Abel (5th Street 4)

“No, I didn’t even know he was here yet. I just happened to run into him downstairs.”

Abel refrained holding back his sarcastic remarks about what a f**king coincidence that happened to be. Was she really that naïve? Out of all the hotels in Vegas, he just so happened to be lurking around hers? “So what happened?”

“Nothing. It was just a little awkward. He said some stuff I wasn’t expecting to hear, but I told him about us. I made it clear that I’m in a relationship and won’t be seeing him anymore.”

She went back to looking into her suitcase, and Abel was positive she was just moving things around aimlessly. He trusted her. Even as the infuriating visual of her kissing this guy began to flash in his head again, he took cautious steps toward her along with deep breaths.

“What kind of things did he say?” he asked as he reached her, taking her hand in his. When she still didn’t look at him, he took another deep breath. “Baby, look at me.” She turned to him slowly, and they were face to face now, their lips inches apart, so he leaned in and kissed her. “Tell me.”

“He started to tell me that he had real feelings for me,” she shrugged. “It was just weird. I was at the 5th Street booth when he pulled me away and—”

“He pulled you away?” Abel backed up, still searching her too nervous eyes. “Why? And where to?”

“It was getting really crowded. The McKinley booth wasn’t too far away, and there were a lot of people taking photos, so I guess he wanted more privacy.”

Privacy? Abel clenched his teeth for a second. “And you went with him? Where?”

She explained to him about a staff-only room and how they were only in there for a few minutes before he got called away. Feeling her hand against his tense chest calmed him a bit. “It was just weird. That’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see him. Then he pulled me away before I knew what was even happening. Then he started pouring out his heart, and I had to stomp on it, and . . .” She shrugged. “I just hate awkward situations, but the good news is that he knows now and that I crossed that bridge sooner than I’d expected.”

Slipping his arm around her waist, he pulled her to him. “Please tell me that that’s the last I have to hear about you being around Sam.”

“As far as I’m concerned, yes, it is.” She scrunched her nose. “But like today, I can’t predict running into him again.” His face must have looked as irritated as that comment made him because she added quickly, “I mean just this weekend. He’s not even from Los Angeles. He lives out of state, so I can safely promise that after this weekend I won’t be running into him at all.”

He kissed her again with one thought in mind. He’d make sure Nellie would be with him for the rest of this weekend. This f**ker knew now that she was spoken for, so if he still came sniffing around anyway, he’d have Abel to answer to. If he didn’t know who Nellie’s boyfriend was, he’d sure as hell know soon. Abel didn’t give a shit what Andy thought was a good idea or not. The whole world would know soon that Nellie was all his.

Kissing her a little longer and harder now, he undid the belt tied around her robe and pushed her suitcase aside. “You’re not gonna need anything in there tonight.”

The second her robe fell off her, she wrapped her warm naked body around his and kissed him back just as frantically. “I love you,” she gasped against his lips.

Jesus Christ! He could hear that from her over and over and never get enough.

“I love you, too, baby,” he said, laying her down on the bed.

They’d already made love romantically when they first arrived at their room earlier. He wanted frantic sex now because that’s how he felt. Her telling him she’d run into Sam downstairs then hearing that he’d pulled her away for more privacy had gotten his adrenaline pumping, and he needed to let the rush out now.

He’d already been shirtless before she even got to the room, and he would’ve been in his boxer briefs still, too, if it hadn’t been for room service. He’d slipped his jeans back on when he had to get the door. Not wanting to slow enough to even pull them off, he rushed over to the small table with his wallet on it and grabbed a condom out of it.

Seeing his beautiful Nellie sprawled out naked on the bed took his breath away for a moment. Rushing back, he unzipped his pants. Pulling himself out of his briefs, he stared at her as he slipped on the condom. “You know what happens to bad girls who let any guy, aside from their boyfriend, pull them into another room for more privacy?”

Her smile flattened and she shook her head. “But I didn’t—”

The soft slap he gave her on the ass as he pulled her to the edge of the bed shut her up suddenly, and she stared at him. His evil smirk made her smile. “What? What happens to them?”

He drove into her hard, and she’d been so ready for him. Abel knew it would take great effort not to finish too fast. Hearing her gasp in delight only made that struggle more difficult, but he was determined to make her scream in ecstasy like she had out in the open desert. It drove him insane. “They get f**ked so hard until they’re begging for forgiveness.”

Slamming into her again, he went deeper and harder than the first time. Seeing her moan and lift her hips higher nearly did him in. She loved it. God, he’d never felt so completely taken by someone. He continued to slam into her again and again, feeling his climax build, so he slowed a little.