Stuffed

My phone vibrates this time, and I look down to see a number I don’t recognize. When I hit ignore, it calls me again right away.

“Shit,” I whisper as I force myself to disentangle from her and walk into the bathroom.

My cock is painful after not getting any release last night. That quick one at the hotel wasn’t nearly enough and being curled up next to Ember’s curves all night only made it worse. I grab the hard length over my boxer briefs and squeeze it to try and get it to go down. It doesn’t work.

My phone vibrates and I answer it as I close the bathroom door.

“Rogue.” I’m shocked when I hear Angus on the other line. “Listen, I’ve been arrested. I need you to come get me. I told them you’re my lawyer.”

“What the fuck did you do?” The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I go over to the closet and grab a pair of jeans.

“I’ll explain later. Just hurry. You’ve got to get me out of here fast.”

“I’m on my way,” I say before hanging up and putting on an old gray T-shirt. I slide on some shoes and then grab a hat and pull it down low. I tuck my phone in the back of my jeans and take some cash out of the safe. I don’t know what the fuck my brother has gotten himself into, but I need to be ready.

I think for a second about leaving Ember a note, but I don’t have anything to write with, and I need to leave. Fuck, should I wake her up?

As quietly as I can, I walk over to her side of the bed and lean down. I kiss her neck and inhale her sweet scent as I close my eyes.

“Hey baby, I’ve got to run out, but I’ll be back.” She makes a humming sound, and I kiss her again. “Don’t leave, I’ll be right back as soon as I can.”

She keeps her eyes closed as she nods and snuggles down into the covers. I want nothing more than to get back in bed and slide my dick between her legs, but I have to go.

When I get to the door, I set the alarm and grab my keys. I make sure she’s locked up safe and sound as I hop in my car and take off toward the city jail. Being a divorce lawyer, people would think I wouldn’t have a lot of experience with visiting the jail, but it’s no longer shocking to me how often I have to come here because of a domestic dispute.

I thought that over the years I was jaded to the idea of marriage. Maybe I was, but after meeting Ember I finally understood why all those couples never made it.

None of them ever felt the way I feel for her, and it showed. If they did I’d be out of a job.

My parents are that way, and even after all these years they look at each other like they just fell in love. Maybe deep down I was afraid I’d never find that kind of devotion, and that’s why I became a divorce lawyer, but after seeing Ember I’m done for.

When I get back home, I’m going to show her how I feel. I’ve already spent my whole life without her. I won’t waste a moment longer.

The jail is busy for a Saturday afternoon, but that’s to be expected. It’s Vegas and the weekend is always heavy on arrests. When I get inside, I give them my name and I’m scanned in. They take me back to the holding area and I pace while I wait for Angus to be processed. It takes longer than I anticipated, and by the time he finally walks out it’s been hours and I’m ready to murder him.

“What the fuck did you do?” I hiss as I walk up to him and grab him by the back of the neck.

“Let’s go.” He pushes my hand away and stomps out the front door.

“Angus!” I call once we’re outside and he’s practically running ahead of me. “What the fuck is going on?”

“She got away, okay?” he shouts back and then throws his hands up like I’m supposed to know what that means.

“What?”

“Bambi.” He sighs and then rubs his eyes with the back of his hands. “I don’t even know if that’s her real name. Goddamn it!” He spins around and kicks the trash can, but it’s bolted to the ground. “Fuck!”

I lean against my car and cross my arms over my chest. “You’re going to have to talk sense at some point, but go ahead and break your foot while I wait.” I’ve never seen my brother so out of sorts before.

“It was a mistake.” He shakes his head like he can’t get his thoughts in order. “She was supposed to come to Franky’s room and strip, but they had the wrong room number on the reservation.”