Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (12 page)

“I want to go with you. I want to…but I need Jolie’s approval. I need to know she’ll be okay here without me.” I paused. “You understand, don’t you?”

Leaning in, he kissed me, deeply, lovingly as he had so many times before. Yet this time, it felt…like understanding. “Babe, if you responded any differently than you had, there’s no way I could love you like I do. Loyalty and friendship are something to treasure. Any man that would get in the way of that, two life long friends, isn’t much of a man in my book.” He trailed a thumb along my lip and I nibbled on the end of it, grazing it with my teeth and running my tongue along the finger print, feeling out all the ridges and whirls.

This man was right. He was right for me. This, what was between us, was right. I might not have known what I was doing when we met, but now I knew. This could be something special. This was real.

“Bring your camera,” he had said before we left the hotel.

That was a request I was always happy to comply with. I grabbed the camera bag on the way out of the room and smiled as I hooked arms with Jolie.

The three of us drove in his Lexus sedan to Lake Mead. He was right to invite Jolie. This was not a romantic dinner or a fancy dinner. It was a nice dinner in a beautiful location that kept my camera busy. For that I was happy.

As the meal wore on, however, I could feel the pressure mounting. At some point, I needed to talk to Jolie. I wasn’t sure if Ben should be around for it. So, finally, I just decided to mention it, to get it over with.

“So, Jolie, do you have any plans? What’s going on with you? We haven’t talked much,” I mentioned as casually as I could muster.

She looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Yeah. I do. And I don’t know how to tell you this.” She took a deep breath. “I need to go to San Francisco for a few days. I didn’t think you’d miss me, but I still wanted to tell you.”

“You’re going to California?” I asked. The surprise was no doubt evident in my voice.

Nodding shyly, she started to shove her food around on her plate. Finally she set her fork down, pushed her seat back some and sighed. “Okay. Here it goes. Ready?” She looked at us from across the table.

I nodded. Ben squeezed my thigh under the table. “Go on,” I urged.

“Well, you know that I love building websites, right?” She asked. When I had nodded, she continued. “Okay, I’m just going to say it.” She took a deep breath. “I’m selling the website. It isn’t exciting to me anymore,” she said with a shrug. “I know that I’m making plenty of money. I just…want to start something new. I’m not sure yet, but if I sell this site then I can buy myself plenty of time to figure it out. You know? And half the fun of being self-employed is that I can do what I want.” She smiled shyly at me. “I don’t want to do this any more. I’m sorry, Sin.” She sighed sadly.

“Why are you apologizing? I want you to be happy. What kind of best friend would I be if I wanted you to keep doing this for me?” I thought for a moment. “There are plenty of royalty free sites if they close yours down. I’ll be fine.”

She looked up at my face through her eyelashes. “You mean it, don’t you?” She asked.

Making a face, I said, “Yeah. I really do.”

With that admission, she jumped up out of her seat and rushed over to my side then wrapped her arms around my neck. “God, I feel so much better. Thanks for that, Sin. Really.”

“Well, now I don’t feel so badly about what I need to tell you,” I joked. “I guess that Ben and I are going to his place in California for a few days. We’re leaving tomorrow.” I shrugged and smiled at her.

“I’m so happy for you. Really. I am. I’m happy for both of us.” She hugged me once more, and while she was leaned in she whispered in my ear. “Don’t fuck this up. I mean it.”

“I know. I’m trying,” I murmured.

“So, is there anything you’d like to do on our last night in The Venetian?” Ben asked as we all lounged in the sunken living room.

“I can’t think of anything,” Jolie remarked. “I’m eager to get packed. Since you are leaving in the morning, I will, too.”

“So, we’ll just check out?” I asked, looking up at Ben.

“Might as well. Then we can try out another hotel when we come back,” he commented.

I looked over at Jolie. She was biting her lip. This was one of those situations where I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t want to know. What if I questioned and found out that she wasn’t planning on coming back? So I left it alone. I just smiled to try and hide the fear that suddenly had taken up residence in my heart.

“Well, it is late, “ Ben commented. “We need to get a reasonably early start. We’ll order room service in the morning so that we can just get on the road from here. Sound good?” He asked as he gave me a slight squeeze.

Jolie stood. “Don’t worry about me. I probably won’t eat. I’m flying out and so I’ll be leaving at o’dark thirty in the morning.”

I stood and gave her another hug. It felt like goodbye and I didn’t like it one bit. Then I just watched her as she walked into her room and closed the door. She didn’t look back. I was rather glad, since one of her hairs must have poked me in the eye during the hug and they both started watering immediately.

When I looked back for Ben, I found he had come up behind me and was now wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay to cry,” he murmured in my ear while holding me tightly against him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but I’m fine,” I argued as I pushed away slightly and moved to face him. “In fact, I’m great. Let’s go to bed. I wanted to thank you for such an amazing day,” I said in my sexy voice. Then I used my hand to beckon and convince him to follow me, not like it was a hard sell.

