Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(45)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Nikki looked thoughtful. “I do really want the little cakes.”

“No one else can pull off Cinderella mini-cakes the way you can. Same with the gown. We have white gloves for you, and a cape, and a muff. Never again will you have the chance to wear a muff.”

Lips pursed together, Nikki nodded slowly. “Maybe I should think about this. Maybe I should tell Jonas no.”

“I think you’ll be happier if you do,” Suzanne told her, squeezing her hands. “Look, I have a picture of your invitations.” She pulled out her phone and showed the ivory and blue vellum invitations to Nikki.

“Those are beautiful.”

“Only the best for you. They’re going out in the mail on Monday.”

“Yeah.” Nikki chewed her lip. “I’ll talk to you later, Suzanne. I’d better catch Jonas before he buys the Elvis wedding package.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at the awards ceremony.”

As Nikki wandered off, her fur slipping off her shoulders, Suzanne felt both relief and disgust. Part of her sighed in total relief that she had just secured her paycheck, yet she also felt kind of sick to her stomach for manipulating Nikki. The thing was, she knew in the end Nikki did want the big wedding and would be happier having had it, but Nikki’s feelings weren’t what had motivated her.

Saving her own ass was what had driven her to talk Nikki down off the elopement ledge.

That was something she wasn’t exactly proud of, and she stood there in the lobby wondering what the hell she was actually doing with her life.

RYDER only had a couple of free hours, but he intended to take full advantage of them. Not to mention he felt bad for abandoning Suzanne for work stuff, and from the look on her face, she’d been bored while he was gone.

But she seemed to have the same plan as he did, because he’d barely gotten the door closed before she was on him and they were tugging at each other’s clothes. He wanted to ask her if she had missed him, but he didn’t want to spoil the moment, or have her stop and think, or do anything other than exactly what she was doing.

Ryder plunged his tongue into her mouth, his hands already sliding down to cup her breast. Of course, his hands had nothing on the eagerness of hers. Suzanne already had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and she went on in, stroking up and down on him.

Desire hit him like going into the wall at the track. “Damn, Suz, were you watching  p**n  while I was gone? If you were, you should do that more often.”

Suzanne was already dropping to her knees, and Ryder fell back against the door of the hotel suite. “I just thought it sucked that we haven’t had sex yet today.”

“It did suck.” Ryder closed his eyes as she closed over his cock. Suzanne was one of the few women he’d encountered who really seemed to dig giving head. One of the many qualities she possessed that he fully appreciated. “And now you’re sucking, and shit, that feels good.”

Suzanne knew she was being reckless and crazy, but she wanted Ryder. She wanted him in her, on her, taking her. She didn’t know what she was doing next year, next week, hell, even tomorrow, and there were a lot of things dancing around her head that scared the shit out of her, but right now, right here, none of that mattered. All that mattered was driving Ryder crazy and letting him do the same to her.

She loved doing this to him, taking him into her mouth while he made those sounds, those grunts and moans that told her he was totally losing control. Right when she thought he might go over the edge, she stood up, shoving her jeans and panties down together as quickly as she could.

Ryder took her shoulders and threw her against the wall, grabbing onto one of her legs and hitching it over his. Her pants were somewhere around her calves, but it didn’t matter. He had clearance and he pushed up into her, the angle creating a delicious fullness and pressure.

“Ryder,” she managed, then felt all the breath whoosh out of her lungs as he thrust again, and she grabbed on to his shoulders so she didn’t fall.

After he licked his finger, his free hand snaked down between them and tweaked her clitoris, and Suzanne embarrassed herself by coming, a sharp unexpected burst of ecstasy.

Ryder’s eyes widened, then he pumped harder, hand slapping on the wall behind her for leverage. A minute later, he joined her, and they clung to each other, to the wall, clothes cockeyed and damp, breathing jagged and heavy.

“Now that’s what I call a hello,” Ryder said.

Suzanne swallowed hard and enjoyed the aftershocks of his penis pulsing in her. “I’m very friendly.”

“And I’m very lucky.”

Not wanting to analyze that statement, Suzanne still couldn’t help but stare into his eyes a little, seeking an answer to a question she didn’t even understand.

Just enjoy the moment. That’s what she had to do.

Now was not the time to worry about the future. That would slap her in the face on Monday, so there was no point in ruining Saturday worrying about it.

It was what it was and nothing more, even if she had to have billboards made to remind her of that fact.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SUZANNE gave Ryder that look he knew so well. “Since when are you superstitious?” she asked, assessing him.

“Since forever,” he told her with excessive embellishment as he helped her out of the cab, feeling reckless and damn pleased with the weekend, his life, and his ex-wife.

“I don’t think playing the same slot machine we did six years ago makes one wit of difference. It’s just dumb luck.”

“Indulge me,” he told her, reaching out and kissing the tip of her nose.

Suzanne made a face and swatted at his hand, but she laughed. “I think all this sex is going to your head.”

“Speaking of head, that was—”

She cut him off with a shushing sound as they walked through the door of the Bellagio. “We’re in public! Knock it off.” Then she paused as they entered the lobby. “Wow. Déjà vu. It’s kind of weird to be back here for the first time since . . . that night.”

Ryder had been to Vegas many times since their wedding and honeymoon, but it had never been the same. That had been a wonderful weekend, rivaled only by this one, and he couldn’t help but want to repeat some of it. “How much did we win that night? A thousand bucks?”

“No. It was five hundred. We got massages with it the next day and still had enough for a swanky dinner.”

“I could go for a massage.” Ryder went up to the window and registered his card. “Blow on this for good luck,” he told Suz.