Mine to Crave (Mine #4)(25)

“Hold tight!” Drake ordered her.

Her hands slapped back down and he drove into her with a thrust that had them both gasping. He thrust and stroked her, playing with her clit, forcing her closer to another release, one that he knew would be hard and brutal, because the orgasm pounding down on him was going to be that way. It was going to— Consume.

She screamed his name as he erupted. The spasms of his release had him pounding deep into her. Pleasure made him blind and nearly mad for a moment as he held tightly to her. His whole body ached as the release seemed to go on and on, surging through Drake.

Her breaths were rushed and desperate.

And he was holding her too hard.

Awareness slowly came back to Drake.

Jasmine’s knuckles were white as they curled around the headboard. Her body was quivering.

The scent of sex and vanilla and woman hung in the air.

Perfect.

He kissed her shoulder.

Her head turned then, just a bit, and her eyes met his. There was pleasure on her face. No denying that, but Jasmine also looked…lost?

Had he hurt her? “Jasmine?” Her stitches—

“I…wasn’t prepared for you.”

He didn’t know what that meant. He’d taken care of the protection. He always did. No way would he go bareback with a woman he’d just picked up.

Jasmine’s not just any woman.

She blinked and her expression changed. Now she just looked…happy. Sated.

His.

“That was incredible.” Her voice was still soft and husky, and he was already getting hard inside of her. Again.

Round two, coming up.

But first…

He pulled out of her. Settled her down against the covers. Feasted for a moment with his eyes. He’d give her a few minutes to rest, then he’d get more screams from her.

Sex with Jasmine had been fantastic. Far better than—

His phone was ringing. Hell, where was his phone? He’d thrown it aside earlier when he shed his clothes. He’d been so intent on getting in Jasmine that he hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to the thing.

Ah…there…

He followed the sound and swiped up his phone—it had been under his trousers. “This had better be important,” he snapped. Cause you’re taking me away from paradise.

“Oh, it’s important, all right, boss. Some jerkoff just tried to get access to your vault,” Chad told him, voice flat and hard. “The guy stole a guard’s suit and walked right up here.”

His body tensed. “Where is the joker now?” Drake turned his back on Jasmine.

“He knocked out two of the guards.”

What?

“And he…hell, it looks like he just left. Must’ve realized that he wasn’t going to be able to break through the vault’s security system.”

No, that didn’t fit. The guy knocked out the guards, then left—with nothing?

“Drake?” Jasmine’s voice. Worried.

He glanced over his shoulder. She’d sat up in his bed. Her body was naked. Flushed from the releases he’d given her.

Beautiful, distracting Jasmine.

His jaw clenched as he put puzzle pieces together. “The devices last night were on timers…”

At his words, Jasmine’s gaze seemed to double in size. “What’s happening?” she demanded as she rose from the bed. Her eyes were wide.

“Those were just smoke bombs…” But now Chad’s voice was hard with an edge of worry.

“Tell me what’s happening!” Jasmine grabbed for his arm.

He didn’t respond to her, but he told his security chief, “Maybe those were just smoke last night, but maybe they aren’t tonight.”

Her hand tightened on him. “Was someone at the Arrow?”

As if she didn’t know.

Such a lying, beautiful face.

“What happened?” Her nails dug into him. “Tell me.”

He eased the phone from his mouth. “Someone tried to get to the Arrow’s vault. Attacked the men there but left without taking anything—”

“No,” the word was a stark whisper from her as horror flashed across her face. “He hasn’t taken anything yet. You have to get your men out of there! Close the casino!”

He glared at her. “You know what he’s doing.” A set up. She’s still playing me.

“He’s pissed. If he went in…or if he sent someone else inside…anyone in that casino could be in danger.”

“What will he do, Jasmine?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know…I just…I don’t want anyone hurt.”

Liar. He’d warned her about telling lies.

“Please, be safe.” She was begging again, but not because of passion. “Get the people out of there!”

He brought the phone back to his lips. “Get a sweep going—now. Close the whole place down.” Because even without Jasmine’s words, his gut was clenching with an instinct that couldn’t be denied.

“Yes, sir,” Chad told him instantly.

Jasmine’s breath whispered out as Drake ended the call. She backed away from him. Still naked. Still staring up at him with secrets in her eyes.

But he was figuring out those secrets. And maybe I really did just get f*cked. “You’re the distraction.”