Page 73 of Bully

Chapter 29 – Tamen

“Ihaveregrets.”Iyelledout over the music as Sloane tipped her head back and laughed loudly as she climbed up onto the bar. “So many regrets.”

“Oh, come on, cowboy.” She yelled, lifting the straw hat off her head and tipping it to me like in some old western before turning on her heel and shimmying for the loud crowd. “Live a little!”

I clenched my teeth to keep from ordering her off the bar as a loud thumping song switched over, making the crowd go wild as the bartenders all abandoned their drink making to join Sloane on the bar top.

As if it was something pre-rehearsed, all the women began dancing in sync to the tune, kicking their boots and stomping their heels in rhythm. Sloane was right in front of me as she moved back and forth over the sticky top, and even though every eye in the room was on her, she only looked at me as she danced.

She was perfection in her short white shorts and black tank top as she shimmied and shook her ass up and down for the crowd.

Part of me wanted to make her get down and stop displaying what was mine for everyone to see, but I knew better than that. If I made a show of trying to control her, she’d rebel.

And we were in Vegas.

Sloane would probably end up marrying an Elvis impersonator at some twenty-four-hour chapel just to spite me if I even tried. And we could have none of that. It wasn’t like we had talked about exclusivity or rules now that she ended up in bed with me every night after work, but the unspoken rule was obvious.

No one was going to touch what was mine.

Not after that moment on the jet on our way to Vegas. The moment that things shifted between us from good hearted sexual fun to something far, far deeper than I shared with any other human on earth.

We didn’t speak on it after that moment, but I knew we needed to at some point. She was mine, and I wasn’t letting go.

Her boss babe exterior didn’t fool me anymore either; my possessiveness over her turned her on. My wild and crazy Rainbow enjoyed being taken care of. She enjoyed running a show on her stage for everyone to watch, but when the lights went off and the curtain closed, she always came right back to me for more.

“Do we sell water in this bar?” One bartender screamed out from the bar top and the crowd erupted in cheers and boos alike. I glanced around and a few people made a fast exit away from the bar where they were fighting to get a drink just a moment ago. Other customers held their arms up in the air and opened their mouths, shaking their faces back and forth like they were waiting for something to fall from the sky.

What the fuck was wrong with this place?

All together, the crowd started chanting with the bartenders, and I looked up at Sloane as she jumped up and down, taking the soda gun nozzle from the original girl that created the frenzy. “Hell no H2O! Hell no H2O!”

Sloane’s mischievous grin made my stomach drop, seconds before she hit the button on the nozzle, spraying water out over the crowd, myself included, as everyone screamed and cheered.

“Bloody hell.” I grunted, pulling her feet off the bar as she laughed, tossing the nozzle to another girl as I threw her over my shoulder and pushed my way through the crowd. “This place should be shut down.” I cursed, finally breaking through the crowd and hitting the pavement outside as Sloane’s melodic giggle rang out in the dry desert air.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years!” She cheered, throwing her arms up in the air as I slid her down my front to let her stand on her own two feet. “I love Sin City!”

Onlookers hooted and cheered her on as the party lived on all around us, but I was ready to take her back to our hotel and stop sharing her with every other party goer in the city like I had been for the last six hours. She was drunk; I was in desperate need of a shower since I was pretty sure that was Sprite she just covered the bar with, and if I was lucky, I might get her to eat something before she started puking her brains out all over the ensuite.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I nodded, pulling her toward the curb and hailing a taxi. “You say that every five minutes.”

“You know what else I think, but don’t say every five minutes?” She purred, sliding between me and the cab as I desperately tried to get her inside.

“What’s that?” I played along, pushing a random lock of pink hair behind her ear as she grinned up at me through blurry eyes.

Her aura was pink as her cheery smile made my own try to form. Her happiness was infectious.

“I love your cock.” She giggled at the end. “More importantly, I love what you do to me with it.”

“Is that so?” I caged her in, forcing her to step down off the curb, getting her closer to the inside of the cab while distracting her. Her words were making me hard, but if I didn’t get her back to the hotel soon, both of us were going to be indecent in public, just for two very different reasons. “Be a good girl and get in the damn cab, and I’ll treat you like a goddess for the rest of the night with my cock.”

She giggled, and then moaned when she palmed me, finding me hard and ready for her. “Oh, the way I’m going to make you eat those words tonight, Mr. Duke.” I hesitated and frowned at her as she slid into the cab, looking up at me. “I hope you know, I chanced an incredibly awkward encounter with TSA, just for this reason.”

“Jesus Christ.” I cursed as she slid into the seat, leaving me to wonder exactly what kind of toys she loaded her suitcase with for this trip. “You’re going to be the death of me, Rainbow.”

“Will you help me with something?” Sloane called from the bedroom.

I was sitting on the couch, answering emails while she got dressed for dinner. It was our second day in Vegas, and today we had spent the entirety of our time in relaxation mode thanks to Sloane’s hangover from day one. Which was perfectly fine with me, actually. First, she tortured me by making me stay in bed until ten o’clock. My body hurt so bloody bad from laying there that long, that it was a good thing the next event on our schedule was the spa.

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