Page 50 of The Girlfriend Card (Vegas Sin #4)
Keys
Dakota
I n the chaos of the day, I’d almost completely forgotten that Ottavia was supposed to head back to Stanford today. Okay, I hadn’t forgotten, but the fact that she’d soon be gone didn’t feel real —until we got back to my place and she gathered up the rest of her things, that is.
A hole ached in my mournful heart. I missed her already, even as we snuggled on the couch in my living room, soaking up the last of our time together.
“Ahhhh, man,” I murmured, squeezing her tightly against me. “I can’t believe you gotta leave now . Right when things finally got good and we don’t have to run around or hide anymore.”
“I know … it sucks, huh?” She pulled herself closer against my chest. “But if I can’t get a new flight, maybe I won’t leave, after all.”
“Don’t get my hopes up,” I teased.
While she hadn’t missed her evening flight yet, she couldn’t possibly make it to the airport in time to board, thanks to everything that went down earlier in the day.
Now, her cell phone laid on the coffee table, an annoying jingle playing over and over on the speaker.
She’d been on hold for the past thirty minutes, trying to get a new flight into either San Francisco or San Jose.
The music looped again, starting over for what felt like the thousandth time.
“This jingle is starting to make me lose my mind,” she said with a laugh.
“ Starting ? Lucky. I lost my sanity five minutes in,” I joked. “But … can’t you just buy a new ticket?”
“What, and waste the money I spent on the old one?” She guffawed. “I worked hard for that money all summer!”
“See what I mean? You billionaires really are cheap,” I teased. “Lemme buy you a new ticket, Ottavia.”
“No!” she squealed. “It’s not about the money, it’s about the principle.”
“Uh-huh.” I laughed and pulled her closer. “Well, whatever. Personally, I hope you never get through to an agent.”
She playfully tutted. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yeah, I would.”
“ I’d like that, too,” she admitted wistfully. “But I have to head back to school.”
“I know, babe. I know.”
We held each other tight. While I had in my arms, I looked around the condo and let out a sigh. She hadn’t even left, and yet my place already felt emptier.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked.
“I’m just thinking how much I’m gonna miss seeing your things around.”
“Aw, like what things?” she asked, snuggling against me.
“I dunno. The little notes you write me. The grocery list you leave on the fridge. Or your scrunchies. And those little metal hair pins I find everywhere. Just all the little things that make this place feel like home because they tell me you’re here.”
“Awwww! Dakota, you’re such a sweetie.”
“You know what else I’ll miss?” I asked with a devilish grin. “Seeing your dirty panties in the laundry hamper.”
“Wow. Of course you’d take it somewhere perverted. Creep.” She giggled. “ Please tell me you don’t do anything with my dirty panties, by the way.”
“Nahhh, I’m not a perv like that.” I set my hand between her legs and slowly inched up her thigh. “It’s enough just to see them … a little reminder of how bad I want you that makes me get hard …”
I steadied her face with my hand and leaned in, our lips melting together with a sweltering kiss.
“I’ll miss making you breakfast, too,” I said.
“ I’ll miss your breakfast, too.” She smiled, a touch of sadness in her eyes. “But we’ll figure it out, right?”
“Definitely,” I said, nodding my head with conviction. “Long distance sucks. But it’s not forever. Really, we’ll only be apart for a few more months.”
“And you’ll come up to see me, right?”
“For sure! I’ll be coming up there to harass you constantly ,” I teased.
“Is that a promise?” she countered, a sparkle in her eye.
“God, I love you,” I said.
“I love you, too.”
The sudden sound of silence came as a relief. The hold music blaring on her cell phone speaker had finally ceased, and a ticket agent answered, his voice urgent and his words running together. “Hello, thank you for waiting, how can I help you today?”
Ottavia stirred to get out of my lap and lunged off the couch to reach for the phone.
“Hello?” The agent sounded impatient and increasingly annoyed that she hadn’t instantly responded. “Hello??”
Ottavia finally snatched up her phone. “Hi there! Yes, I’ve got a flight and seven, and I’m hoping to—”
“Hello???” The agent spoke over Ottavia. “Are you there???”
