Page 9 of Hitting the Jackpot (Las Vegas Littles #4)

Jesse

The feel of Lake’s big body under his was heaven on earth. Jesse clutched the boy hard as he thrust over and over. Jesse’s cock had found a home that he never wanted to leave.

The sweet and sexy sounds that Lake made amped up Jesse’s need for the boy.

“Please, Daddy!” Lake begged. “I need to come!”

“Not yet,” Jesse gritted out between his clenched teeth. He thrust hard and fast. “Wait for me.”

“I can’t…” Lake wailed. “Please!”

Gripping Lake’s hips, Jesse paused with his cock buried deep. “Say it again!”

Lake panted. “What? Say what? Please? Please let me come!”

Jesse leaned closer to Lake’s ear. “Call me Daddy,” he demanded.

“Daddy!” Lake repeated. “Please, Daddy!”

Jesse drew back before thrusting again. And again. He held on tight as he rode Lake until his balls drew up. Reaching around, he grasped Lake’s cock and began to jack him along with each deep plunge.

“Now, pretty baby,” Jesse ordered.

Lake cried out and came all over Jesse’s hand as Jesse filled the boy with his seed. Lake shook with aftershocks while Jesse helped him lower himself to the mattress.

Jesse jerked at the ringing of his phone.

“Fuck!” He groaned and rubbed his hands roughly down his face. That dream, that fucking dream, had been hot. And Jesse’s cock was still rock-hard. Jesse reached for his dick, but his phone started to ring again.

“Who the—” Jesse sat up in bed and glanced at his phone on the nightstand. Three in the morning. Who would be calling him at three in the fucking morning? He snatched the phone up, accidently yanking it from the charging cord.

The general manager of the casino.

“Hey, William,” Jesse greeted.

“I’m so sorry to wake you,” William said.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t. Jesse couldn’t have this shit happening when he was with Lake. That was a problem for another day, apparently. “What’s going on?”

“That couple you asked me to look out for? They showed up. They reserved one of our rooms.”

Dread filled him. “You’re sure it’s them?”

“They used the name and identification that you gave me,” William answered.

Fuck! Jesse had hoped that this day would never come. After months without a word or showing. Jesse wished this was over. “Keep an eye on them. Assign someone from security to watch and report everywhere they go. I especially want to know if they go anywhere near the coffee shop.”

“You got it, boss,” William said.

“They just checked in?”

“Yes, it was unusual enough for such a late check-in that it caught my attention,” William said. “I was right there when Maria gave them the keys.”

“What’s the room number?”

“Thirty-seven-twenty,” William replied.

“Thanks, Will. I appreciate the call.”

“You got it, boss. I’ll see you in the morning. Uh, I mean later this morning,” William said.

“I’ll bring you a coffee,” Jesse promised.

“Appreciate it.”

Jesse ended the call. Well at least the call had killed his erection. He debated sending the text then or waiting. Shower, coffee for himself, and then Jesse would check on their guests himself. Then he would send the text. No one else should have to be woken up by this news at this ungodly hour.

He climbed off the bed, naked, and strolled to the bathroom.

One thing he could say about his suite was that it was everything a penthouse should be in fabulous Las Vegas.

Jesse didn’t need five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two bars, two living rooms, office, and multiple entertainment spaces. He was expected to have the best, so he’d put himself in the best.

He would have much preferred the nice house that Remi, Dom, and Lake lived in. Even the smaller but equally nice house that Eric, Ezra, Dane, and Brandon shared. Communal living of sorts. Not something that Jesse would have ever considered once he had enough money to pay rent in a decent place.

Now all he wished was that he was in the same space as Lake.

His boy.

They’d shared one kiss so far.

Jesse had kissed Lake on the doorstep when he’d dropped him off after ice cream.

The sweet kiss that was better than any other interaction that Jesse had in his life.

And admittedly Jesse had his fair share of men when he’d been younger.

None of them compared to the sweetness or wide-eyed wonder that Lake gave to him.

How was Lake still single?

Why didn’t anyone else see what a wonderful human being that Lake truly was? Jesse shouldn’t complain since this gave him the opportunity for his chance with Lake.

Jesse turned on the shower and let it heat up as he walked over to the mirror.

He stared at his reflection, knowing that no one had seen him like this. Not any of the men in his past. Not his brother. The secret under his clothing was for Jesse, or had been, until Lake had come into his life.

