Then, like clockwork. “
You sorry muthafucka! I’m gonna make you wish you’d never been born!
” followed closely by, “
Bitch, you done lost yo damn mind! Put the knife down!
” Page and I have heard this exact same fight so many times that we mouth the words as they’re hollered through the wall. As usual, I take Fat Albert—yes, that’s the name he dubbed himself with when he got into pimping—while Page acts out the roll of Felicia, the wayward prostitute that truly believes her overweight pimp’s in love with her. It’s sad, really.
“
I should cut your goddamned dirty dick off, you piece-a-shit!
” Felicia/Page continues.
“
Woman!
” I mouth along with Fat Albert. “
You go anywhere near my dick with that blade and I’ll bitchslap the hooker outta you!
”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Gavin growls as he throws his napkin down on the table and climbs to his feet. “That’s it. Pack your shit.”
“Huh?” Page asks at the same time I cock my brow in confusion. “Why?”
“Because there’s no goddamned way I’m letting you stay here with that shit happening next fucking door. Now go pack a bag. Both of you.”
“Gavin,” I say in a soothing voice. “It’s okay. Really, they do this all the time.”
“So I gathered from the spot on lip-sync you and Page just did,” he grinds out, that tick in his jaw coming back full force.
“In a few minutes, Felicia will put the knife down and it’ll change from shouts to sex moans. Not saying that’s better or anything. Trust me, I’ve seen Fat Albert, he comes by his name honestly, but I’m just saying they’re harmless.”
“Harmless?” he asks in exasperation. “That’s not fucking harmless, Penelope. And if you two have become so desensitized to that shit, I’m seriously worried. Now. Go. Pack. A. Bag. I’m taking you two back to the hotel with me.”
“Gavin,” I say at the same time Page pipes up with, “We can’t afford to stay at Hotel Paragon! Are you crazy?”
“Don’t you worry about that,” he replies in a low, ominous voice that makes the hairs on my arm stand on end. I’ve seen Focused Gavin, I’ve seen Intense Gavin, hell, I’ve seen In The Throws of Orgasm Gavin. But I’ve never seen him with such fierce, calculated determination before. The vibe in the air is
don’t fuck with me
and it’s thick.
“But what about Graham?” I ask. “Is he going to be okay with us taking another one of his rooms?”
“Let me handle Graham. You handle packing your shit so I can get you out of this hell hole.” His last statement is punctuated by a thud against the wall we share with Fat Albert and Felicia, followed closely by her moaning as Fat Albert begins to grunt at a fast pace. Gavin looks positively horrified. “You’ve got three minutes, make it count.”
“Should we tell him they’ll be done by then?” Page whispers with a giggle as we head to our rooms to pack.
“Nah, we’ll let him figure that out. I can’t believe he’s making us leave such a peaceful place. I’m going to miss it.”
We both laugh as we break apart and step into our rooms. “I’m not,” Page calls. Three minutes later, we’re toting bags on our shoulders and waltzing back into the living room just as Fat Albert lets out a high pitched squeal.
“Thank fuck,” Gavin sighs. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Page and I look at each other with wide grins before turning back to the wall. Then together we call out, “Bye Felicia,” before hurrying out the door.
**GAVIN**
“And then pudding came flying out of her nose, all over Ronald Halgram’s Valentine’s Day card. The poor guy spent hours cutting and pasting foil hearts together only for Nell to pudding snot all over it in return.” Page laughs hysterically in the back of my car, slapping the leather of her seat out of pure joy.
“I think that’s enough,” Penelope grinds out, clearly not happy with Page’s over sharing.
I chuckle, only to receive death stares from Penelope in the seat next to me. I shrug my shoulders in innocence. “What? It’s funny.”
“It is not funny. I was sick and sneezed at the wrong time. I wasn’t used to the pollen in the Springtime just yet and Ronald was being sweet. I ruined his hard work.”
I reach for her hand but she denies me her warmth. Cutting a glance at her, I convey through my eyes that her neglect is unacceptable. In a warning tone, I say, “Penelope, give me your hand unless you want me pulling this car over so I can spank you in front of your friend.”
“You wouldn’t,” she seethes.
I turn my blinker on and start to pull off the road. “Test me.”
