CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TORI

THE SPECIAL NIGHT IN VEGAS

“ A ll right, big guy, we’re at the hotel.” My lips pressed against his cheek.

His brilliant gray eyes popped open. “Shit, I fell asleep again?”

“Yes, only twice in one night,” I snickered.

Brock climbed out from behind the steering wheel and stood near the front of the vehicle.

“Come on, let’s get upstairs.” I nodded toward the door.

Ritchie opened the rear door, stepped out, buttoned his suit jacket, then stretched his hand out for mine. My tongue slicked across my lips as I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach.

The unbuttoning and buttoning of the suit jacket every time was so fucking hot.

He stared down at me. “What’s that look for? You look like you want to fuck me right here in front of everyone?” he said with a thick Jersey accent.

Holding his gaze, I placed my hands on his pecs. “No, I’m just showing my appreciation for what’s all mine.”

A boyish smirk hit his lips. “Oh, yeah?” His big strong hand squeezed my waist.

Someone honked their horn. Guess we were holding up the valet line.

Ritchie pointed at the driver. “Hold your fucking horses.”

His gaze returned to me. “They can fucking wait,” he muttered before capturing my lips.

Once in our suite, Ritchie performed his sweep. The man would always ensure my safety first.

“How are you feeling, Tori?” Ritchie sauntered toward me.

The glow of the lights from the Vegas strip cascaded over our bodies.

“Honestly?”

His brows lowered. “Yes.”

“Pain whips through my back in waves every now and then. It’s from hitting the ground so hard this morning,” I admitted.

Ritchie scooped me up into his arms.

“You’re in no condition to carry me.”

Ritchie ignored my words and marched into the bedroom.

He gently placed me on the bed. I leaned up and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “I can take the pain...” My finger slid along his pecs. “...and the pleasure. I’ll be fine, Ritchie.”

His brows lowered. “I know you will because Sunday you’ll spend half the day in bed.”

I opened my mouth. He raised a finger. “Tori, I will too.”

“Ok and what about tonight?” I asked.

He shrugged out of his navy suit jacket and tossed it onto the nearby chair. “I’m in no shape to fuck you like the obsessed man I am, but I’ll give it my all. Tonight, let’s practice making a baby.”

My lips parted. “Ritchie...”

He silenced me with a passionate kiss, one that conveyed his desire for me. As we broke away, I slowly slid the thin spaghetti straps off my shoulders, feeling his intense gaze on my body. His gray eyes roamed over every inch of me.

Ritchie took a step back and kicked off his pricey brown wingtip shoes. He called out to his phone and commanded it to play a playlist. A slow ballad bellowed around the room.

Ritchie raised his hands over his head, snapping his fingers to the beat.

His lust filled piercing gray eyes held mine as he unbuttoned his crisp white dress shirt slowly. His muscled abs came into view. He wasn’t wearing a wife beater tonight. Probably because he had this special show planned just for me.

I giggled inside. His moves made me hornier, if that was possible. He rolled his hips and the bulge in his slacks was evident.

He grinned and gave me a sly wink, confident in his ability to captivate me.

I was entranced by my cocky man as he put on a private striptease just for me. It was far more exhilarating than any strip club experience with some random stranger.

Ritchie curled a hand around my throat and pulled me close as he circled his hips. His hard dick rubbed my pussy through my soaked panties.

I could get used to these exclusive dances. His tongue slid along my cheek as he slammed against my center, forcing a moan from my throat.

This man who almost died this morning, because of me, gave a hell of a performance.

His head dipped down to my chest, his hot breath tickling my skin. Ritchie plucked my breast from the dress, cupping it in his big hand. I felt his tongue trace over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.

He was exhausted and in pain, but he pushed through it because he knew we wouldn’t see each other for a while. I could tell he was giving it his all to please both of us.

The thought of being without Ritchie for two weeks filled me with sadness, but I didn’t want to show him how much it would hurt.

Was I taking advantage of him? Should I have asked him not to flip me onto all fours and bite my ass cheek?

I probably shouldn’t have let him do this. Drive me so crazy I was on the brink of an orgasm from the thrust of his hips.

My back was plastered to his chest as we rolled our hips to the beat of another popular ballad. He slipped his hand into my panties and rubbed two fingers over my clit. His long, thick fingers sent me over the top.

“Oh, fuck, Ritchie,” I purred as I came all over his hand.

He didn’t give me time to recover. Ritchie turned me to face him.

“Place your hand on my stomach,” he commanded.

Under his intense gaze, I felt a sense of importance. I had never experienced a man who didn’t want or need something from me. Because in the end, Daryl needed me to keep his secret. I focused hard on not letting my mind drift away from the moment. My lips traced a path down his chest while my hands explored his body. “Ritchie, you’re too good to me. What did I do to deserve you?”

