Loving and Loathing Vegas (8 page)

Jackson could only moan in sharp bursts with each hard stab. He knew how Vegas worked; he always had the control when pleasing another. He had long gravitated toward those types of partners.

Vegas leaned in again to whisper huskily into Jackson’s ear. “I can’t wait until you cream for me. How you get so soft in the face, and it almost looks like you get moved to tears. How it drips down your dick in a slow, steady stream.”

His dirty talk filled Jackson’s body with scorching heat. His face flushed as he bit harder into the apple, the juices dripping down his chin and neck.

“And you know what?” Vegas continued. “I’m so close to filling your sweet ass so full of cum, every fucking demon in Hell will know I fucked you. And I’m going to keep fucking you. Again. And again. And again.” He sighed heavily. “And you’ll be ready for my cock, any time, any place. Won’t you? You’re a demon. You won’t be able to get enough of it.”

Jackson nodded, his breath shallow and quick. The apple fell from his mouth. “I don’t care if you want to fuck me in the middle of town at high noon. You name the time and the place and I can’t… spread my legs… fast enough.
Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes
!” he cried out as his entire body tensed with his orgasm. He pressed his lips together, swallowing down his screams as he trembled and spilled himself between himself and Vegas’s hard abs.

Vegas gripped Jackson as he shot into his needy hole, pumping him full. “Yes,” he growled demonically. “Fucking yes….”

“Uh-huh….” Jackson gasped, fighting for air. “So good… so good….”

They slowed to a stop and remained there in silence. Steam rose from their hot flesh.

Vegas was the first to grin and then break out into cackles, and Jackson followed suit with spontaneous laughter. Vegas slapped him in the shoulder. “I can’t fucking believe you fell for that whole ‘Rar! I’m a demon and I own your ass now.’ That shit only works on sniveling business men,” Vegas said with a broad smile.

Jackson would have smacked him in return, but there was the matter of being tied by his wrists. “You gotta admit, in the heat of the moment, it is kind of hot. Overdone a bit. It’s all in the delivery.”

“Big breath,” Vegas said, and Jackson obeyed as Vegas eased out of him. “I have to say, the coy supersubmissive thing is definitely a different side for you. You’re usually the cool, sexy, rebellious-boyfriend type, fucking sweet boys.”

“You like it?” Jackson asked as Vegas set him on his feet. “It just sort of happened.”

Vegas turned him slowly to untie his wrists. “It is pretty hot. Definitely gets me in just the right spot.” He patted Jackson’s ass.

Jackson smirked and hobbled over to his discarded jeans as Vegas did the same. “Well. I’d have to say that was the best five minutes of my life,” he said, slipping into his jeans.

“It’s an art,” Vegas said, retying his bandanna in his hair, his full-body tattoos fading away. “Now I have mouths to feed. And we have money to make.” He turned toward the walk-in door. “Make sure you wash your hands before returning to work. I don’t want to write you up for disorderly conduct and fucking your boss.”

Jackson snorted. “Since when are you
my
boss? We share this place fifty-fifty.”

Vegas’s eyes sparked brighter. “Since you belong to me,” he said in a demonic tone.

Jackson flipped him the bird. “Go make your pies.”

Shrugging, Vegas turned the handle on the walk-in door.

It didn’t move.

Vegas tried again.

It still didn’t move.

“Jackson,” Vegas said, concerned.

Jackson picked up on the slight panic. “Yeah.”

“We’re locked in.”

“
What
?” Jackson rushed to the door and tried the handle. “Nononono!” He pounded on the door. “The baby! Ennis and Cillian have the baby!”

Together they banged on the door, screaming for help. Jackson wasn’t a praying man by any stretch of the imagination, but he thought a little divine intervention wouldn’t hurt.

“Please, God. Please. Open this damned door!” Jackson barked.

The door popped open with an easy swing. And they froze, looking at each other.

“Who knew that would work for us, y’know?” Vegas asked with a lopsided grin.

As they eased the door open, Jeshebet sat before them. She clapped her little hands and giggled.

Jackson darted forward and scooped her up from the floor. He held her close. “Oh god, sweetie, where’s Ennis? Are you okay?” He bounced with her. “It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“Daddy?” Vegas asked with a lopsided grin. “Really?” He hung back a safe distance.

Jackson’s stomach knotted. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything at first. I just really like her, y’know.” His lip trembled. “And no one’s come forward.” He wiped at his eye with his thumb. “And some idiot threw her away like she was a piece of garbage. I really want to keep her. She’s mine.”

Vegas went quiet.

Jackson took a breath. “I know. It’s stupid. I got too attached to her.”

“I think we should,” Vegas said, and Jackson turned to face him, wide-eyed.

“What? But she hates you,” Jackson said, his voice wavering.

Vegas shrugged. “She’ll grow out of it. I hope so, anyway.” He came closer to them, and Jackson tensed up, waiting for the inevitable scream.

Jeshebet squealed in excitement and reached out to Vegas. “Ah-pah,” she burbled. “Ah-pah!”

Jackson shook his head. “Is she saying something?”

“Ah-pah! Ah-pah!” Jeshebet insisted.

Vegas smirked and tentatively extended his arms. “Well?”

Jackson bit his lip and then resigned himself to Jeshebet screeching as he set her in Vegas’s arms. He braced for the infernal wailing.

She giggled and wiggled in Vegas’s arms.

Vegas gasped, as if he were a first-time father seeing his own biological child. “She’s beautiful,” he croaked. “Hey, pretty lady…. Hiiii…,” he whispered to her. “So, you’re what the fuss is all about.”

She brightened and cackled with glee.

Jackson looped his arms around the two of them and laid his head on Vegas’s shoulder. “Fall in love and become a family all within five minutes. Put that on a Hallmark card.”

Vegas chuckled softly. “I’ve been in love with you way more than five minutes ago.”

Jeshebet frowned and made her classic grunt.

“Oh god, oh god,” Jackson said. “Give her here, she’s about to let one go.”

Instead, her full body jerked with a gigantic, rumbling baby burp.

Jackson and Vegas snorted laughter and then looked down at the baby in Vegas’s arms.

“Um…,” Jackson said, and swallowed.

“Well…,” Vegas said just as curiously. “That explains a lot.”

Jeshebet smiled up at them, her tiny golden halo shining over her head. She flapped her small, fledgling angel wings.

“What do we do now?” Jackson asked, looking from Jeshebet to Vegas and back again.

Vegas kissed him on the forehead. “Invest in baby bonnets.”

“And a very tall crib,” Jackson said.

“Screw a crib, she needs an aviary.”

“Scared?” Jackson asked.

“Terrified.” Vegas nodded.

Jackson smirked. “Come on, now. I worked at the Four Horsemen Stable once. Between the foals that could consume your soul or infect you with festering boils, parenting is cake.”

Vegas smiled down at Jeshebet, and she cooed at him.

“Welcome to Earth, angel. You’re going to love it here.”

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