Her eyes stay on mine as she flicks her long, platinum ponytail over her suited shoulder, bending over and pulling open a filing cabinet. She pulls out a bright blue folder and then flings it at me.
“What’s this?” I prompt, flicking it open.
“That’s your next case. Or did you forget you’re running that base now?” She quirks her eyebrow.
Scanning over the profiles, I look up at her. “There are over twenty people in here.”
She nods. “Mmm-hmm. All twenty-seven of them need to meet the executioner.”
I slam it shut and slide the seat backward. “Was there anything else I needed to do for you?”
I scoff. “Not likely.” Then I turn and head out the glass doors of her office. The Beehive is situated in the heart of Las Vegas. It’s built out of all glass and is shaped—shocker—like a beehive. Every single office has its own window that overlooks the city and Ikea’s office sits at the very top.
Rufus jumps out of the Range Rover and pulls open my door for me before I slide into the back, loosening my suit jacket. He gets back into the driver’s seat, clearing his throat. “Everything good, boss?”
“No.”
“WE ARE GOING.”
“No, it’s not a good idea right now, babe,” Raze mutters, walking toward me and taking the bag out of my hands.
I close my eyes. “Raze… when is it ever a good time?” I open and look between his eyes. “So much shit has happened, and I have a feeling it’s far from over. So can we please just do one normal thing? Just one, until Christmas, because we have to celebrate Christmas.”
He frowns at me. “Baby, we’ve never celebrated Christmas or Thanksgiving. Ever.”
“What?” I ask, appalled. “What the hell did you guys do around this time of year, then?”
He arches his eyebrow.
“Right,” I mumble, understanding setting in. “Well, we’re doing it this year. It’s my first one out of the church, and I want to go all out.”
He cocks his head. “Why?”
“Because…” I say, trailing off while I think of a reason. “This is just what I want. We have lost a lot, but we’ve gained too.” I smile, thinking about Miles. “I want to be just that. Thankful.”
He watches me briefly before walking into the closet. He pulls down my clothes and throws them into my bag.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, smiling.
“We’re going fucking skiing, but I’m choosing where.”
I smirk. “Oh? I wasn’t aware you knew what snow was, you know, because it’s so… pure and white.”
He looks at me with a bored expression. “Pack your shit, and for the record, I like pure things… or have you forgotten?”
“Hey!” I call out just before he hits the door. “Can we bring the boys?”
He turns to face me fully. “Why?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I just feel like this is our family now, so I kind of want them to come.” Which is true, this is how I feel. I’ve become so used to their presence that I find myself bored when they’re not around. Raze is always busy, and although he does try to involve me in as much as possible, there are still times when I’m home alone and crave adult conversation. Raze and I have lots of time for us, but right now, the busier I am the better.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, pulling the door open.
“Thanks, baby!” I giggle, pulling down the rest of my clothes. I knew he wouldn’t want to do any of this, but he’s trying to humanize himself for me and I see that effort, which only makes me fall in love with him more.
Raze pulls open the back of the limo, and I slide in. He hands the driver our luggage, and I watch as the rest of the boys pile in behind us. Miles slips in last and takes a seat next me.
“Miles!” I laugh as the limo pulls out of the driveway. “You know you’re going to need to ditch the suit when we get there, right?”
“Who says you can’t ski in a suit?” He winks at me then throws his arm over the back of my seat.
Shaking my head, I scoff. I have yet to have an actual chat with Miles about Amy and Little J. I haven’t really had the chance to tell him I named him Little J. Since Iris, I’ve been busying myself with business and Raze, which I guess is a shitty thing to do. I haven’t seen him in so long, but I still don’t think I’m ready to see Little J. That may be selfish, but the last time I saw him, I was excited about having my own. So no, I’m nowhere near ready yet.
I look up at Raze as he cracks his neck, his eyes remaining on Joker. “What?” I say, not missing the silent conversation between the two.
