She smiles and we get ready to go.
After I get our food tucked away and secure, I drive her out to the private lake at the edge of my grandfather’s property. I like to come out here to think or just fish. I’ve got a nice set up with a picnic table and a gazebo. Tina gets our food set up on the table, and I can’t stop staring. She’s gorgeous. I’ve never believed in love at first sight but fuck me, the things I’m feeling are stronger than lust.
We eat our burgers, taking in the scenery.
“It’s beautiful out here.”
“Gramps was gonna open up a pay lake once, but life got away from him and he never got around to it.”
She wipes her mouth and tosses her napkin in the bag our food came in. “You said you’d tell me how you got the name Vegas.”
“It’s nothing really. I just wanted you to come tonight.” Her cheeks redden, and it makes me hard knowing that I have that effect on her. “Growing up, I used to run an illegal gambling ring. Kids at school called me Vegas and the name stuck.”
“Well, good to know you aren’t some serial killer who was coined with the nickname Vegas.” She laughs softly, and I brush my thumb over her knuckles and take her in, enjoying her company. Being with Tina just feels different. There’s no rush to get back to her place and take her to bed. Not that I wouldn’t be down with that, but I’m cool with doing more of this. Getting to know her on a more personal level outside of the physical.
“What about you? What’s your plans now that you’re away from that douchebag?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I always thought I was going to marry Matt, settle down, start a family. I never planned beyond…him. I built my life around him. It’s weird because you’d think I’d be sad or miss him even a little, but I think I was just going through the motions for so long it was hard to see that there was anything wrong. I was complacent.”
“So now you make a new plan.”
“No plans. I want to live each day as it comes. I want to be impulsive…” A coy smile plays on her lips and the next thing I know she’s running toward the water stripping her clothes off, flinging them over her head behind her. Fucking hell, she’s got on a thong. Her body is banging. Thick hips and a booty that was made for me to grab, slap, and fuck.
I wasn’t expecting this side of her but it’s a damn good surprise. Damn good. I get up from the picnic table, following her. I shrug my cut off and lay it on the table. Lifting my t-shirt over my head I toss it next to Tina’s discarded clothing. I kick off my boots and struggle to get my jeans off.
Tina is giggling, the sound makes my heart flutter in my chest, and she’s watching me with interest. When I drop my jeans to the ground and my cock juts out her eyes go round. I stroll to the edge of the water my gaze locked on hers. Intensity burns bright in her eyes as twilight looms. Moving through the water, I stalk her like my prey.
Tina grins and backs away every time I try to get close to her. The moment she turns her back, I go under reaching her in no time and grab her around the waist. She screams as I surface and I laugh, bringing her back to my chest.
Gathering her hair to one side, I press my lips to her neck, soft but grazing the smooth skin with my teeth. She turns in my arms and her legs hook around my middle. Fuck me, her pussy is right on my dick. Teeth sinking into her top lip and tugging she has no idea how erotic the action is. How damn badly I want her. Though I guess she can feel my erection pressing against her, demanding and invitation to paradise.
Chapter 9
—Tina
Vegas brings his deliciously wicked and tempting mouth down on mine. I can’t resist the pull I feel to part my lips when his tongue prods at the seam demanding entry. Thrusting his tongue against mine, taking control, dominating the moment…dominating me as his fingers bite into my hips.
Desire pools deep within me. Vegas awakens so many different emotions and physical reactions inside me. Things I thought I would never experience when I was Matt’s girl, but I’m not with him anymore. Pushing all thoughts of him aside I get lost in this moment.
Lost in Vegas.
His touch.
His kiss.
Lost in his everything.
His fingers skip up my sides, tickling my ribs. “Can I take this off?” he flicks the strap of my bra against my shoulder.
“Mhmm,” I moan out the word as the sun sets behind us. Out here in the water on the private lake, it’s like we are the only two people in the world.
Vegas shifts, reaching around behind me to unclasp my bra, flinging it toward the shore but missing. His gaze drops down to my chest and he has this hungry gleam in his dark eyes that makes me feel exposed but wanted. “You’re gorgeous.” His fingers trail down my spine and descend lower to cup my ass. Dipping his head, he presses his lips to my neck, planting kisses up to my jaw, then traveling the same path again. The water is cool but heat surges through my veins loving the way his mouth feels on me and the strong possessive hold he has on me.
Cradling my arms around his neck, I press my body to his, enjoying the thickness and pressure of his dick rubbing against me. I move my hips, seeking more friction. Craving so much more, wanting to get out of the lake and take this further. I want him touching me, feeling me up. Vegas is showing me what it means to be wanted. He’s showing me what I’ve been denied for so long.
I like it and want more.
I want more of him.