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“That was so amazing,” Layla said as the two grabbed a cab back to the hotel.

Lucas nodded, checking in with Heath, who was still trailing the car. The person or persons seemed to catch on they were also being tailed, so they had tried to get out of the neighborhood, but the cars were now going in circles.

Better safe than sorry.

“They looked happy,” Lucas said, shoving his phone away and pulling Layla closer to him. “You are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

“You tell me all the time.”

“Yeah, but you need to believe me.”

“I’m nothing special, Lucas.”

He reached out and cupped her chin, turning her to face him.

“You tell everyone else they’re special and important, so you’d better be thinking the same thing about yourself. Why would you not think of yourself as wonderful?”

Layla shrugged. She’d not felt wonderful since she was a little girl.

“Keep telling me, and I might start believing it.”

Lucas frowned. His little hippie had a lot going on in her head, and he needed to get in there to find out everything.

“You keep checking your phone. Are you not having a good time?” Layla’s voice cracked a little when she asked, and that broke Lucas. He didn’t want to be the cause of her sadness.

“I’m having the best time.” He pulled her closer so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Layla took his hand in hers. She still couldn’t believe she was in Las Vegas with Lucas Foster and he was her boyfriend.

“I always thought you were cute.”

“What?”

“When I was a teenager.” Layla smiled at the memory. “Don’t tease me about it. I was a pubescent mess.”

Lucas snickered.

“A lot of girls did. They still think you’re hot,” Layla confessed. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe I just wanted you to know that you’ve been on my mind for a long time.”

He knew the age difference between them wasn’t a lot, but it was enough for people to ask questions. He didn’t care. He wasn’t interested in her when she was younger, but he was taken by the woman she’d become.

“Does it bother you? My age?”

“No,” Layla told him, pointing to more of the Vegas Strip’s scenery. “I’m a little intimidated by it sometimes, but I think we fit well together.”

“Well, I think you’re still aggravating as shit—especially when you spring yoga poses on me at the most inopportune times.”

Layla laughed. “Oh? No more nude yoga then?”

“Stop making my dick twitch, Little Hippie, or I’ll take you right in this cab.”

Layla tiptoed her fingers up his covered, muscular thigh and closed in on his barricaded crotch, which was already pulsing.

“Layla…,” Lucas growled into her hair. She smelled so delicious, so fresh and delicate.

“I’m just getting started,” Layla teased.

“This has to be the longest fucking cab ride of my life…”

The last month had been a whirlwind for the two of them.

Everyone now knew they were an item, including Rosie, who was keeping an eye on the situation. It hadn’t gotten back to her that Layla was also having her own issues, and she saw a difference in Lucas, so Layla was deemed an incredibly good sponsor.

Back at the hotel, Lucas had to adjust himself before getting out of the cab. His little hippie had been teasing him the entire way there, and his arousal was already forming at the head of his dick.

Rushing her through the door and into the elevator, Layla couldn’t help but giggle and that, of course, went straight to Lucas’s cock.

“You promised we’d use the Jacuzzi tonight,” Layla reminded him as he held her closer than ever.

“I haven’t forgotten anything that involves you getting naked.”

As Layla slipped out of her clothes, Lucas started the Jacuzzi. He proceeded to toss his clothes and shoes every which way, not caring where they landed. He had almost let go in that chapel. He had almost told her…

Well, his emotions were wrong and he knew it. He couldn’t spend his life with her. This was temporary. Temporary until she found the one, until she was safe from her demons and whatever was lurking around them.

He would hurt her; he’d break her, use her, discard her, not because he wanted to but because he wasn’t good. She was so very good and deserved the best.

His nightmares and flashbacks only caused her grief, and he knew it. She cared deeply for him and was taking on too much. He’d no right to bring up his pain when she was suffering.

“You ready?”

There she was, holding her hands in front of her as if they hadn’t been intimate every which way you could think of.

“Let’s get in there, baby girl.”

Sliding into the Jacuzzi, the two splashed around for a while, chatting about their plans for the next day.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” Layla asked as she was pulled onto Lucas’s lap.

“Anything you want, baby girl.”

“Oh, please tell me, Lucas. I don’t know my way around here.”

“We’ll do some fun stuff. You actually don’t think I have anything planned?” Lucas winked at her, nipping the shell of her ear.

Letting out a tiny moan, Layla pushed herself further down on his lap, which sent his cock into party mode.

“In here?” Layla asked, staring up at his wanting gaze.