Soon, we were in the room behind closed doors. “You wanted to say thank you?” He managed to ask in between our passionate kisses.

“It’s more of a show than a say,” I murmured against his lips.

We slowly made our way to the bed while I removed layer after layer of clothing. By the time we hit the mattress we were both naked. Savoring the feel of his warm skin, I rubbed against him, the entire length of him. I loved the way he ran his hands over my bare flesh. He made me tingle all over. I was about to climb on, to mount him, ride him until we both cried out, only he rolled me onto my back and restrained my arms.

“Nope. Let me lead,” he urged.

Something about the way he took control had me super hot. I was already bothered. Within seconds, he had pinned both my hands with one of his over my head. I loved that, the way he took control. It was something I never would have allowed anyone to do in the past, but with him, it felt right. I knew I could trust him not to hurt me or humiliate me. All he wanted was for us to both be pleasured.

Soon, I was writhing under him as his kissed me, nibbling on my lower lip, and leaving a trail of kisses to my ear. With the way he was rubbing his body over mine, I didn’t think it could get any hotter, only… a moment later it did.

“I’m going to kiss my way down you neck now, Sin,” he warned. “Then I’m going to kiss my way to each breast. I’ll spend some time massaging them with my hands, licking and suckling with my tongue, and nipping on your hardened nipples. I’m going to apply just the right amount of pressure, that perfect balance of pleasure and pain to really and I mean
really
get your juices flowing.”

By now I was panting at the thought of everything he had already promised to do. “My juices are already flowing,” I moaned. “Just feel. Or better still…taste,” I urged.

I needed him in me. I was on fire, burning up. The only thing that could fix it would be for him to fill me.

“You want me to touch you?” He asked quietly, his breath in my ear making me all the more excited.

All I could do was nod as he dragged his hand down my side, then over my pelvis until his hand cupped my pussy. The palm of his hand applied just the right amount of pressure to my clit. Without thinking, I had started grinding against his hand. “Oh, Ben,” I whimpered as I felt the orgasm building.

Then he took his hand away. “Not yet,” he teased.

My eyes flashed at him. How could he get me all worked up and then not let me finish? Then he chuckled.

“Baby, I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you will forget this one missed orgasm.” He promised.

Then he started to do everything he vowed. Sure enough, I forgot everything from before. Suddenly I was in the moment, waiting and anticipating, as he pleasured me. Once he had finished doing all of that, his hand cupped me once more.

“You want to rub and grind against me, don’t you, Sin?”

My eyes were closed to the darkened room, but I knew that there was enough light for him to see me biting my lip. My body was positively trembling with need. I wasn’t going to let him know, but he already did. He could feel it in me.

Soon there was a finger inside me, then two. A moment later, his face was sucking on my clit while his fingers beckoned me to come. Yeah, I cried out. I couldn’t help it. There was so much feeling, so much passion. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to feel this way for as long as possible.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he spread my legs wider, lifted my hips to meet his, and pressed his dick against my wet opening. All I could do was nod for encouragement. That was all he needed.

Without warning, he had entered me hard and fast. Our movements were frantic. Our need was great. I had every intention of coming again. Didn’t he promise me multiple orgasms? Thankfully, he was a man of his word.

Can you screw yourself to sleep? I’m pretty sure we did. I don’t remember how we stopped. I know for a fact that we woke up having sex at least once. Just like I knew for a fact that this morning, I would be ready and wanting him again.

Rolling over, I was surprised to discover that I was alone. He was gone. When I glanced at the bathroom, I discovered that he wasn’t there either. I was about to climb out of bed, grab a bathrobe and search for him when the door to the bedroom popped open.

When our eyes met, he looked disappointed for a moment. Then he smiled brightly. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Hey, I’m still surprised,” I said with a huge grin.

He joined me on the bed with the breakfast tray. With a flourish, he removed the covers on the various plates. Everything I could possibly want to eat was right there on that tray. And everything I could possibly want in a man was beside me on that bed. Leaning over, I dropped my head on his shoulder. “Thank you. This is perfect,” I said.

“So glad you like it, gorgeous. You deserve the best,” he managed in between bites.

“Well, it’s your turn,” I began.

“My turn?” He looked surprised and confused.

“I feel like I’ve been monopolizing the conversation lately, talking all about myself and my relationship with Jolie. Now I want to hear all about you. After all, in a few hours, I’ll be at your house…on your turf.” I shrugged.

“I guess I didn’t think of it that way,” Ben admitted. “I just figured that with me there with you…”

Cupping his face, I looked up at him and waited for him to look down at me. “Understand this, Benjamin Everly, wherever you are is home for me.” Then I sealed those words with a kiss. It was tender yet heartfelt. And when it was over, our foreheads touched for several moments more.