Groaning in frustration, she gives me her hand and I twine our fingers together.
Page laughs in the back, enjoying the interaction in front of her. “Oh shit, Nell, you’ve met your match. I didn’t know you hated to be spanked. Maybe I’ll start using that in my repertoire to get you to get off your ass and vacuum every now and then.” Page uses a deep voice as she speaks. “Nell, you vacuum this apartment right now, or else I’ll spank you.”
“She actually likes to be spanked,” I cut in. “Gets her so fucking wet.”
“Gavin!” Penelope scolds.
“Oooo, really? You naughty little ho,” Page teases. “I never would have guessed. What else does she like?”
“Well,” I ponder for a second. “As you know, I’m sure, she likes to be eaten out—“
“We are done with this conversation,” Penelope says, cutting me short. “Unless you want your secrets spilled, both of you, then I suggest you shut your mouths. God,” she huffs out. “I don’t like you two hanging out.”
Silence falls over the car from Penelope’s threat, only the hum of the car’s motor filling the small space. At a red light, I drum my thumb on the steering wheel, trying to figure out what to say that doesn’t involve what Penelope likes in bed. Hell, I have a one-track mind whenever the thought of having her underneath me comes up.
Breaking the silence, Page shouts, “She piddled her pants when we watched
Saw IV
. Legit, pee in her panties.”
Turning in her seat, Penelope shouts, “Page!”
“I made her queef before dinner,” I admit, remembering the awkward moment in her bedroom that still puts a smile on my face.
“Gavin!” she reprimands.
Both Page and I erupt in laughter as we pull up to the valet of Hotel Paragon.
Before I can even put the car in park, Penelope storms out of her passenger seat and heads to the trunk where she crosses her arms over her chest, a pout on her face, and waits for us to exit as well.
“Jeez, she’s sensitive,” Page laughs. “Can’t take a little joke. Did she really queef?”
I shut off the car and turn to her. “What do you think? I fucked her like a jackhammer, making her come twice before dinner, the girl was bound to have air escape.”
“Oh God.” Page licks her lips and brushes her hand across her neck. “Penelope is right, you do talk dirty.” She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and mutters under her breath. “Man, I need to get laid.”
Chuckling while I let myself out of my car, I flip the fob to the valet attendant who salutes me with a “Mr. Saint,” and then help Page out from the back. She brushes off her clothes while I tend to a wounded Penelope.
Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and speak closely to her ear. She tenses from my touch but I brush it off, she can act mad all she wants, the minute I get her in my villa, she’ll be begging for my cock. “You’re fucking adorable when you get mad.”
“Yeah, well you’re a dick.”
“You don’t mean that,” I trail kisses along her neck causing her body to melt into mine. I knew it wouldn’t take much. “Fuck, you smell like me. If that isn’t the sexiest thing ever, I don’t know what is.”
“Hey, not fair,” Page says, interrupting us. “I can’t put the moves on her to ask for her forgiveness.” Page pauses in deep thought and then puckers her lips and closes her eyes. “On second thought…” she leans forward, lips first, aiming for Penelope who pushes back, causing Page to plant a big old wet one on the valet’s arm as he reaches for one of their bags. “When did you grow a mustache…” her words are cut off when she opens her eyes to see her face inches away from the terrified valet’s arm. “Err… hello there.” She wiggles her fingers at the boy and puts distance between them. “Consider that a down payment on a tip.”
“Okay,” the boy eyes her skeptically.
“Wait!” Page shouts, understanding crossing her features. “I don’t mean that as a sexual down payment. I know I just told Gavin I need to get laid but I didn’t mean by you. Not that you’re not attractive!” she back pedals. “You’re quite the looker, a strong lad with beefy muscles.” She squeezes his arm and squints. “Eh, with muscles.”
“Page, you can shut up now,” Penelope helps her.
Page motions to zip up her lips and then clasps her hands together, stepping away from the poor nineteen year old who right about now wants to crawl under a car out of embarrassment.
“Would you like the bags brought to your villa, Mr. Saint?” the boy asks, avoiding all eye contact with Page.
“Put them on hold for now. I’ll call down with more information in a bit.” From my money clip, I pull out a hundred and hand it to him as he smiles with gratitude.