“Oh, don’t worry about them, puddin’.” Miles laughs from behind his shut lids. His arms cross in front of himself. “They’re just cooking up some fuckery for our little trip.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking between them. “Where are we going?” I realize Raze didn’t tell me where he had picked us to travel to. I glance at Miles. “And how come you’re allowed off your leash now?”
“I was always allowed off my leash, baby girl.” He grins, opening one eye.
Curling my feet under my butt, I lean into the crook of Raze’s arm and he pulls me into him, kissing me on top of my head, and it’s then I realize I never did get an answer about where we’re going.
WE PULL INTO THE QUIET private airport, and Millie shuffles uneasily under my arm. Joker looks down at her and then back to me, and I know what he’s thinking. Neither of us wanted to come on this fucking trip, but Millie, being Millie, forced us to all cooperate or she wouldn’t feed us for a week. Which was fine by me, but it didn’t swing well with the boys. But after Iris, I feel like she needs to step away for a bit, to take a breather.
So all my plans are on hold right now. Finding the fuckwit who tried to kill her is number one on my list waiting for me when I get home, and I won’t rest until he’s dead. I know Millie wants his head, but I can’t let her carry death. It’s a heavy load for someone like her. She acts hard ass and untouchable, but the thing with her is she feels too much. It’s why she thinks she doesn’t feel at all. I’d never tell her that though; she’d eat my balls for a week. We pull up to the private airport, and I slowly inch my arm out from under her head.
“What’re we doing?” she asks, stirring from her seat.
“Taking the jet. It’s faster.”
“Jeez, where are we going to have to take a jet?” she asks. “And whose jet?”
“Not far, it’s only around forty minutes on a plane, and it’s mine. Let’s go.”
“What?” she gasps, just as the car stops. “Your jet?”
Miles chuckles, swinging the door open and getting out.
“Yes, mine. Can we go?” I urge her, nudging my head toward the open door.
“I didn’t know you owned a jet.”
“There’s a lot you still don’t know. I plan to fix that.” I take her hand in mine and pull her out of the limo. She walks to the back and stands near Miles, and I nod at the pilot as he makes his way onto the plane. It is mine, has been for some time now. I don’t know why, but I assumed she knew I’d own my own. It’s not like I can travel around in coach where I go.
We all walk onto the plane, and Millie comes near me, taking a seat. She looks cute as fuck in her tight black jeans and white knitted sweater. She still carries the curves from Iris too, which makes her even more fucking beautiful.
“What?” she asks shyly, crossing her legs.
“Mmm.” I look to the back and watch as Miles places a few of the bags overhead and then walks down the aisle, winking at me before taking a seat.
Grasping her hand, I pull her to her feet and drag her to the back room. Pushing her in, I slide the door closed and grin.
“Raze! No—”
“Millie?” I mock her tone, gripping behind her thighs and lifting her up, smashing her back against the wall and pressing my cock into her. “Yes,” I groan into her neck, running my tongue over her jugular.
She moans, giving me access to her neck, and I take it, nibb
ling and sinking my teeth into her warm flesh. Her fingers wrap around the back of my neck, and I slam her up against the wall again, gliding my fingers toward her jeans, popping the button and placing her onto her feet. I lower myself to the floor with my eyes remaining on hers, gripping the waist of her jeans and yanking them off. I remove her panties, leaving her standing in front of me bare and exposed.
“Mmm,” I growl, licking my lips. Her breathing shallows as she grips my hair until my strands are sliding between her fingers. “Mine.” Then I cover her sex with my mouth, throwing her thigh over my shoulder.
She moans again, her head tilting back against the wall. “Yes,” she pants.
“Tell me what you want, Millie. Use your words.” I circle her clit slowly, teasingly, until she’s riding my face like she rides my cock. Gripping her thighs roughly, I halt her grinding.
She lets out a soft growl, and I chuckle against her skin. “Raze!” she whines.
