Page 4 of Crossing the Red Line (Vancouver Dominators)

Lucas

“She’s a gem, darling. Don’t let her go this time,” my mother whispered as she hugged me one more time.

I’d been proud of how well Ella coped in such an awkward situation. She’d surpassed all of my expectations. Like before, she hit it off with my mother and she’d shown that we were ‘the real deal.’ She also smoothed things over with Corinne, which wasn’t ever an easy feat.

In fact, she’d sold the idea of us so well with each brief touch, brief whisper, and smile that I even had to reel myself in throughout the night.

I was so grateful to her for helping me with this and selling the entire relationship idea, I wasn’t even sure I knew if what she’d asked me to do would be enough to repay her.

We stepped out of the restaurant and began walking toward the elevator we’d come down in when I stopped and turned to her.

“Are you tired?” I questioned.

Ella smiled at me and shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”

“Feel like going out for a couple of drinks?”

She glanced around at the people walking past us and then shrugged her shoulders. “Not sure. I’ve never been to Vegas.”

“What? You’ve never been to Vegas? Guy Larson’s only daughter has never been to Vegas?” I questioned.

She laughed. Maybe my surprise sounded silly to her, but this was Vegas we were talking about. How had she never been?

“Nope, never.” She shrugged.

I grinned. “Well, you are definitely in Vegas with the right Dominator. I love it here.”

“Why does it sound like I should be afraid of that?” she asked, giggling.

“Not a thing to be afraid of. Let’s go,” I said, taking her hand in mine and pulling her toward the exit door of the hotel.

We headed to a quiet little place the boys and I had found one of the last times we’d come to Vegas for a game, and the pair of us snuck inside. We grabbed a table near the back of the bar and ordered a few drinks.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been here,” I said again as I passed her the drink I’d ordered for her.

“What’s this?” she questioned.

“Just trust me,” I said, waiting while she stared at the drink.

“Oh god, I don’t think so.” Ella giggled.

“Come on, just trust me. I would let nothing happen to you,” I assured her, handing her the drink.

She cautiously accepted it and took a sip. Her eyes lit up as she smiled. “Oh, that is yummy.”

“I told you. Stick with me, babe, I won’t steer you wrong.”

“Keep feeding me these drinks and you don’t have to worry about me going anywhere,” she said, sucking down more of the drink.

“Whoa, Ella, slow down. Those are strong. You’ll be on your face if you don’t.”

She looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and smiled. “Would you catch me?”

I couldn’t do anything but shake my head as she placed her empty glass down on the table.

Those drinks had been a disaster for Dylan the first time he’d had them right after he’d broken up with Carlie.

It had taken him almost three days to recover.

There was no way I could allow her to have any more.

“Would you like another drink?” I heard someone ask, and I looked over to the edge of the table to see the server standing there and Ella shaking her glass.

“I think we are gonna pass on another one of those,” I said, catching the nasty look Ella was giving me for cutting her off before she’d gotten started. “Perhaps just a gin and tonic for her.”

“I don’t want a gin and tonic. I want another one of those,” she told the server, completely ignoring what I’d said.

If she wanted a hangover from hell, who the hell was I to stop it? The server glanced at me, and I simply nodded and watched as she walked away. When I turned back to Ella, she sat there watching me strangely.

“Why don’t you want me to have another one of those?” she questioned.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. I just don’t want to see you in pain tomorrow for shopping with my sisters and mother, remember? Those drinks, they have a kick to them, best enjoyed one per night. Just ask Hayes.” I chuckled, remembering how much of a damn baby he’d been the next day.

“Oh, I sense a story,” she said, clapping her hands together. “You know I love a story.”

“Oh, there is one, but it’s best to ask him. I wouldn’t want to ruin his opportunity to relive that night.” I chuckled.

“Do you guys like to torture each other?”

“Damn straight. Don’t bet for a single second that if I did something stupid they wouldn’t be all over me to relive it. The worst part is, they’d make shit up to go with it if given the opportunity.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Nah, not horrible. Its just guys being guys.” I winked. “Can’t take it personally. I know in a heartbeat I could go to any one of them if I needed something, and they’d be there.”

“Wow, so almost like brothers.”

“You got it. Which, as you know, I wasn’t lucky enough to have.”

“Yeah, but it seems like your sisters still really care about you.”

I nodded. “But you saw how they reacted tonight at first.”

“Yeah, but I think that was because they’d caught onto your game of avoidance and figured you were lying about being with someone. Either that or they were just shocked to see me there with you.”

“Well, I need to thank you for being such a good sport. You really helped make it believable.”

“Not a problem. It was fun. I just don’t know what we are going to do about Christmas and New Year’s now.” She laughed as she took a sip of the fresh drink the server had placed on the table.

She met my eyes as the music got louder.

“Want to dance?” I questioned, nodding toward the dance floor.

“Sure.” She shrugged, placing her drink down and sliding out from her seat.

We laughed and danced to the next four songs before the music changed to a slow song. As she smiled at me and went to leave the dance floor, I reached out and grabbed the back of her sweater, pulling her back toward me.

Things were easier with Ella than they’d ever been. In fact, all night it felt as if we’d never broken up, and that was only because everything felt so fucking easy.

“What?” She smiled as she turned around and faced me.

“Dance with me?” I asked, my voice low.

She studied my eyes and her expression grew serious.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

The beat of the music and the gentle swaying of our bodies made it difficult for me to take my eyes off her.

