Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,50

top of her head.

She smiles. “I love you too.”

“Get dressed. I have one more surprise for you.”

“Another surprise? You better be careful you’re going to spoil me.”

I get off the bed, brushing my lips over hers. “You better get used to it. You’re stuck with me, and I plan on spoiling you for the rest of our lives.”

“Somebody’s getting a blow job tonight.” Emma winks.

My dick twitches in my sweatpants.

Emma focuses on my growing cock and her tongue traces her lips.

I groan as I adjust myself. “Behave. Your mom is going to watch Felicity for us. I’m going over to Damien’s to get dressed. I’ll meet you back here in twenty.”

Emma stands up, pressing her body against mine, making my dick hard just from her touch. Her lips find mine, they’re soft and plump as her hips grind against me. She sucks in my bottom lip, biting it before letting it pop out of her mouth.

My hands are glued to her hips, keeping her pressed against me, not willing to let her go. “You said Damien’s house.”

“What?” I’m having a hard time keeping up since she diverted all my blood to my dick.

“You said Damien’s house, which means you’re already thinking of this as home.”

This time I’m focusing on her words trying to understand why I’m getting such a brilliant smile out of her. When what she said filters into my bloodless brain, I squeeze her hips and kiss her lightly. “Yeah, babe, this is home. You and Felicity are my home.”

Emma smiles and nips my chin. “That was so damn cheesy, you’re lucky you’re sexy.”

I laugh, letting her go with reluctance. “I’ll start bringing my stuff over later today. Get dressed.” I move without kissing her, knowing if I do I won’t be able to stop until we’ve both come.

I give Felicity a hug and thank Janet for helping me out before heading over to get dressed.

“Are you going to tell me what my surprise is?” Emma bounces slightly in the passenger seat, reminding me of Felicity when she gets excited.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you where we’re going.”

“It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone you can’t keep a secret.”

I grin, shaking my head at my crazy woman. “We’re almost there.”

Emma’s forehead wrinkles and one eyebrow pops up when we pull into the parking lot of my club.

My club. Has a nice ring to it. Big Willie’s will officially be ours, and we plan on reopening it with a bang.

I can tell she’s a bit confused, but she’s too polite to say anything.

I park in the front, so I don’t tip her off on the surprise.

“Are you going to give me another lap dance?” she asks when I help her out of the Rover.

“Not right now, but anytime you’re in need of a lap dance all you have to do is ask.”

The front door’s already open when I push on it. Emma glances at me again with the questions I know she wants to ask fresh on her tongue, but before they can escape those sexy plump lips everyone yells, “Surprise.”

Emma jumps and her eyes go wide as she stares at my family, standing on yoga mats in the middle of the cleared out showroom. “What is this?”

“If you don’t like my idea you can just tell me. It won’t hurt any of our feelings.” I take a deep breath. “We were thinking, the club is empty during the morning hours so instead of you getting a studio of your own, you can use this space for your yoga studio.”

Emma’s eyes sparkle with tears, and I wonder if I screwed up by assuming she’d be ok with this.

“Like I said if you don’t like the idea it’s ok. We’ll find you your own studio. You can continue dancing until you’ve saved up enough. And that way I won’t be any part of the studio and it will be all yours. Hell, you’ll be able to save up faster now that I’m living with you because I’ll be helping with the bills.”

Emma shuts my rambling up by kissing me deeply. “I love it, this is a perfect idea. I can even do pole dancing class, too. Thank you.” Emma showers my face with kisses, and I feel stupid for worrying.

“Ok you two. Axel pulled us out of bed to take a damn yoga class. Can we start already?” Ben stares us down.

Clara smacks him in the stomach. “Don’t listen to him. He’s old and unromantic.”

“Unromantic?” Ben picks up