Running the tip of my nose against her clit, I inhale her scent, the scent I’ve become fucking entranced with. Gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, I snarl, “Tell me what you want, baby. I won’t touch you until you talk to me.” Slowly, I slide my lips over the junction of her thigh, and her breath hitches.
“I want,” she starts, her chest rising and falling. She pushes off the wall slightly, and I slap her ass, leaving a sting on my palm. “Ouch!”
“Baby,” I breathe, blowing air over her clit and bringing my index finger toward her entry. “I’m not a patient man.” Then I sink the tip of my finger into her, only an inch. She growls again, obviously getting more frustrated as I go deeper and massage my finger into her G-spot until her hips start bucking again. My cock pulses in my pants, swelling against my zipper. “Tell me what you want!”
“God!” she screams. “I want your fucking tongue on me. I want it all. I want everything you can give me and then some.”
I grin proudly. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.” Then, I run my tongue from her opening up to her clit, circling in a torturous pace as my finger caresses her spot. Her hips surge and I slip my finger out, gliding to the back of her and she pauses briefly then relaxes. I lock my lips around her, my tongue pressed flatly against her clit, rubbing it all over her nub until her cum is dripping down her leg. Pausing, I inch my head back, bringing my mouth to her inner thigh and licking her wetness off her leg.
“I want you, Raze.”
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, dipping my finger back into her sweet entrance and pumping her a few times.
“You, Raze. I belong to you.”
“Damn straight,” I say, pulling out of her entrance and slipping a finger into her ass. “This is mine too.” She tenses, so I lay little kisses up her thigh and back to her pussy. “Relax, baby, I got you.”
She relaxes on command, loosening around my finger. Locking my lips onto her clit, I suck, lick, and blow on it until her nails are digging into my shoulders and her screams of release are loud enough to bring down the plane. Her body wracks under the palm of my hand and my cock swells for her. Spinning her around, she turns to face the wall and I stand, spreading her legs wide with my feet. Pushing her long dark hair to fall over one of her shoulders, I bring my lips to her ear and bite down on her lobe. “This ass,” I pull my cock out of my pants, pumping it a couple times and running it down the slit of her ass. “Is going to be mine. You good with that?”
She hesitates, and then nods. “Yeah,” she moans, looking over her shoulder and licking her lips. I bring my tongue to her jawline and lick her cheek softly, like a tiger would taste its prey before he feasts on it. “Good girl.” Gathering up enough saliva, I spit on my dick, rubbing the slippery lubricant all over my tip and trunk before guiding it toward her ass, and then slowly, I inch myself into her.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, dropping my forehead to the back of her shoulder.
She hisses. “Oh.”
“You want me to stop, babe?” I whisper, sinking deeper and deeper into her slowly as her ass clenches around my cock.
She shakes her head, biting down on her lip again. “No,” she whispers. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Good,” I answer with a grin. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Then, I pound into her. Her newly curvy body smashes back against me until her ass slaps against my pelvic bone and my cock imprints itself into every single inch of her inside.
“Oh my God!” she pants, throwing her head back. “That feels so good, Raze. Please don’t stop!”
Picking up the pace, I thrust until her head is knocking against the wall. I wrap her long hair around my fist and tug her head back, all while I continue pounding my dick into her. Owning her, dominating her. I’m fucking obsessed with her. She’s fucking mine, and I want to bang on my chest and roar like a fucking animal.
“Fuck,” I growl, my balls tightening. She lets out a slow moan, her body locking up and her legs shaking as we release together. After a couple beats, I step back, popping off the buttons from my shirt. She spins around, her back now pressing against the wall.
I step forward once I see the red imprint on her forehead. “Fuck,” I repeat unhappily, and run my finger down her head as she giggles.
“Leave it, Raze.” Every time I fuck her, I end up hurting her. My dick gets hard again at the thought.
Her hair is in a mop of messy strands, and she drops down to the floor, picking up her clothes. “Well… now I’m thoroughly fucked, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
After copping stares from the boys the rest of the way, we land, and I take Millie’s hand in mine, leading her down the stairs from the jet.