I pulled her tighter, and with her hands shaking, she slowly slipped her arms around my neck and looked up at me.

I couldn’t stop myself. I wet my lips and brought my mouth to hers, kissing her hard. I expected a slap when I pulled away, but when she didn’t fight me, I wrapped my hand in her hair and brought my lips back to hers, my tongue washing through her mouth.

The moment the song was over, I pulled her off the dance floor. I wanted to be hidden behind the door of our room, in private, where things could go further should we want them to.

“Where are we going?” she asked as I dropped some money on the table and led her out of the bar.

“Back to the hotel,” I said.

It wasn’t long before we entered the Palazzo and headed to the elevators. The moment we were back inside our room, I took her and pressed her up against the wall, kissing her hard.

It had been hard enough not to take her downstairs right outside the bar, but now, in the privacy of our own suite, I wasn’t holding back. I wanted her.

I kissed her lips, down the side of her neck to her shoulders.

She ran her fingers through my thick hair and let out a tiny moan when I brought my lips back to hers.

I reached around her as I continued to kiss her and pulled at the zipper at the back of her dress.

Slowly inching it down, I pulled the material off her shoulders, letting her dress fall to a pile at her feet.

Our lips parted and my eyes danced down her body, at her full breasts that were spilling out over her bra, to her waist and hips. She was fucking gorgeous.

I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of being inside her, and I grabbed her and hoisted her over my shoulder. She let out a tiny scream followed by a laugh as her hands rested on my ass, balancing herself.

“Don’t get too grabby,” I said, gently smacking her.

“You either.” She giggled as I carried her through the suite and to my bedroom, where I carefully placed her on the floor.

The moment I straightened up, she looked at me, biting her bottom lip as she stepped forward and started undoing the buttons on my shirt one by one until it hung open, exposing my chest. She ran her hands over my abs and up to my pecks, then she looked up at me as she slowly ran her hands back down my chest until I felt her tug at my belt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned, trying hard to keep my breathing steady as she undid my belt, the button on my pants and then my zipper.

My pants fell to my feet, and I watched her expression as her eyes washed over me.

They were as hungry with need as I’m sure mine were, and as she ran her hand over my boxers, gripping my hardened cock, I couldn’t help but inhale deeply.

“Well?” I asked again.

She looked up at me with those hungry eyes. Immediately, I bent down and met her lips again, this time pulling her over toward the bed where we both lay down. I undid her bra with one hand and waited while she slid the straps down her arms, exposing her breasts to me.

I took hold of her hips and guided her to straddle me, then I took her breasts in my hands, feeling the weight of them as I ran my thumbs over her nipples.

She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as I sat up and took one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around it, and gently taking it between my teeth.

She wrapped her arms around my head as I continued to suck and flick her nipple with my tongue, and she let out a sexy moan that sent a surge of heat through my body.

When I let her go, she met my lips, kissing me hard. I lifted her off me and moved her onto the bed beside me, my hands exploring her body. I took hold of the waistband of her panties, inching them down her body as I removed my boxers, freeing my aching cock.

“Tell me you brought protection?” she whispered between kisses.

I nodded. I didn’t want her to think I’d been hoping this would happen, but you never damn well know, and I’d learned over the years it was always better to be prepared than to be caught in a situation like this without it.

I leaned over, opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a condom, holding it out for her, and then lay back against the bed, placing my arms behind my head once she’d taken the condom from me.

I watched her as her eyes fell to my cock, then she carefully ripped open the wrapper.

I closed my eyes at the feel of her hand as she rolled the condom on me.

She looked up at me, want in her eyes. I didn’t waste a second.

I pushed her down onto the bed, got up on my knees, careful not to put too much of my weight on my bad knee, and took hold of her legs, pulling her down toward me.

She let out a giggle as I lifted her legs up, resting them on my shoulders.

“Ready?” I questioned.

Her eyes gleaming with anticipation, she let out a nervous giggle, then nodded as I lined myself up to her entrance.

She was so damn tight, she felt amazing as I began inching my way inside her.

I watched her expression and stopped at the first sight of any pain or discomfort.

I knew I was larger than most men, and while we’d been together before, I knew it would take her time to adjust to me again.

I met her lips and slid my hand between her legs, my fingers dancing over her clit, hoping to help her relax.

“Lucas…” she moaned as I continued. “You should stop before I…”

“No way, baby, I won’t push you over the edge, not yet,” I said, watching her as she closed her eyes and fisted the sheets.

When she began breathing faster, I stopped rubbing her, lined myself up at her entrance, and slowly inched my way inside her, stopping to allow her to adjust to me before I slid deeper into her.

I went back to drawing slow circles over her clit while pushing myself into her as far as I could go; she let out a deep moan, her fingers digging into my back.

I grabbed one pillow, placed it under her hips, and let her legs fall off my shoulders to rest on my forearms. I leaned forward, meeting her lips as I started thrusting in and out of her.

The more she moaned, I quickened my pace, sinking deep into her, and when she shouted my name, something inside me knew I didn’t want to let her go.

I wanted to claim her, ruin her for anyone else.

I sped up my pace, reached down between us, and stroked her clit as I continued to pound into her. I wanted her to come undone, to remember exactly what it felt like to be with me. I could feel her tighten around me as she screamed my name and dug her nails into my back.

The sound of her moans soon turned to whimpers as I continued to claim her. Before long, I could feel the build of my release at the base of my spine and knew I couldn’t hold off. Three more deep pumps were all it took for me to let go.