I escort Page and Penelope into the lobby and guide them toward the control room where I know Graham is currently working. I figure if I corner him with both girls in tow, he will be less likely to say no than if I asked him by myself.
“Do you ladies mind waiting in the B room for a second? I need to go grab someone.”
“Not at all,” Page coos, looking around.
Still a little salty, Penelope just nods and follows me in the room. She starts to walk to one of the chairs when I grab her hand and close the space between us. “Hey.” I press my index finger under her chin so she’s forced to look into my dark eyes. “When we get back to my villa, I promise to make it up to you. You have my word on that.”
“And how would you make it up to me?” she tests.
Gliding my hand down to her ass, I grip it tightly and speak directly into her ear, spreading goose bumps over her skin. “First, I will dive my tongue into that sweet pussy of yours until you’re on the verge of coming on my face, then, I’ll drive my cock inside of you and fuck you senseless, making you scream my name from the sheer force. And I won’t fucking come until you do… twice.”
Her breathing is heavy and her hands that are now gripped onto my back are digging into my skin from pure arousal.
“Hell, I would take it,” Page sounds off, waving her hand in front of her face, sitting in one of the chairs with her legs crossed.
Shaking my head in mirth at Penelope’s best friend, I pull away and kiss her forehead softly. “Be right back, baby.”
“Okay,” she barely croaks out as I shut the door behind me.
Fuck. I rub the back of my neck as I gather myself. Even my little speech got me fired up. The quicker I get this conversation over with, the quicker I can get Penelope back in bed. Despite the amount of times I’ve taken her today, I still crave her, to the point that I’m starving to have her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick.
I push my key card in the slot of the control room door and enter, looking over all the employees hard at work. Off to the side, Graham is leaning against the wall, a knowing look in his eyes and a glass of what I can only assume is scotch in his hand.
“Look who it is, gentlemen,” Graham talks to the room, his eyes fixed on mine. “
The
Gavin Saint, the pussy whipped ass hat who pulled his dick out of his girl’s vagina long enough to grace us with his presence.”
He was pushing my buttons for a reason, he must have seen us walk in the hotel. I swear the man has nothing better to do with his life than watch over every move I make in the hotel.
“Did you implant a chip in me while I was sleeping so you can watch over me every second of your life?”
Tipping his glass back and draining the contents down his throat, he sets it to the side and then strides toward me, his hands in his pockets. “What are you up to, Saint?”
“Nothing,” I smile, giving him my best grin. If I wasn’t about to ask him to put up Page and Penelope in the hotel, I would have sent my fist flying into his face for his earlier comment. I will after… maybe. I don’t want to jinx the girls’ chances.
“I don’t believe you. Why are Page and Penelope in the B room?”
Ahh, so he only saw us go into the B room, well that helps my case. If he saw me down at valet with both of them, their bags being hoisted out of my trunk I would be up against a tidal wave when it came to asking him.
Thinking quickly and using my straight face, I say, “Something happened in the poker suite the other day that Penelope needs to talk to you about. She was nervous to talk to you alone, so Page is here to comfort her.”
Graham drops his tough guy act and runs his hand through his hair. “Shit, really? Is she okay?”
“I think you should talk to her,” I say somberly.
“Fuck, just what I need. Who was the asshole?” Graham asks, charging through the control room. “Was it Ramos? That dickhead is one more ass pinch away from being removed from the roster for good.”
I don’t give him answer, I just let him think what he wants until he’s in the B room. I close the door behind us and block the only exit.
Straightening his tie, Graham walks over to Penelope and kneels in front of her. A horrified expression crosses her face as she looks over at me, questions in her eyes. I hide the smirk that threatens to peek out.
Keep it still, Saint
.
“What happened? I’m going to need to know every detail in order to file a proper report.”
Mouth agape, eyes wild, Penelope looks for answers. Wanting to play just a little bit more, I nod at her. “Go ahead, baby. Tell him everything.”
Looking between both of us, she’s at a loss for words, completely unsure of what’s happening. Page has the same expression on her face.
“This is a safe place,” Graham adds. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
The room is still in silence until Page lifts her finger in question. “Um, is this about the queef that happened earlier? Pretty sure we don’t have to go into detail about it or file a report.”