One More Night (Vegas After Dark #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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“I’m not promising anything, and I’m only doing this because Brian deserves better than me,” I huff out, annoyed with myself.

“Not possible. He knows you’re a good thing. It’s why he can’t take his eyes off you while he downs the rest of that fruity concoction he’s slurping on.” I don’t know whether to sigh in happiness that Mace is realizing what he’s lost or laugh because of the whole drink situation. I will say, while his eyes were on me the entire time, he clearly made sure to keep Brian in his peripheral vision, another nuance that is all Mace.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I’m second-guessing everything right about now. Am I stupid for getting my hopes up that Mace is finally seeing the light? Am I being a bitch for leaving Brian before dinner is even ordered?

“I mean it, siren. Things are changing for the better.” Mace holds my hand in his, pulling me closer, head tipping down. I’m somewhere between wanting to beg for his lips and pray that he lets me go. One thing that’s for sure after tonight: I’ll definitely need a drink, some extensive girl talk, therapy, or all of the above.

“Don’t get my hopes up, Mace.” His lips land on my cheek, kissing me softly, slowly breaking my heart yet putting it back together all in the same breath.

“I’m not letting you go. Never should have in the first place. Go take care of Brian. I’ll wait here for you.” I nod, unable to force the words out, spin around, and take a deep breath. Getting ready to ruin someone else’s night does not make me feel good about myself, but inadvertently giving myself bad karma is now inevitable.

“I take it you’re not staying for dinner?” Brian asks me once I’m in reaching distance.

“I’m sorry. Honestly, there’s a lot of unfinished business with my ex-husband, and agreeing to this date wasn’t something I should have done to you. I’m still pretty much hopelessly in love with the big oaf. I hope you find a woman, Brian, truly. I know we didn’t spend much time together, but the right person is out there for you; it’s just not me.” I hug him lightly, pulling away as fast as it came. With the way my luck is going lately, Mace will charge his big body over here, acting like he owns me, and will stake his claim. The worst about this whole situation is, he does own me, each and every piece of my heart, body, and soul.

“The way he looks at you, Tyra, I’d say the feeling is entirely mutual. No hard feelings. I’m going to stick around, have a steak and another one of these, then call it a night. I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Brian responds. He’s one of the good guys, the kind that doesn’t fuck up, probably has a normal job at a bank, working nine to five, home every night by five thirty, a man I thought would be a good idea. I’m not destined for that. It seems I have an affliction for a tattooed, rough-shaven lawyer.

“Thank you. Can I at least pay for your meal?” I offer, trying to make things right.

“No, not at all. Go back to him. He looks about ready to pounce any moment, and while I’m nice, fighting isn’t for me, not over a woman who’s clearly taken.” See what I mean? Good guy.

“Alright. Well, maybe I’ll see you around.”

“I doubt that. Have a good night.” Brian turns around in his seat. The conversation is over, and I need to get back to Mace.

SIX

Mace

I saw the way Tyra let Brian down easily, then he dismissed her. I’m thankful in one respect and pissed in the other. Fucking idiot never stood a chance with a siren like her, with her dark brown hair that she used to complain about in the earlier days, threatening to change it. I loved her hair just the way it was, naturally all one color even after being in the sun all day. I threatened to spank her ass if she dyed it because of what society thought was the in the to-do. Her eyes darkened, showing me the hunger the thought of smacking her peach-shaped ass ignited. She also quit talking about changing herself. Those green eyes with golden flecks interspersed lock with mine. Knowing how they shimmer in the throes of her coming on my cock, the softness in her face as she watches me fuck my cum into her, I clench my jaw. It’s been so long, too fucking long since I’ve been connected to my siren.

“Alright, now where to?” Tyra asks as she makes her way back to me, a soft sway in her hips. I take in her dress, the thin straps going over her shoulders, the fabric tight in the chest and stomach area before it bellows out. That’s not what has me completely captivated. It’s the way Tyra walks—it’s a sirens song. And the leg that slips out of the cream and floral fabric that’s wrapped around her body like I’d loved to be has me weak in the fucking knees. Skin that I know is creamy and soft. If I know Tyra, she’s only wearing some kind of built-in bra, never really needing a bra if she didn’t want to wear one. It’s the lace boy shorts I know she’s wearing that have my mouth salivating, wanting to grip her ass while allowing her to feel my hardness, knowing I could rip the flimsy excuse of fabric, unbutton my pants and lower my zipper before thrusting inside her tight wet cunt.



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