Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“We’ll see about that, baby,” I murmured. Reluctantly, I removed my arms from around Ariel, then immediately threaded my fingers through hers. I led the way from the living room to the kitchen and up the back set of stairs. There was a landing connecting the front set, before they converged into one set of steps to the second floor. I always liked the idea of being able to reach the upstairs faster, no matter where you were in the house because the kids’ bedrooms were right at the top.

The master suite was situated at the end of the hall, taking up almost the entire right side of the house on the upper floor. With the exception of a smaller room that connected to ours, which I intended to turn into a nursery.

We kept walking until we reached a small alcove with a love seat and an overstuffed chair in front of a large picture window. I dug my cell from my pocket before sitting and tugging Ariel down onto my lap. She snuggled into my chest and sighed when I began to rub circles on her back. With my other hand, I turned on my phone and used my thumb to scroll through my contacts until I found the right one and hit send.

“I wasn’t sure you were still alive,” Griffith chuckled in lieu of a greeting. “Ariel was pissed as hell when she stormed out of here.”

“I can be pretty fucking convincing when I want to be,” I drawled. Ariel smacked my chest lightly, and I glanced down at her with a raised brow. She was frowning up at me but after a second, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Yeah, okay,” she grumbled before relaxing back into me. So damn adorable, I thought with a smirk.

“I hope you didn’t call for girl talk,” Griffith goaded. “Because I will hang up right now if you go into any detail.”

“I wouldn’t want to embarrass you when you realize how inept you are compared to me. In technique and size.” Ariel snort-laughed softly, and I narrowed my eyes at her. Girl talk… “You better not be laughing because Belle has over-shared, and you know things about another man that will force me to kill the motherfucker,” I growled.

Ariel laughed a little harder but suppressed it when she got a look at my expression. “I was laughing because I agreed with your assessment of your skills and size,” she replied with a wink. Though her tone was teasing, her eyes made it clear that she meant what she said.

“Damn straight,” I grumbled before giving her a deep kiss.

“As much as I enjoy busting your balls, was there something you needed from me?” Griffith interrupted, making me grunt in annoyance until I remembered why I’d called.

“Not you. I need your wife.”

“Excuse me?” Griffith practically roared.

“Calm the fuck down, dude. I phrased that wrong,” I hurried to appease him. “I meant that I need a favor from Belle.”

“You want to try that again, asshole?” Griffith’s tone was deadly, and I realized I’d botched my request again.

“Just let me talk to Belle, Griff. I need her to help me with Ariel.”

My girl stiffened in my lap and dropped her head back to watch me suspiciously.

“You’ve got two minutes,” Griffith growled. There was fumbling and then the distant sound of a feminine giggle that shifted into a moan. I pulled the phone away from my ear about to hang up before my brain was branded with shit I did not need to hear, but Belle’s clear voice had me stopping just in time.

“Stop that!” I heard the sound of a slap before she finally spoke to me. “What’s up, Maddox?”

“I was hoping you’d help me convince your sister to move in with me tomorrow.” I didn’t bother to beat around the bush.

Ariel squeaked and sat up so quickly, her head bumped my chin.

“Absolutely!” Belle chirped. Well, that had gone easier than I’d expected. She lowered her voice so no one else could hear what she said next, “Just promise me that you love her.”

“Would I be doing this if I didn’t?”

“Fair enough,” Belle responded at full volume once more. “What do you need me to do?”

Griffith shouted something in the background, and Belle sighed in exasperation. “Stop being such a caveman!” she retorted, her voice lacking any real heat.

Ariel started tugging at my hand, trying to make a grab for the phone. I wrapped my arm tightly around her, trapping her limbs in my embrace. She gasped and wiggled, but my hold was unbreakable. I grunted when her ass rubbed my dick until I was rock hard. Fucking hell. She froze when she felt the steel rod nestled between her ass cheeks.

I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the state of my body. “My girl tells me that a double dog dare is only good if it comes from one of her sisters,” I explained.