“Oh shoot! It’s still on mute!” Ottavia quickly fumbled with her phone to unmute it, but it was too late—the agent hung up on her and moved on. Ottavia sighed. “ Great. Now there’s no way I’ll get my flight switched.”
I grimaced. I mean, yeah, I wanted to keep her with me as long as I could … but not like this.
“I swear, flying is such a pain,” she said. “And I don’t even like flying. I’d much rather drive.”
I paused, realizing the solution was in front of us all along. “Why don’t you, then?”
“Like take an Uber, you mean?” she asked.
I chuckled. “No, I mean you drive . ”
“I don’t have a car, Dakota.”
“I’m saying, why don’t you take the Mercedes? You drove it all summer.”
“I can’t take your car with me to school!”
“Why not?” I asked with a shrug.
“Because it’s your car.”
“The Merc was my winter car, but I don’t need a winter car in Las Vegas. I’m fine driving the Porsche all year.” I paused, my brow furrowing. “In fact … don’t I still owe you thirty grand? For playing Jane?”
She snickered and rolled her eyes. “Because that went so well.”
“I’d say it did go well.” I grabbed her hand and held it in mine. “Really, really well, in fact. Because now I’ve got you.”
“Aw, Dakota! You’re such a sweetie, and a cheeseball, all at the same time.”
I grinned. “The point is, I told you I’d pay you, but I never did. That ain’t right. I believe a man’s debts gotta be settled.” I got up, fetched the Mercedes keys, and held them out to Ottavia. “I want you to have the car, okay?”
She didn’t take the keys.
“Take ’em,” I insisted.
“Are you sure? ” she asked, her brow furrowing.
“Absolutely. It’s yours,” I assured her. “Honestly, I hate the idea that you’re up there with no way to get around but taxis and asking people for rides and shit. I want you to be able to get around, to have your freedom.”
Touched, she allowed a fond smile to grace her lips. “Thank you, Dakota. You have no idea how much that means to me.” She took the keys. “You’re such an amazing man.”
“Don’t mention it, babe,” I said. “Besides, you look incredibly sexy in that car.”
“I do?” she asked, surprise in her voice.
“Are you kidding? A hot Italian babe behind the wheel of an S-Class? Oh hell yeah, you do!”
She giggled, climbed into my lap, and planted a long and juicy kiss on my lips.
“Bad news, Dakota,” she said playfully.
“Oh no. I hate bad news,” I said. I tightly gripped her ass with both hands and held her near. “What is it?”
“My first class is at eight in the morning tomorrow,” she said, a pout on her lips.
“And why is that bad news?”
“Because it’s a nine-hour drive to Stanford,” she said.
“Oh. Shit.” I gulped, looking at the clock. If she left right now and drove the whole way without stopping, she’d be getting in at four in the morning—which was maybe enough time to have a little cat nap before class.
“I guess you’d better get going, huh,” I said, a sinking in my heart.
“Mm-hm. Which means we’ve only got a few more minutes together,” she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. “How would you like to spend them?”
She walked her nails down my chest, a seductive tease that made my cock begin to swell.
“Ottavia …?” I groaned, trying to keep my composure.
A mischievousness glimmered in her eyes. “Yes?”
“If you need to leave … you’re playing with fire,” I managed to croak, my throat tight.
“Playing with fire, am I?” She giggled and bit her lip. “Ohhh noooo. Playing with fire sounds very unsafe. What if I get burned—”
Before she could finish, I swiftly lifted her off my lap and flipped her over. In the blink of an eye, I was between her legs. She let out a delighted squeal, awed by my show of strength. She surrendered her jeans to me, and her panties right after.
I quickly threw off my own jeans and underwear. My hefty cock throbbed with desire, wanting her glistening folds.
“Hurry,” she whispered as I spread her legs and mounted her. “We only have time for a quickie.”
She was so wet, my cock glided right into her tight walls. We both made sounds of pleasure as I rocked and swiveled into her, widening her with my girth.
“God, I love you,” I whispered when my hips ground to a halt.
“I love you, ” she moaned.
Our lips locked, and Ottavia pushed against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Up against the clock, we made love on the couch—hard, fast, dirty love—scandalizing the poor fish one last time.
Until next time Ottavia comes to town, that is.