Caged (Mastered, #4)(111)
Deacon kissed her shoulder. Then he stretched across the seat and kissed the side of her throat. “I f*cking love you. I know it makes me a goddamn beast when I think of some guy trying to get to you like I get to you.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Molly dozed off for a while after that, and when she woke up, she saw Deacon staring at her.
“Hey, beautiful. We’re about to land. Look out the window.”
There it was. The ocean. “It looks so calm.”
He chuckled. “Trust me. It’s not.”
She stared until the plane banked and all she could see were buildings and freeways.
Welcome to LA.
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RONIN had sent two vans to bring them to the hotel. And since he’d rented so many rooms, the assistant manager escorted them all up to the twenty-second floor and handed out keys.
The hotel was classy, done up old-glam Hollywood style. Mirrors, crystal chandeliers, marble, tones of gold, cream, and black. So she didn’t know what to expect when Deacon opened the door to their room. She stepped inside a suite. Glass windows overlooked the city. The space had a living room with a fireplace—in Los Angeles? And a wet bar, a dining room, a kitchen, a half bath. She headed down the hallway to the double doors and opened them to find a luxurious bedroom. A four-poster canopy bed on a platform, another sitting area, a full entertainment system. Another set of double doors led to a bathroom with a glass shower, a whirlpool tub, and his and hers vanities.
Deacon hadn’t come along to explore the space. But when she returned to the living area to gaze out the windows, he came up behind her and wrapped her in his arms. “So? What do you think?”
“I think it’s the nicest hotel I’ve ever stayed in.”
“It is pretty swanky. Good thing Ronin can afford it.”
“Did everyone get suites?”
She felt him smile against the side of her neck. “Nope. Everyone got their own room. Since we’re sharing, I told Ronin putting us in a suite was still cheaper than paying for separate rooms for us.”
“Clever.”
“Gives me lots more places to f*ck you than just in a bed.”
“Speaking of . . . there’s a note on the bed addressed to both of us.”
“A personalized hotel welcome, I’m betting.”
“No. It’s in Amery’s handwriting.” Molly clasped his hand and towed him into the bedroom. She ripped open the sealed envelope, pulled out the card, and read:
Molly and Deacon~
Glad to have you here, but don’t get too comfy after you check in. Maddox is sending a car for Deacon and the other fighters right away. Molly, we’re in the Monroe Ballroom on the first floor. Come down as soon as you can.
A~
“There goes my plan for a quickie.”
“Use your sexual frustration to hit harder during training today.”
Deacon kissed the back of her head. “Good plan. Let’s head back down.”
The keycards were in holders on the catchall table by the front door. He handed her one and tucked his inside his front pocket.
While they waited for the elevator, Deacon caged her against the wall so they were face-to-face. He had that fierce look in his eye.
Her belly jumped. “What?”
“Plan on bein’ naked the moment we get back to the room tonight. Plan on bein’ sore tomorrow, because I’m gonna f*ck you on every horizontal surface.”
“You trying to get me wet and horny right now?”
“Yep. Figured it was only fair, since I’m hard as f*cking concrete after seeing how hot your ass looks in those pants as you bent over to get your purse.”
The elevator dinged.
When Deacon pushed back, Molly saw Presley standing behind him, wearing a huge grin.
“Hey, guys.”
“You get a note with instructions too?”
“We all did. Beck is in the room next to mine and Ronin wants him at the dojo, so he said not to leave without him.”
The elevator door closed.
No one got in the car until the eighth floor. An inked bruiser wearing workout clothes stood in the middle of the car.
Deacon stiffened beside her.
The man’s eyes and Deacon’s met in the mirror. He scowled. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”
“You weren’t that bulked up the last time we met in the ring, Twitch. What are the chances you’ll pass a drug test this time?”
“Con Man. Thought you dropped off the face of the earth. Haven’t heard nothin’ about you in a long f*ckin’ time.”
“Same goes.”
“Probably ’cause I don’t go by Twitch no more.”
“Yeah? What’s your ring name now?”
“Bulldozer.”
“Tyrese ‘Bulldozer’ Witchell? Who came up with that mouthful?”
“My publicist. She said I needed a name with impact. Nothin’ll knock you down faster than a bulldozer.” He punched his left palm with his right fist as a demonstration.
Wow. This dude was the poster child for big and dumb. Molly didn’t dare look at Presley or they’d both laugh.
“You here for the expo?” Bulldozer asked.
“Just as support for my club and my dojo. I’m not fighting. What about you?”