“I was just keeping the jackals away from your woman,” Goldie said as he jerked his head to Lucy and Maria.
Diablo came over to Fallon and swept her hair over her shoulder. Bending down low, he whispered against her ear, “How’s my woman doing?”
Desire burned through her from the tips of her nipples to her wet pussy. “Perfect, now.”
He tugged her earlobe between his teeth and sucked gently on it, then trailed his mouth along her jawline until he captured her lips. Parting them slightly, his tongue dove in and tangled with hers. As they kissed, everything and everyone around her didn’t exist. The only thing that was real was him, the kiss, and his blatantly raw maleness. His scent spun around her, his hard muscles pressed against her, and the smoky taste of him drove her wild.
He pulled away. “You ready to head out?”
“Where’re you going?” Goldie asked as he munched on a handful of spicy peanuts.
“Denver for a few nights.” Diablo helped Fallon off the stool. “I cleared it with Steel.”
Fallon placed her small hand in his large one and walked outside. From the way everyone looked at them—the guys even stopped playing pool—she figured they’d be the topic of discussion that night. She giggled and handed him the car keys. Soon they were on the highway on their way to Denver.
As they approached the city, thousands of lights made the skyscrapers glitter. Threads of cars rushed past them on the freeway, and on the horizon, the setting sun took the last traces of daylight with it.
“It’s so big,” she said.
“Too big. I prefer the quiet of the Four Corners.”
“It’s exciting, though. I’ve seen cities in the movies but I’ve never been to one. It’s awesome.”
Diablo chuckled and took the exit heading into downtown. He pulled in front of a tall hotel and two men rushed over, one of them opening her door and helping her out. She and Diablo walked into the lobby where a wall of water with blue, green, and yellow lights on it greeted them.
“This is beautiful,” she said as she spun around, taking it all in.
“Let’s go check-in.”
She followed him to a long wooden counter that had several men and women with computers behind it. On the back wall hung an exquisite bronze sculpture of cowboys rustling cattle.
“May I help you?” a woman in a brown jacket with the hotel’s name on it asked.
Diablo looked at Fallon. “You want your own room?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to stay alone.” She rose on her tiptoes and tugged at his leather jacket. He bent down. “I don’t think I’m ready to have sex. Are you okay with that if we share a bed?”
He smiled. “I’m not gonna push you, but we’ll have to get two beds. There’s no fuckin’ way I can have your body next to me all night without fucking you.” Her face was heated and she knew her cheeks were flaming red. “You look real cute when you’re fuckin’ embarrassed.” He kissed her quickly on the lips, then straightened up. “A room with two beds,” he said to the receptionist.
When they went inside the room, the lights in the buildings shimmered and twinkled through the windows. Fallon went over and stared down: the cars looked like toys and the people like miniatures. “It’s so beautiful,” she murmured as the golden dome of the capitol building shimmered in the moonlight.
Diablo snagged her around the waist, pulling her back against him. “You’re beautiful,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“I’m so happy right now. I can’t remember being this happy. These past few days have been incredible.”
He spun her around and kissed her deeply, and she wished she could freeze-frame the moment so it would never end. She loved being in his arms and kissing him with the sounds of the city below them. For as long as she lived, she’d never forget this moment.
In the midst of darkness, brightness can come when it’s least expected.
Diablo was her light.
