Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (20 page)

“Are you sure you aren’t just trying to distract me?” He asked.

“Maybe,” I teased. “If you want to be sure, you should probably roll back over.” That was the only suggestion he needed. As soon as I rose, he shifted until he was on his back and I was still straddling him.

Slowly, I lowered myself until I our chests touched. To my pleasure, his arms shot around me, and rubbed down my naked back. We held each other close for just a moment.

“Stop,” he murmured. “Stop worrying. I’m the same man. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Being with you won’t kill. I think we both know that it’s being apart that hurts me.”

I was still scared. I’d be crazy not to be. All the while, I knew that I didn’t want to ruin the time we had by making him tense or unhappy. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Be patient with me. Let me get used to this. Prove to me that you aren’t fragile.”

Looking at me with one eyebrow raised, he asked, “What do you suggest, sexy?”

“Simple. Let’s start with a blow job. We’ll work our way up from there.” I shrugged. It made sense to me. “We’ll start small.”

“Hey!” He exclaimed, mildly insulted.

Laughing, I noted, “This was not a reference to the size of your dick. You know better than that. It was a reference to the size of the sex act.” Before any more words could get in the way, I bent my head and with a sly smile, I set to work on his cock.

“Oh god,” he moaned.

I lavished attention on his cock like it was my job. Licking it up and down, taking him wholly into my mouth. My hand rubbed up and down extending the reach of my attention. I could tell he was enjoying it. His eyes were closed. He kept thrusting his hips like he was fucking my mouth.

Me, I was beyond wet. I was absolutely aching with need. More than anything, I wanted to take him in me, ride him with complete abandon. I wanted to feel him explode within me. These were my desires, but my heart needed to show him how much I loved him, that it wasn’t all about me, that this thing between us was bigger and better than all that.

There were beads of pre-come collecting around the tip of his hard, hot dick. I could actually feel him need to finish. So I cupped his balls in my hand, tightened my grip at the base of his cock, and helped him with that. Sure enough, moments later, my mouth was filled with his semen and I swallowed every drop like it was Hershey Syrup instead. I treated it like it was as precious as liquid gold, milking his head to make sure not to miss a drop.

He looked like he could barely keep his eyes open, but still he mumbled, “It’s your turn.” From the look on his face, he planned to go down on me. Somehow, given how sluggish he was, I started picturing him falling asleep with his head buried in my pussy.

“You know what’s hot?” I asked him seductively. I was incredibly horny and determined to get my orgasm so I could sleep.

Shaking his head, he rallied some. “What?” He asked.

“This.” Moving so that he had the perfect view of my vag, I started rubbing just over my clit and all around. No one knew me better than me. I could make myself come but fast. Only I wanted to tease him a bit.

As I touched, I watched his eyes grow wide. So, I continued to rub while my other hand roamed over my breasts, squeezing, massaging, and pinching the way I loved.

“Damn, this is even hotter than when I walked in on you on the ship,” he murmured.

It didn’t take me more than a minute or two more of looking at him, seeing his excitement, and some expert manual manipulation. I’m not a squirter. There wasn’t much to see, but still he knew when I came. He kissed me passionately.

“Babe, that was hot. Thank you.”

When I was finished, I climbed back up into his waiting arms, rolled onto my side, and waited for him to wrap around me the way I liked. Ben didn’t disappoint. Our fingers intertwined, his legs knotted around mine. This was how I wanted to fall asleep every night for the rest of my life…or at least for the rest of his.

“See,” he murmured in my ear as we drifted off to sleep, “I’m still here.”

I smiled then said, “So am I.”

Brenda was sitting in the great room looking completely disapproving when Ben and I came down with our bags packed in the morning. She was here with such alarming frequency; it was easy for me to forget that she didn’t live here. “Where are you two off to this morning? You can’t possibly be leaving. You just arrived,” she commented.

Sighing, Ben looked at her evenly then gave my cheek a kiss. “I can’t have this discussion before I’ve had a coffee,” he said. Then without saying another word, he walked toward the patio.

Studying Brenda’s reaction, I decided it was time to intercede. My protective senses were in overdrive. If she was going to keep upsetting Ben when she knew his condition than she was going to have to deal with me. “Why are you trying to make Ben miserable?” I asked.

She stiffened before speaking. “I’m not. I just…” Her voice trailed off and I realized that she, too, was suffering through a variety of emotions.

“Let’s talk,” I said. “I can see that you are hurting. Get over it.” So…maybe I’m not known for my diplomacy skills. “Ben has limited time. You’ve had your entire life with him. Let him live.”

Then, before she could say another word, I walked away to join him on the patio, but before I could even make it through the door, I heard the front door slam. Rolling my eyes, I thought
damn, but I have a way with people.

“Did I just hear Brenda leave?” He asked with a smirk.

Biting my lip to hide my guilt, I looked at him and said, “Yeah. It looks that way. I’m sorry?” We both knew I wasn’t sorry. Then I sat in the vacant seat across from him.