“So,” Millie quirks her eyebrows, “where are we?”
I smirk, leading her toward the waiting limo. “Telluride.”
“Telluride?” she gasps, linking her fingers with mine. “As in Colorado?”
“The one and only.” I open the door, letting her and the boys slide in.
“Why?” she asks, watching me carefully.
I look to Miles who sits beside her. “Truth?” I ask.
She scoffs. “No, please lie to me. I just love that.”
“We’re here for a job.”
“Pardon?” She looks at me. “This was supposed to be a family trip!” Then she looks at all the boys, who glance away from her quickly. Pussies. Her eyes land on Miles. “You!”
“Hey!” He throws his hands up. “How come he gets all the crazy monkey sex and your heart, but yet I’m the one who gets into trouble?”
She softens slightly. “You have my heart too. Not the monkey sex, but my heart, yes.”
“Good thing,” he jokes, winking. “‘Cause I don’t fuck like a monkey. I fuck like motherfucking King Kong!” Then he bangs on his chest like a maniac.
Why didn’t I let this idiot starve to death all those years ago?
Millie shakes her head, unable to contain her laughter. “You are such a—”
“Nah-ah! No name-calling!”
She sticks her tongue out at him and I quickly snatch it, clamping it between my fingers, before raising my eyebrows at both of them. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Ahhh! Oday, oday, desus, Daze, let id do!” Millie whines.
I release her tongue and look back at Angel, Joker, and Viking all laughing behind their hands. Royal is just sitting there, shaking his head. I’m fucked with these two.
THE LIMO PULLS DOWN THE quiet, dark main road of Telluride. The steep, sharp mountains hover around the small and ancient township, and scatterings of snow are dusted all over the road and rooftops. Streetlights hang overhead, paving our way, and I look to Raze. “This town is a little creepy.” I grin. “I like it.”
The limo pulls into a large parking lot to a cabin-style resort that has been lit up by warm lights inside and floor-to-ceiling windows. We gather our bags out of the trunk as Raze walks into the resort to get our keys.
“For the record,” Miles begins, smirking at me and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“For the first time ever, this wasn’t my doing—us being here, I mean.”
“So you’re telling me,” I say, picking up my bag, “that you didn’t know what was going on?”
He laughs. “Wait, let me rephrase that.”
Yeah, thought so.
Raze kicks open our door and I walk in, removing my hoodie. The tarnished wood and rich mahogany colors showcase the classy and wealthy feel this place gives, and I instantly love it. Walking toward the large window, I look up to the frosted snow covered mountain that sits directly in front, with the gondolas that you ride to the top illuminating the dark forest with its lights. He steps behind me, handing me a glass of whiskey, the icy clinks breaking our silence. “It’s real beautiful here. A world of its own.”
He watches me, lifts his glass to his mouth, and throws it back, swallowing the liquid in one gulp.
There’s so much I want to say to him. We haven’t talked about Iris, and we haven’t talked about the guy who tried to kills me, but when I look at him, I know he doesn’t want to talk about it. So, I place my glass on the bedside table, bring my hands up to his cheeks, and whisper, “Take me to bed?” Whatever he’s struggling with, I just hope he comes to me when he’s ready.
The past two days go fast. After a lot of debate between Miles and me, we found that I’m much better on skis than I am on a snowboard. Raze is a snowboard god, and Miles is too, so I think they were sort of hoping I’d be joining the snowboarder pack, but with no such luck. I’m with Royal, and we’re skiers. Viking stood on guard the whole weekend, and Joker took it upon himself to be a pain in my ass.
We’re all sitting in a restaurant, before we have to board and go back to Vegas, when Raze hooks his fingers with mine. “I just have one thing to do before I come back.” He looks over to Miles. “Miles will take you home, okay?”
I search his eyes, looking for clues, but come up with nothing. Why is he being so cryptic with me, and why didn’t he do whatever he needed to do on Saturday or Sunday? Why wait until I leave, and then not bother to tell me anything else?