His index finger brought my chin up until our eyes locked.

“I’m the lucky man. You sparked something inside of me that made me come alive. Made me realize that I deserve to be loved too,” he admitted.

I pushed his dress shirt down his muscled arms. “Ritchie, I need you inside of me now.” I pressed a bruising kiss to his lips.

His lips carried the lingering taste of whiskey, and his skin exuded a fresh scent of vanilla and sandalwood. The smell was so enticing, I couldn’t help but want to lose myself in his embrace. It was the most peaceful I had felt in a long time. I wouldn’t let the demons creep in and steal this beautiful moment from me.

Ritchie peeled the tiny dress off my body.

“Tori, you’re so beautiful. I’m so happy that you belong to me. I’ll always put myself in danger to keep you safe.”

A tear slid down my cheek. “Ritchie, I’m so sorry for what happened at the playhouse.”

He shook his head. “You’re my present and my future. I have complete confidence you’ll handle the number one problem in Chicago.”

His teeth clamped down on my neck, sending heat swirling in my belly. I didn’t know how to accept love because I didn’t know what it looked like. I’d learn. Because it was important that I’d be the best version of myself for me and Ritchie.

My fingers unfastened his slacks in record time. I shoved them down his muscled legs. His boxers could barely keep his hard dick constrained.

I flashed a devilish smirk. “Is all that dick for me?”

He chuckled. “Fuck yeah it is.” Ritchie placed his thumbs in his waistband and shoved them over his sculpted ass. His gigantic dick sprang to attention. Ritchie’s dick could salute me any time.

The light from the lamp on the opposite side of the room accentuated every contour of his well-defined abdominal muscles, his powerful thighs and legs, and the bulging veins in his muscular arms. He was like a statue carved from stone. As I slid my lacy panties down my thighs, I bit my lip before tossing them on the floor.

Ritchie pulled me closer to him, uncovering the bed with a tug of the blanket. He gently laid me down on the mattress.

He leaned over me, nipping at my lower lip. “Drop those legs open, beautiful. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

I did as I was told. “I’m so wet, Ritchie.”

My fingers caressed his jaw. “Give it to me.”

With one hand, Ritchie stroked his cock between us. Our eyes locked as he positioned himself at my entrance. As he entered me, I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and gasped, taking in every inch of his big dick.

My hips moved in circles, chasing after his dick and trying to get it to hit all the right spots inside me. The hunger for him was overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, Ritchie. Fuck me harder.”

He slid out of me and flipped me on all fours. Ritchie slammed into me again with a grunt.

“This good pussy’s all mine,” he growled.

My fingers curled in the sheets as Ritchie plowed into me again and again.

Then I felt empty.

I glanced over my shoulder.

He sat back on his calves, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. “You think you can take every inch of my dick?”

Was he holding back?

“I don’t know, but I’ll try.”

He hooked his forearms under my thighs and pulled my body against his chest.

“Hang on,” he ordered.

I curled an arm around his neck. His cock looked massive from this angle. Could I take him?

Ritchie slid up into my pussy. He delivered long, punishing strokes. Each one more mind blowing than the last. His cock repeatedly hit a bundle of nerves deep inside that made my toes curl.

“What the fuck?” I shouted.

Did he fuck every woman like this?

Don’t get in your head, Tori.

“Ritchie,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Our lovemaking was so incredible. I didn’t know sex could be so amazing.

“Tori, I never wanted a family before. I want it all with you,” he admitted.

My heart slammed against my ribcage at his words.

Ritchie didn’t stop, thrusting deeper and harder until I was seeing stars.

Another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. This pussy belongs to me,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yes, baby, it does,” I purred.

“Tori, baby, there’s no other woman I want. Only you.”

A smile curled my lips. This big, hulking man only wanted a life with me. I felt like a rock star, knowing I was the only woman who could capture his heart.

“Ritchie, I love you.” I pressed my lips into his.

“I love you too, Tori.”

He continued to thrust into me with intensity until I reached my climax, coating his cock in my juices once again.

With one final hard thrust, Ritchie came deep inside of me.

The sensations of his pulsating cock and our bodies pressed together overwhelmed all my senses. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting as we tried to catch our breath.

I relished the feeling of his dick still buried inside of me. As I traced my fingers along his arm, a sense of contentment washed over me. Until I remembered we wouldn’t see each other every day.

I’d have to wait two weeks to fuck my man again. That didn’t sit well with me. I’d have to pay my man a surprise visit. Right after I put his neighbor in her place. Which could be six feet under if she didn’t fucking listen to reason.