“Really? You are sorry?” His eyes twinkled. He didn’t look worried. “Know why I took a cruise?”

“Ummm, you wanted to visit the Caribbean in style?” I guessed.

“Not entirely.” He leaned forward on the table conspiratorially. “I knew that I wouldn’t have cell service at sea.” He watched me for a reaction. “Know why I left my phone in the car and wore a watch in Vegas?” He asked.

There was a pattern emerging here. Suddenly, I felt badly for Brenda. Surely she meant well. “Has she ever dated?” I asked.

“She was married,” he said. “Drove that poor man crazy.” He shook his head.

With a sigh, I heaved myself out of the patio chair I had barely sat in. Looking at Ben, I said, “I’ll be right back.” Then I headed back into the house and straight out the front door.

Sure enough, Brenda was sitting in her car crying softly. It was a nice change from the hysterics she was in the other day at the winery. I was way too tough for her. I knocked on the window.

She looked up, hit the button to roll it down, and asked me quietly, “What?”

“I don’t mean to upset you. I don’t mean to be so…direct. It has always served me in in my life. I guess I thought you could handle it,” I admitted with a sigh. “You seem like a fellow business woman.” Then I stepped back from the door with arms crossed over my chest.

The door flew open as she exited the vehicle and stood before me. “I’m not ready to manage everything. I was coming today to talk to him about it. I…I can’t do this.” She threw her hands up in the air. “I don’t know how. Everything I touch turns to shit. Pure shit!” She started rattling off all the problems she had encountered in just the last few days. “So, I have no photographer for the wedding on Saturday, no photographs for the article, and I’m losing my damn mind with worry.”

“Take a breath!” I exclaimed. “These things always seem worse than they really are.”

“How do you figure? This feels like financial ruin to me.” She tapped her foot at me, demanding a response, maybe even a solution.

“I’m a photographer. That’s how I make a living. I’ll cover your wedding and I’m sure that I have pictures for the article. I took some great shots the other day.” I watched and could see her softening already. “So…calm the fuck down and come have breakfast, dammit.” I was annoyed. There went Vegas.

Ben was surprised to see us when we walked through the door. “Oh,” he said. “Brenda, are you joining us for breakfast?”

She was still wiping at her nose so she simply nodded. I rather envied her gorgeous blonde hair and delicate features. When she wasn’t crying she was rather stunning. Then I looked at Ben. He truly was the male version of her, simply perfect in a wholly masculine way. I bet when she wasn’t crying or yelling or whining that I’d really like her. Because of her brother, I was determined to find out.

“Change of plans, handsome,” I said. “We’re not going to leave until Sunday.”

He stared at me. “But this is Thursday.”

Nodding, I said, “Yup. And tomorrow is Friday, the day after that is Saturday, then…bam! We leave.” I reached for an egg soufflé and some ham.

“So, we’re not leaving today?” He looked confused.

“No. Bam! Sunday!” I smirked at him.

Finally, Brenda spoke. “Sin has been gracious enough to offer to photograph the wedding on Saturday and provide pictures for the article.” She smiled sweetly.

“Hence..bam…Sunday,” Ben said flatly.

“Cheer up, handsome. I can totally make this work. You just have to learn to roll with the punches, that’s all.” I was determined to make the best of this situation.

“I’m out of time,” he said. “And I’ve pretty much been rolling with the punches for quite some time.” He frowned.

“Listen,” I suggested, “you are damaged. I get it. We’re all damaged.” I gestured around the table. “The important thing is that we learn to not do any more damage, that we not hurt others, that we help where we can…no matter how much life we have left.” I watched him for a reaction, to see if he understood my challenge.

He rallied some, then he spoke with a smirk. “Well, the good news is that I can’t do any more damage. The line ends with me.”

Brenda shook her head, but didn’t speak because her mouth was full.

“Oh, are you pregnant,” Ben teased.

She shook her head again and made a noise like she was trying to get him to understand her.

“What girl? Is Timmy stuck in a well?” He asked with a full-blown smile. Clearly he enjoyed teasing his sister.

She swallowed hard. I was busy laughing at their interaction. Finally she spoke, “No, dumbass, you have frozen sperm, remember?”

He leaned back in his seat. “Huh. No, I didn’t remember. It doesn’t matter.”

The conversation had turned so quickly from playful to painful that I had whiplash. “Let’s talk about the pictures you need for the article really quickly and the wedding details so that I can change our plans and help you out,” I said, taking charge of the conversation. I glanced over at Ben. He was silent, pensive, and serious.

So Ben went off to the winery to work on some paperwork. Brenda and I stayed on the patio and worked with my laptop. “I’ll be back here for lunch,” he warned when he left.

“I’m holding you to it,” I said “Don’t make me come get you!” I joked.

“Any particular time you want me back?” He asked.

Tilting my head to the side, I thought for a moment. “Yeah. Let’ do lunch at 1pm. Then I thought we’d go for a swim before we take a nap.”