Without Regret (Devil's Playground #1) (7 page)

16

Cassidy had managed to keep it together after Isaiah had diffused the situation, during their uneventful trip back to Devil’s Playground, and even long enough for some man who claimed he was a doctor to check Jordan out in Isaiah’s office.

But that didn’t last long when Isaiah confronted her while her brother was talking on the phone with Max and Courtney Adorite.

“You okay?” Isaiah asked, his voice soft, soothing, as though he was truly concerned about her well-being.

He placed his finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him. That was when Cassidy lost it.

Throwing her arms around Isaiah’s waist, she held on to him, every ounce of the fear she’d had when they’d found her brother tied to a chair and beaten rushing out of her in a flood of tears.

“Hey,” Isaiah crooned against her ear. “Everything’s fine now.”

“I know,” she sobbed.

But she didn’t know.

Sure, Jordan was alive, and his debt with that man had been settled, but there was still the fact that someone had paid off his debt, which meant he wasn’t out of the hot seat. And it also left Cassidy wondering where she and Isaiah stood. Now that she was safe, would he simply walk away?

Did she want more from him?

Did it even matter?

It took a minute for her to master her resolve, but Cassidy finally reined in the tears, forcing herself to get a firm grip on her emotions.

Isaiah pulled back and looked down at her. Wiping her face with the heels of her hands, Cassidy hoped she didn’t look as bad as she felt.

“The club’s going to open in a few minutes. I need to get out there.”

“Is it safe for me to go home?” she asked.

Isaiah didn’t respond immediately, making her wonder what he was thinking about.

“Not yet,” he finally said. “There’re a couple of loose ends that Jake and Hayden are taking care of now. You can stay with me tonight?”

The last sentence was posed as a question, and Cassidy clung to the hope that had filled her chest earlier that day when they’d made love in his bed. Nodding her agreement, she tried to take a step back.

“Until then, I want you to come to work with me tonight. Will you do that?”

That question surprised her. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“If we go right now, you can pick something out at the boutique.”

Cassidy couldn’t find any reason to argue with him. She wanted to spend more time with him, especially if they would be going their separate ways soon. For a woman who was known for her level-headedness, she knew her reaction to Isaiah was anything but. However, she had a valid reason… She simply didn’t want their time together to end.

Sliding her hand into his, Cassidy forced a smile as she peered up into his beautiful brown eyes. “Okay.”

An hour later, Cassidy was walking through the club, hand in hand with Isaiah as he greeted people, taking the time to actually talk to the VIP guests one on one, ensuring they were having a good time and checking to see if they needed anything.

It was surreal, his job. Isaiah was toe-to-toe with the rich and famous. There were so many people that Cassidy recognized from popular movies, plenty of music stars, all shoulder to shoulder with Isaiah, treating him as though he were their best friend while they all had a good time at Devil’s Playground.

Sure, she’d heard of the place but had never been, even though she’d lived in Vegas her entire life. Although the club was nice—nicer than nice, actually—it still wasn’t her thing. Sure, she liked the setup, the fancy water features that flowed throughout, the various seating areas, the LED lighting that gave the place a sexy, almost romantic feel, but it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a night out.

She had to admit, despite that, she was having a good time with Isaiah. He politely introduced her to everyone he spoke with, seemingly proud that she was there with him. It gave her a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in so long.

Not once during the night did she worry about Jordan. She knew he was there, still being protected by Isaiah’s bodyguards because they had some unfinished business to attend to tomorrow. No, her entire focus was on Isaiah. As though she were taking it all in, memorizing every physical detail so that she could hang on to it when this was all over.

“Your brother asked to speak with you,” Isaiah told her as he led her toward a set of stairs. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”

Cassidy nodded and then ascended the stairs when Isaiah motioned her up.

When she reached the second floor, her eyes took a moment to focus in the dark, but then she noticed Jordan sitting at a table near the wall. As she approached, he got to his feet, pulling her into a hug as soon as she was close enough.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her ear.

“For?” she asked, pulling back and looking at him.

His face was still puffy, but his eye was no longer swollen shut. It was clear he’d showered and changed.

When Jordan motioned for her to sit down, Cassidy pulled the spare chair closer to him, then eased into it.

“Are you really okay?” she asked, sensing a nervous tension in her brother.

“I will be,” he told her, his gaze darting around the area as though he were seeking someone.

“When?”

“When what?” he countered.

“When will you be okay?”

