.”
Kage leaned his head on mine and chuckled quietly.
“See?” Aaron said. “Bragging.”
I picked my head up off of Kage’s head long enough to give Aaron a black look. “You know, I liked you a lot better when you were a fucking mute.”
He huffed and stared out the window as the car hurtled through Vegas, taking us to God knows where. I didn’t care where we were going or what was going to happen to us when we got there. Kage and I were both alive, and at that moment, nothing else mattered.
Chapter 16
(JAMIE)
- Six Months Later -
KAGE and I were in our apartment in Vegas enjoying a relaxing night in— no drama, no fans, no nothing but the two of us. Just the way I liked it.
Ever since the night Santori died, Kage and I had been nothing but committed to each other and our future together. I guess it sort of freaked us out to realize we’d come that close to losing everything, including our lives. I’d finished my classes and moved in to the Alcazar. Steve was thrilled with that. Now it seemed like he was up in the penthouse almost daily, entertaining me with stories of his hot dates. I’d left my friends and family behind in Georgia, but the cool thing about being with a rich guy was that I could afford to go visit them whenever I liked, and we even had plans for a big reunion in Vegas in the near future.
Kage was busy trying to learn the nuances of keeping the hotel running smoothly, and I was helping in every way I could. Our hope was to get to where we were both running the hotel, and then Kage would do his UFC as well for as long as that lasted.
I was happy. Truly happy for the first time in my life. Kage was happy, too, though he was still working out his demons with a therapist. The loss of Dr. Tanner had been tough for him, especially since her body was never found, and he knew her family had never been able to get any closure. He understood better than anyone what that was like. But the new therapist was helping him, and he hardly ever had a bad dream or got depressed anymore. Hell, we were too busy to worry.
“Got something to show you,” Kage said, dropping onto the sofa beside me and flipping on the TV. He wasn’t wearing any clothes definitely raised my interest. “It comes on in exactly sixty seconds. Just enough time for you to get naked.”
I shot him a confused look. “What the heck are we watching? Did Aldo finally give you those tapes?”
“He did, as a matter of fact, but that’s not what we’re watching.”
“Have you seen the tapes?” I asked, shucking off my pants and standing in front of him in nothing but a t-shirt.
He reached out and grabbed my dick from beneath the edge of the shirt, working me up to full hardness in a matter of seconds. “I have seen the tapes.”
“And?”
He stroked me like only he knew how. “And you were fucking hot. I got to watch all over again how I deflowered your virgin ass. And now I want to do a reenactment.” He glanced excitedly up at the TV. Oh, here it comes. Come sit on my lap and let’s watch it together.”
I glanced at his dick, noticing that it appeared to be already lubed up and slick. “You came prepared?”
He nodded as I slipped my t-shirt over my head and settled onto his lap. He helped to work me onto his waiting cock, and I groaned loudly as I sank down and it filled me up. “Wow, this brings a whole new meaning to TV time around here. I think I feel a Friends marathon coming on.”
“Friends?” he asked.
I shrugged. “They have a lot of seasons.”
He laughed. “Well, this is much better than Friends, I assure you. Just watch.”
He reached around and started to stroke my dick as the show started. I bit my lip and planned on not paying attention. But when I saw what was on the TV, I changed my mind. On screen, Kage sat on a cream colored sofa in a well decorated living room set. He was wearing the same outfit he’d worn the night we met— that sinfully expensive suit that hugged his body like a second skin. The black jacket was tossed carelessly over the back of the sofa, no tie, and the top button of his white shirt was loose.