I climb on the motorcycle behind him, wrapping my arms around him, and breathing him in. This man is becoming my world. It’s happening fast but I want to be more like my bestie and take chances. Live on the wild side. Vegas makes me want to take a chance on him—on us.
When we’re together I feel whole in a way I’ve never felt before. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. All that matters is the way we feel about each other. He pulls up to the apartment and shuts off his bike. He gets off first and holds a hand out for me. I accept his help and he removes my helmet. As we walk up the stairs, I know tonight is the night. I’m going to be with his man. I want to give that part of me to him.
I give the door key to Vegas and he unlocks it and enters first. I know he’s looking for Matt but surely he isn’t stupid enough to return. The apartment is empty, and I lock the door behind us. “If you want to make yourself comfortable, I’ll be just a minute. Cam is staying the night at Sawyer’s, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“Sounds good.” He removes his cut, laying the worn leather over the back of the couch and settling down in the cushions. I hand him the remote and go down the hall before I lose my nerve.
Grabbing what I need from my bag, I dart into the bathroom. Stripping down to my undies, I check my appearance out in the mirror. In a simple matching black lace bra and panty set, I think Vegas will be happy with my presentation. I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and take down my braid. Giving my hair a fluff before slipping my black silk thigh length robe on. I don’t feel the need to make a huge production out of this like with Matt. Vegas, and I don’t need candles and romantic music to set the mood. All we need is each other.
After a quick brush of my teeth to freshen my breath, I’m all set. Turning off the light, I make my way back to the living room. Vegas is snug on the couch, with an arm draped over the back, watching some poker tournament. The moment he sees me, his brows arch and he lets out a long whistle. “Get over here,” he growls.
I stay where I am, taking him in, wanting this more than he knows.
Licking his lips, he asks, “You gonna make me beg?”
Wordlessly, I go to him, dropping myself down to straddle him. His arms go around me, and I hook my arms around his neck, our mouths coming together in a fiery passion. My hips roll at their own accord, my pussy grinding against the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck, you’re damn sexy.” Moving his lips to my neck, I feel like he is touching me everywhere at once. Vegas shoves the robe from my shoulders, yanking the sleeves down my arms. “Let me see you, baby.”
I shrug the robe the rest of the way off. His eyes widen with raw hunger.
“Damn, I’m a lucky man. You’re all mine, Tina. You give yourself to me, and I promise you that I’ll treat you right. You’ll always know that I’m your man.”
“You wanna be my man?”
“How many ways I gotta say it. Let me prove it.” Keeping a good hold on me, he pushes up off the couch, and carries me down hall to Camreigh’s bed. I doubt she’d mind. It’s not like she sleeps in it anymore. I look for her to move in with Sawyer any day now. Vegas lays me on the bed and drops to his knees. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress so that my ass is almost hanging over it. Spreading my legs, he settles between them. Warmth pools in my lower belly and my body hums in anticipation.
Vegas stares at me with so much passion in his eyes, and I know I want nothing more than him to prove his feelings to me. Slow and smooth in his movements, he kisses the tops of my thighs and up to my belly before dipping his head lower again. Running a finger over the slick crotch of my panties he moves in, inhaling my scent. The act is primal and erotic.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” He slides a finger inside me, moving it back and forth through my heat. “Think it’s time to take these off.” He jerks my panties down my legs, and I let him. I should feel self-conscious being so exposed to him, but I only feel wanted. My inexperience doesn’t bother Vegas in the least. The fact seems to turn him on that he’s the first and only man to touch and taste me there. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he cups my ass, holding my lower half up to his awaiting mouth.
Closing his mouth over my clit he takes me by surprise, and I let out a nervous squeal. My sudden outburst doesn’t deter him. It only seems to drive him finger fuck me faster. My thighs begin to quake, and I struggle to pull away, but Vegas holds me in place continuing to drive me wild with his lavish attention to my pussy. I whimper when he removes his finger but am soon rewarded when his tongue serves as replacement. Vegas French kisses my pussy. My fingers move to his hair, tugging him closer. I arch my hips wanting to feel him deeper. Wanting him inside me.
“I want you,” I purr.
Vegas grins up at me lazily. He wipes his mouth against my inner thigh and snakes up my body, covering me with his own as he lays over me supported by his forearms. His mouth comes down on mine, and I’ve never felt more special. I taste my essence on his lips.
“Take these off.” I reach between us knowing that it’s tonight or never. I’m more than ready to lose my virginity to this man. I can’t believe I wasted so much time on Matt.
Vegas shimmies out of his jeans and pulls his t-shirt over his head. His muscled body presses down on mine. I can feel the heat and firmness of his erection kissing my pussy lips. Excitement filters through me. “Are you on the pill?”
“No, are you?” The second the words come out I laugh.
“Don’t think it works like that.” He chuckles.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Do you want me to use one?”
My throat goes dry. “I mean we should, right?”
“Yeah, Sweet Ass.” He rolls off me and grabs a condom from his wallet. I watch fascinated as he rolls it over his thick and long manhood. He settles back over me, and I spread my legs ready for the intrusion. “If it hurts, tell me. I’ll go slow.”
I nod, biting my lip, eager to feel him.
Chapter 14
—Vegas