“When this is all settled,” he said simply. “I’m supposed to meet with Isaiah tomorrow. Then I’ll be having a conversation with Max Adorite.” Jordan’s eyes searched the area once more before settling on her. “Do you know who these people are, Cass?”

“Yes,” she answered simply.

“You realize you’ve gotten involved with the mafia?” he asked incredulously.

Cassidy leaned closer. “You realize the
mafia
saved your ass today?”

“I know that,” he replied, a frustrated hint to his tone. “And I’m grateful. But I don’t think you should be mixed up with them.”

“Too late for that,” she told him.

“Cass—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Don’t go all big brother on me, Jordan. I know who these people are. And in case you don’t remember, it’s your fault I’m involved at all. So, spare me the good advice. I don’t need it.”

Jordan’s face fell and Cassidy knew she’d hurt him. As much as she hated that fact, she couldn’t see any other way to deal with her brother at the moment. He was always willing to give advice but never seemed to take any. At this point, he still had some debts to settle, and she only hoped Max would be lenient with him.

“So what now?” he asked, his gaze never leaving the table.

“We get back to normal life. And you…” Cassidy waited until he looked at her. “You get some help.”

Jordan nodded, but she didn’t see sincerity in his gaze. She knew him, knew he’d be the first to make a dozen promises, but he never followed through on them. This time, because he had gotten in with the mafia—as he referred to them—he wasn’t going to have much of a choice.

“Don’t make any promises,” she said before he could speak. “We’ll get through this together, okay?”

Jordan nodded, his eyes widening as though he was happy with the idea of her helping him.

A warm hand landed on her shoulder, and Cassidy turned to see Isaiah standing beside her. She smiled up at him, then got to her feet. Glancing back at Jordan, she smiled. “I get to make the promises this time.”

Allowing Isaiah to lead her away from the table, Cassidy felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She wasn’t going to worry about Jordan right now. He was right where he needed to be, and she knew he was looking for a way out, but Isaiah wouldn’t allow that to happen. Not until they settled their business. In the meantime, it would give him time to think things through. Her brother wasn’t usually so selfish, but he did have a problem. A problem that she vowed to help him through as long as he was willing. And now that he was in the position he was in, she didn’t think he had much of a choice.

So for now, she decided to let the heavy thoughts go. There’d be plenty of time to deal with those later.

“You ready for a break?” Isaiah asked suddenly.

Cassidy turned to look at Isaiah, realizing for the first time that they’d stopped in a relatively quiet corridor on the second floor of the club.

“Sure,” she told him, not certain what he had in mind.

The smile he shot back at her made her toes curl. It was a promise.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he led her down the hall.

“My office.”

Less than a minute later, that was exactly where they were. His office.

Alone.

Isaiah flipped the lock on the door and stalked her, forcing her back until her butt hit the edge of his desk.

“Have I told you how hot you look in this dress?” he asked.

Cassidy shook her head but added a flirty smile. He had told her, right after she’d put it on. At the time, she’d seen the gleam in his eyes, and she’d been proud of her selection. The slinky red number wasn’t something she would’ve picked out on her own, but the woman at the store had told her that it would set off her hair. She’d been right, and when Isaiah had looked at her after she’d changed, the heat she’d seen in his eyes had been proof.

Isaiah’s hands slid up her thighs, forcing the short, tight dress higher until the red thong she’d purchased was the only thing separating her sex from his touch.

He stole her breath when he solved that problem, sliding her panties to the side and teasing her labia with his big, warm fingers.

“I’ve been dying to get inside you again,” he told her, his breath warm against her lips, his finger sliding through her slit.

“So why’d you wait so long?” she teased.

Isaiah smiled, the slight shift of his facial muscles reaching all the way to his eyes.

“You’re wet,” he said. “For me?”

“Only you,” she whispered, realizing how true the words were as soon as they were out of her mouth.

It’d been a long time since Cassidy had felt something for a man, something this intense, this all-consuming. She was a cautious woman, but with Isaiah, she lost every ounce of her inhibitions.

And she didn’t care.

Everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, everything she’d said and done, she was perfectly content with. It didn’t matter to her that Isaiah was part of a mafia family, that he had killed a man while protecting her.

If she had to relive it all over again, she wouldn’t change a thing.

She didn’t have a single regret.

17

Isaiah had been telling the truth when he’d said he was dying to get inside her again. He’d thought about little else since they’d arrived back at the club. And throughout the night, when he had been making the rounds inside Devil’s Playground, he had been tempted to pull Cassidy into a dark corner so he could do just that.

