Page 39 of Claiming Atlas
“Wait.” Kayla drops my hand.
I turn around; did she change her mind that quickly? God, this chick is killing me.
She smirks, then motions toward her friends. “I should probably say goodbye.”
I look at her circle of friends in the booth. They’ve stopped what they’re doing and all eyes watch me. I’m sure as hell supposed to be used to this, but somehow I feel like I’m suddenly under a microscope. I drink from the champagne bottle for a distraction, then look at Red and nod toward the door.
He nods and heads out to find the best exit.
I look back into the booth as Kayla leans down to hug one of her girlfriends, and I focus on her ass. I’m going to fuck her silly tonight. I deserve it for how hard she’s made me work.
She turns around and I bring my gaze upward. She laughs, shaking her head as she leaves the booth. “Were you just checking out my ass?”
“Fuck yes I was.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t say anything.
She starts to head left toward the entrance, but I grab her hand, pulling her through the club. Red waits for us up ahead. People stare, a few call my name; I think I see flashes go off as we pass, but I don’t give a shit what they post. Atlas Reynolds with another random chick is nothing different, and not newsworthy in the slightest. I glance back at her quickly. If they knew she was Kincaid Summers, things might take a different turn, but even I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.
I take her hand and lead her to a long corridor in the back, then follow Red as he exits through an inconspicuous black door in the back. I pull her through a busy kitchen, ducking past angry staff and dodging people who try to stop us as we make our way through.
We finally slip out into an empty hallway of the casino, and when the door closes behind us, I spin around to face her.
Her laughter stops and she swallows hard, then leans her head back against the wall, looking down at me with eyes as hungry as mine must be. I’m always fucking someone, but there’s something about this chick that makes me want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck. Maybe it’s those perfect tits she hides underneath a sweater like she’s conservative when I think she’s anything but.
Maybe it’s the way she looks at me with those hungry brown eyes.
Maybe it’s the way she turned me down at first, playing hard to get and driving me wild.
Maybe it’s the fact that she’s Kincaid fucking Summers, and I’ve been wanting to get a taste of her for years.
But does the why really matter when she’s standing in front of me, waiting for me to make her mine?
Even for just one night?
Red clears his throat.
Closing my eyes on a long blink, I groan. Fucking cock block. “Where’s the car?”
I look over as Red points down a long hallway. “Right out there.”
“Cool. We’re right behind you.”
Red nods, then starts his slow waddle down the hallway.
I step forward and lean into Kayla, bringing my lips to her throat and inhaling deeply as I gently pull her skin into my mouth, careful not to leave a mark. I trail my lips up her neck to her jawline, then kiss my way to her mouth. Her breathing increases as I grip her hips, pressing my cock between her legs. Her mouth opens up to me, greedily taking control of the movements of our lips, our tongues.
I slide my hand beneath her sweater and cup one perfect tit in my hand. As I massage the nipple, easing the tip into a hard little peak, I suck her tongue into my mouth and she whimpers.
I pull back, holding her gaze as I continue to tease her nipple.
Her eyelids are heavy as she looks at me, and when she licks her lips, it’s all I can do not to fuck her right here in the casino hallway.
“Get a room,” some drunk guy says as he passes. His girlfriend giggles and I’m half tempted to turn around and let them see who I am. See if she giggles then.
Instead, I smile. Watching Kayla’s cheeks flush might be better than anything I’ve seen in a while.
“Where to now?” she asks, a little breathless.
