He hoisted me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, lying me gently on the bed. There were lit candles around the room and it only added fuel to the heartache. “I want to make love to you, Aylee,” he murmured in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed, swiping the tears from my eyes. He lifted his head to stare down at me, but the tears were gone. I didn’t want him to see the evidence of my pain.
The next thing I knew, I was naked on the bed with him on top, kissing me deeply. His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts where he closed his lips around me, sucking greedily. He pulled my nipple between his teeth and I arched off the bed, groaning in pleasure.
“I love hearing you scream for me,” he growled, sliding his fingers inside. I gasped and rocked my hips against his hand. “Fuck, I love how wet you are.” Pulling his fingers out, he stuck them in his mouth and groaned. Pressing his cock against my opening, he teased me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to take him myself, but he chuckled, circling his hips to tease me more. “Please,” I begged, “I need to feel you inside me.”
Smile fading, his hands came up to my face and held me in place so I had no choice but to look at him. Then, I cried out as he slammed into me in one hard thrust. He moved slowly at first, my breaths coming out in rapid pants. My whole body trembled under his touch and I wanted more. Our bodies moved together perfectly as if we were always meant to be together. It all felt right, but yet seemed so difficult.
Rocking his hips against mine, that delicious ache between my legs grew stronger and stronger. My body clenched around him so hard I could feel him pulsate inside me. “Jason,” I cried out, digging my nails in his back. He picked up his pace, grunting as our bodies slapped together. Everything inside me exploded as he kept going, until I felt him release his warmth deep within.
Breathing hard, he rolled us onto our sides, still connected. We’d made love until all our energy was spent. Lying face to face, he kissed my hand, his eyes growing heavy.
“When we go our separate ways, I don’t want you to forget me,” I whispered.
“That’s not going to be possible, firecracker.”
“Will you miss me?”
His eyes closed and he smiled. “Every day.”
I laid there, waiting on him to open his eyes and say more, but he didn’t. It was obvious we were going our separate ways. Tears fell down my cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath me, but I didn’t dare let it be known. For over an hour, I watched him fall into a deep sleep until my touch couldn’t even stir him.
In that moment, I made my choice.
I woke up feeling the best I had ever felt in my life. It was my last day in Vegas and I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there and start my new life. Turning over, I found Aylee’s side of the bed cold. “Aylee?” I called. There was no answer. Knowing her, she probably went down to the bakery to get some pastries. My phone beeped and I grabbed it off the nightstand.
Tyler: Everything’s all ready for tonight.
Me: Good. Be there at 7.
For the past week, I’d had a lot to think about, mainly the situation with Aylee. I should’ve told her how I felt earlier, but I wanted everything to be a surprise. Getting out of bed, I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When I got out, I called for her again. “Aylee, you here?”
Still no answer. I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before opening the bedroom door. Everything was quiet. Sliding my wallet in my pocket, I grabbed the room key and walked out. Once the elevator took me down, I went straight to the bakery.
“Mr. Avery,” Jeanine announced. She was the lady who always helped me every time I came down to get breakfast pastries. She was a petite woman with short brown hair and beady brown eyes.
“Good morning, Jeanine.”
She grabbed a box and opened it. “The usual this morning?”
“Yes, please.” She packaged up my pastries and I gave her my card. “You haven’t by any chance seen Aylee have you?”