The intricate array of tattoos that covered him from collarbone to ankle weren’t just decoration. They hid the years of horror and torture that Jesse didn’t tell anyone about. Ever. Jacob knew but he had his own way of covering up the past.

The scars from cuts and burns were one of the few ways that someone would be able to tell the two of them apart. If Jesse or Jacob allowed anyone that close. They didn’t normally.

The bruises had faded from his body but there was no helping his memories.

Hurts given to him by the man who was supposed to love and protect him.

The feigned ignorance of the woman who had turned a blind eye to what was being done.

His father had been pure evil and even his mother had suffered under his cruel hand.

Still, she’d never shown any kindness to her twin sons. Never tried to save them.

Jesse had started with the tattoos before he’d come up with any kind of plan.

He’d just wanted to get rid of the ghosts from his past.

The little money that they squirreled away went toward rent, food, and tattoos. Until the money started to flow in and Jesse had run out of room on his body. Now Jesse kept the lost and hurt child locked behind the expensive suits and his money.

Jesse turned his back to the mirror.

Lake was in for some surprises as their relationship grew. And Jesse was intent on finally claiming Jesse as his own. The last two days of spending time with Lake was more than Jesse could have asked for. Lake was a pleasure to be around.

The alien had been named Al so now Zeb and Al had found their forever home.

It took too many texts and a lot of planning for the boys’ next visit to the store to make their own new friends, but Jesse had been happy when they had a date for three weeks.

It meant so much to Jesse to be able to spoil the boys.

Stepping into the shower stall, Jesse groaned as the hot water hit his shoulders.

He’d been stressed about his date with Lake.

He knew that Lake wasn’t interested in his money as much as Lake needed someone who accepted him as he was.

Jesse had trouble not offering to ease Lake’s way with his money.

He knew it wouldn’t work. That had just become Jesse’s solution most of the time.

Having to rely on his instincts and he the kind of man that Lake needed was a challenge, but one that Jesse planned to pass.

Lake had the night off so Jesse wouldn’t be seeing him. Maybe it would be okay to spend some money though. Just a little?

* * * * *

Lake

Finishing his lunch, Lake stared at the gift that had arrived earlier.

The arrangement was beautiful. Like really gorgeous. Not anything overdone like the dozen red roses Lake still had from his first dinner in Jesse’s office. This flower arrangement was so much more. An array of bright, colorful flowers, inside a deep vase, wrapped with a yellow ribbon.

If Lake picked out flowers for himself, it would have been those. Not that Lake ever bought himself flowers. That was just silly. He had purchased some for his mom on her birthday and Mother’s Day but never for himself. Lake didn’t even know that men sent other men flowers.

Giving in, Lake leaned forward and smelled the bouquet.

Turned out that he really liked flowers.

They were just so pretty!

He lifted the heavy vase as he looked around. The roses were beside his bed so he could think about Jesse before he went to sleep but this arrangement was too pretty to be locked away in Lake’s room.

The sun was shining through the sliding glass door and window in the dining room though. Lake set them in the middle of the empty table and smiled. Perfect. Now they could all enjoy the flowers. Slipping his hand in his pocket, Lake fingered the little note that had been attached to the vase.

That note was just for him.

A handwritten note.

Lake pulled the note out to reread it.

My Lake,

Thank you again for our date. Something pretty for my pretty. I’ll see you soon!

J

Lake hugged the note to his chest.

Was this romance? It sure felt like it. The fluttering in his belly wasn’t from nerves or the dread that had filled him every time that Lake had to deal with his family.

This freedom was something different, allowing Lake to get excited about dates and the man who’d had his attention for far too long.

A shout caught Lake’s attention, and he stuffed the note back in his pocket before gazing out the window. Dane was putting his K9 Maverick through his morning commands and exercise, which meant that Brandon would be somewhere close.

There he was! Sitting under the porch awning, watching his man and pup.

Lake had been there when Dane had told Brandon that he was too distracting to be outside when Dane and Maverick were working. It appeared that argument hadn’t ended the way Dane wanted. Not if Brandon was out there with a big smile on his face.

As much as Lake didn’t want to be a distraction either, he did want to talk to Brandon. He exited the sliding glass door quietly and stood on his own porch.

Brandon waved and Lake waved back.