Vegas, Baby Volume 3 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,65

so I was straddling him. One of his arms was wrapped around my lower back to anchor me in place, and he lifted the other to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “There. Now I’m ready to hear whatever you need to tell me.”

“Right here? Like this?” I gasped, wiggling on his lap until I felt his cock harden beneath my butt.

“Exactly like this.” His arm tightened around me. “I’m not letting you go now that I’ve gotten my hands on you.”

The tiny bottoms of my ring girl uniform grew damp, and I wondered if he’d be able to feel it. My cheeks reddened as I whispered, “It’s not your hands that I was talking about.”

He brushed a kiss against my forehead and lifted his hips to press more firmly against me. “Me getting hard around you is something you’re going to have to get used to, angel eyes. It’s going to happen often. As in, all the time.”

“Alrighty then.” I cleared my throat and did my best to ignore the incredibly hard and large bulge beneath me. “I guess this is the part where I explain how I ended up here, huh?”

He cupped my cheek with his hand. “Please.”

I nodded, and the calluses on his palm rubbed against my skin, sending a little shiver down my spine. “My childhood wasn’t all that great, and Vince used to be the only person I could really depend on. But all that changed three or four years ago. It was like my brother turned into someone I didn’t know, into someone I didn’t even want to know, even after everything he did for me when we were kids.”

“What’d he get into?” Saint asked after I paused to pull myself together so I didn’t end up bawling in his arms.

“He fell in with a bad crowd and wasn’t around as often. Started to drink a lot and dabbled with some drugs here or there. But it wasn’t the drugs or alcohol that got him into trouble.” I dropped my forehead against Saint’s shoulder. “It was the gambling that turned out to be his real vice. He doesn’t think straight when he’s at the tables, and he risks way more than he can afford. He’s always been able to figure out a way to pay off his gambling debts in the past, but this time is different. I don’t know how much he owes, but it has to be a lot—like enough to beat the shit out of him if he didn’t get the chance to fight you tonight—a lot. Enough for him to tell me the five grand I’d earn by being a ring girl during the match would barely put a dent in his debt but might be enough so his bookie wouldn’t come after me, too.”

“That fucking motherfucker,” Saint growled. “He deserves a hell of a lot more than the beatdown I gave him in the ring for putting your safety at risk.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I lifted my head to offer him a small smile. “I don’t think he ever thought about what might happen to me in this whole mess. Not until his bookie took notice of me.”

“Who’s his bookie?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I never asked because it didn’t really matter since I didn’t have the money to pay off his debt. I was going to give Vince what I earned tonight so he could hand it over.”

“It’s got to be Jimmy Benton,” Saint rumbled.

“I’ve never heard of him.”

“Forget I mentioned his name,” Saint commanded. “He isn’t someone you need to worry about anymore.”

I felt exhausted after everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, and I was starting to freak out because Saint looked angrier than he had when he’d been fighting my brother. Squeezing my eyes shut, I voiced my biggest fear, “Does that mean you haven’t changed your mind about what you said before? How I’ll always be safe with you and don’t need to worry about money again?”

5

Saint

Angelique’s question was uttered in a tiny, hesitant voice, and it killed me that she didn’t believe I meant what I said. I couldn’t blame her, though. It sounded like everyone in her life had let her down, and we’d only met a few hours ago. I could tell her over and over, but I knew it was actions that would finally convince her to trust me.

“Angel eyes, there is nothing you could say or do that would change my mind about