Now they had a little privacy, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

Sliding his finger through her slick folds, Isaiah pushed inside her, fingering her slowly while she moaned sweetly against his mouth.

“You like that? When I finger you?”

“Yes,” she said on a breathless moan. “So much.”

He did, too. The scent of her, the sexy sounds she made… It went to his head like nothing else.

“Tell me to eat your pussy, Cassidy,” he said softly.

“Yes,” she replied. “Please.”

“Tell me,” he insisted, pulling back enough to make eye contact with her. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Eat my … pussy,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.

It was enough, just hearing those dirty words coming from her sweet mouth… Definitely enough.

Crouching in front of her, Isaiah replaced his finger with his tongue, delving through her smooth folds, tasting her, teasing her.

God, he’d never get enough. He could eat her for hours, never stopping, just to hear her moans, to feel her fingers clasping his hair.

As she ground her pussy against his mouth, Isaiah pushed his finger inside her again, then two. Slowly fucking her while he suckled her clit, looking up at the beautiful woman who had managed, in the matter of a day, to capture a piece of him that he hadn’t realized was afloat. But here he was, and this … this few minutes they had to themselves… Isaiah intended to show her how good it could be, because he couldn’t see spending tomorrow without her. Or the day after that.

“Isaiah. Oh, God. I need to … feel you … inside me. Fuck me,” she cried out, thrusting her hips forward against his intruding fingers while she pulled his hair, urging him back to his feet.

He did as she asked, standing to his full height, retrieving the condom he’d placed in his wallet a short time ago, then releasing his cock and sheathing himself. And then …

Heaven.

He was pushing inside her, her pussy clamping on his dick, squeezing him, milking him, making him crazy with want.

“Cass … you … God, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt in her warmth. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.

Cassidy’s arms came around his neck, her legs around his hips, her ass perched on the edge of his desk as he began thrusting into her. Harder, faster, deeper.

He feared he would never get enough. Not in this lifetime.

Pulling back to look at her, he locked his gaze with hers. Searching. Seeking.

He wanted to know if what he’d seen there earlier had only been a figment of his imagination.

The way Cassidy’s hooded gaze locked with his … he knew she felt it too.

This wasn’t just sex. He’d had that enough to know that this was more.

So much more.

“Cassidy… Aww, fuck, baby. Too good.”

He thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, holding her with one arm around her back, the other on his desk for traction.

“Harder,” Cassidy pleaded. “Never stop, Isaiah. Never.”

He didn’t intend to, but his body had other ideas. Her muscles tightened around his cock, a surge of pleasure igniting in his veins.

He wanted to fuck her into oblivion, to continue with the punishing thrusts of his hips until she was screaming his name and begging for more.

So. Fucking. Good.

“Isaiah,” she breathed, her fingernails digging into his scalp, electrical pulses of pleasure-pain darting down his spine.

“I’m here, Cass. Right here with you, baby.” Panting, he continued to thrust into her. “I could do this forever, sinking my dick into your pretty pussy. Aww, that’s it, baby. Squeeze my dick.”

Her muscles tightened, her breath rushing out of her lungs as she moaned. He was going to come if she kept… Her legs locked tightly around him, the shift of her hips changing the angle, sending him closer to the razor-sharp edge that he hovered over. Crushing his mouth to hers, Isaiah pounded into her, fucking her mercilessly, desperate to make her come.

“Yes,” she breathed sharply, breaking the kiss when she tossed her head back. “God, yes!”

Her muscles locked on his cock once more, her legs tightening around his hips as her orgasm crested, sending him right over the edge with her.

Neither of them moved, holding one another until their breathing was somewhat regulated. Even then, Isaiah didn’t let her go.

“You okay?” she asked, her fingers sliding through his hair.

“Never better,” he whispered, his forehead against her neck.

“So, what do we do now?”

He knew by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t talking about cleaning up and going back to work. Cassidy wanted to know about what the future held for them.

Lifting his head and looking directly into her eyes, he swallowed hard. “That’s your call.”

“Mine? Why mine?”

“I’ve … never done this before.”

Cassidy’s smile lit her entire face, and her laugh made him grin.

“You know what I meant,” he added.

Her smile faded, her face sobering. “I do know. And I’ve … never done this before, either.”

“There’s a first time for everything. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

“I think so,” she answered easily.

“Then I say we take this one day at a time.”

Her smile returned, and the vise grip on his heart loosened somewhat.

“I like that plan. A lot.”

Good. Because he didn’t know how else to tell her that he had no intention of walking away.