“I could fuck you anywhere, baby girl. Here—the floor—our bed…”

Another nibble, more groping. Lucas’s hands found Layla’s juicy, plump ass and squeezed it with so much force that her gasp told him there’d be marks.

“Just take it all, Lucas,” Layla said as she hovered over his erect cock.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that…”

Sliding up and down his hard, wet cock, Layla found an amazing rhythm that sent Lucas into his own lustful want. His need for her was becoming all he thought about.

“Y-you feel so good, Lucas…” Layla’s heavy panting was making Lucas’s dick throb inside of her very wet channel. “I want this forever.”

Layla caught herself before she went further with her thoughts.

This wasn’t going to last forever, and she didn’t know why she said it. Something had happened to her at that chapel, and she didn’t want to ruin their time together.

Lucas didn’t seem to pay attention to what she’d said, grunting out his own lust like a lunatic on the fringe of desire, pushing up into her and splashing the water like a tidal wave around them.

“I want to cum. Make me cum, Lucas!” Layla cried out as Lucas pushed into her one more time, pushing his little hippie over the edge and right into another world, a dream-like state where her orgasm rumbled through her body like thunder.

“Ohhhhhhh, yes!!!” Layla panted as Lucas lifted her up and out of the Jacuzzi.

Dripping wet and still buried to the hilt inside of her, Lucas pushed Layla into the first wall he came to, pumping faster and faster and faster, losing all of his control and tapping every single point of Layla’s sensitive bundle.

“You’re so fucking amazing!” Lucas groaned, his head lingering in the crook of Layla’s neck as she wrapped her thick thighs around his waist. “You know that only pulls me in deeper…”

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I’ll feel it for the rest of my life, Lucas!”

The slapping of skin on skin, moisture dripping out of every pore of their bodies, and the echoing grunts were echoing around them.

Nothing could stop them now from tearing each other to pieces and then putting each other back together over and over again.

Suddenly, Lucas exited Layla’s swollen pussy and tossed her onto the bed, crawling in between her thighs and plunging in again and again.

Every heartache, every pained memory, every single tear that had been shed were lost to the winds in that moment.

When their bodies were connected, nothing mattered. Nothing except for the two of them and how they felt about each other.

“I could do this for the rest of my life,” Lucas whispered to her as her fingernails dug into his flesh, making him hiss in slight pain, but he wanted it.

He wanted her pain—wanted her to give it to him, give her everything she had.

He shouldn’t have said it. Nothing good like Layla was going to last forever.

“You’re so hard…so big…,” Layla whimpered, feeling Lucas building up inside of her core, knowing he was going to fill her with his seed and craving nothing but that.

Peppering kisses all over her face and neck and across her collarbone, Lucas thrust in and out at the fastest pace he could go without hurting her. Her moan had turned into one drawn-out wail as he got closer to his climax.

“I’m going to cum, baby… Want me to cum in you?” Lucas whimpered.

“Yes, Lucas! Please?!!!” Layla spread her legs further apart, causing Lucas’s cock to somehow become buried deeper inside her needy pussy.

“Fuuuuuuck!!!! ~Layla~!!!” Lucas yelled as he pushed one last time into her, releasing himself completely, but not stopping until he’d pushed every last bit of himself inside of his girl.

Little sobs escaped them both as Lucas hovered over her, allowing himself to soften and slip out of her on his own time.

Toppling onto his side, he pulled Layla into his arms as they both gathered themselves as best as they could.

“Thank you,” Layla said, holding him as tightly as she could.

“Thank me?”

“Yes. You make me feel so wanted…”

Lucas smiled. “You are.”

They fell asleep like that, not bothering to clean up, but Lucas was soon awakened by the buzzing of his phone.

Heath.

He slowly removed himself from underneath Layla and walked across the room before answering.

“What?”

“These guys are nobodies. I’ve sent their pictures to your burner and my buddy here at the station. We can’t trace them at all, but they were definitely following you.”

Lucas grabbed his burner phone and looked at the photos.

“I don’t know them.” He pulled on his sweats and paced the room, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“We were made at a gas station about ten minutes ago and have been chasing them down the freeway ever since.”

“Heath, don’t take any unnecessary—”

“Oh, fuck! What the fuck?!”

“Heath, what? What is it?”

“Swerve! Swerve!”

“Heath?!”

“Lucas, their motherfucking car just blew up in front of my fucking face! Whoever is out to get you and your girl are not fucking playing around if they’re willing to take out their own men! We’re outta here…”

Infuriated, Lucas looked back at his sleeping little hippie. She looked so peaceful, so perfect.

“I won’t let anyone hurt her. I’ll die before that happens.”