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Vegas, 10AK Nightclub
Ashley
I frown as the man covered in perspiration tries to cling to me. Oh, for Heaven's sake. “Do you mind?” I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I’m waiting at the bar.
“Not at all,” he slurs.
Oh God. My eyes flicker over to my group of friends and I watch as they all smile and raise their glasses to me in jest. Damn them. This bachelorette weekend away is reminding me why I am eternally single. I fake a smile. Bitches.
“I mean it, baby. Let’s dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone so you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he asks. Give up, you pushy bastard.
A tall and dark haired, handsome guy walks past, and I quickly grab him by the arm. He frowns as he turns back toward us.
“Erm… This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip to check out his competition.
My eyes scan up and down the man I’ve just grabbed.
Oh, he’s gorgeous. I timed that well.
The guy raises an eyebrow as his eyes flick between the other guy and me.
“This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like he could be nice. I’m sure he’ll save me.
The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my… wife?” he questions.
I nod. “Uh-huh.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Mr. Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “I see you’ve met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice. I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Mr. Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over, grabbing the back of my head before he pulls me towards him. His tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth. His tongue takes no prisoners as it swirls deeper into my mouth.
What the frigging hell?
His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my God, this was not in the brochure.
He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts then back up to my face.
I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes glance back at the other guy as I lick my lips. Holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Mr. Tall dark and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off, mate. She’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd. What, wait! Where are we going? I look over at my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr. Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for? This guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit. We arrive at his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist to pull my body close to his.
“Boys,” he calls to his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”
Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh.
“Hello.” They all smile.
“Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my waist.”
“About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?”
His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down, smiling before then going back to their conversation as if this exchange is a common occurrence.
His eyes drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes are up here,” I tell him. He can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up his beer and drinks it. “So?”
I frown, of all the nerve. “So… you keep looking at my boobs.”
“You noticed?”
My mouth drops open. “Well, yeah. I’m not imagining it.”
He smirks as he sips his beer. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
His friend returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph,” he calls. “Come meet Bloss.”
His friend raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a drink.
“Thank you.” I smile gratefully. I look between the six men he is with. These guys are all gorgeous… and cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. I glance back at my friends on the other side of the bar and I bite my bottom lip. I’ll just have this drink and then go back over to them. It can’t possibly hurt to have one drink.
His friend turns back to the other men, while tall dark and handsome’s eyes drop to my breasts again.
“What are you doing?” I shake my head.
“Imagining.”
I raise a brow. “Imagining what?”
“How those tits are going to look around my cock tonight while I fuck them.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
He smiles a slow and sexy smile. “You were safer with the other guy.”
My eyes hold his. I have no words.
“Because, unlike him, I will get you to do what I want to do. And tonight I want to fuck those big juicy tits of yours.”
My brain misfires as I get a visual of him naked above me, sliding his cock between my…
Woah. It’s been too long.
“T-that’s not happening,” I stammer.
He shuffles around in his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a fifty-dollar note. “Do you want to place a bet on that?”
“What an over confident prick you are.” I shake my head. Never have I had such a cheap pick up line used on me. “And yes…” I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand.
“I will bet fifty dollars on you not getting your cock between my boobs tonight.”
He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you. I will take that as a personal challenge.”
I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
I smirk. There is something extremely honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not.
It’s disarming.
His hand drops to my behind again, and he rubs it as he smiles to himself, looking me up and down.
I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck. There will be no physical activity between us tonight. I’m not that kind of girl.”
He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles against my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter for me. I am a goal orientated man, you know.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom, do you really think I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my intention?” He raises his brow.
I laugh out loud. “Shut up, you freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
Two hours and six cocktails later…
The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this?