Vegas Baby: A Bad Boy's Accidental Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  With a pleased smile on my lips, I scrolled through the music on my phone as I walked to the living room and headed straight for the little bar at the corner. I pressed my finger over the cover of my favorite Paganini album and poured myself a triple shot of bourbon before walking with the bottle in hand toward my favorite chair at the corner. A pleasurable sigh passed through my lips as the lively violin music started to play through my speaker system and I took the first sip of my drink.

  Lost in the darkness and the music, I sat there and enjoyed my solitude for long enough to down about half the bottle. Although I was nowhere near drunk, my alcohol drenched brain required a few seconds to associate the bright lights that suddenly invaded my house through the window behind me with the headlights of an incoming car.

  Knowing that Pam was currently on a plane returning home from Tokyo, I frowned at the idea of being anywhere near Jessica while alone and buzzed. Deep down, I knew the risks this entailed and seriously considered the idea of running to my room or office just to be rid of the temptation.

  However, this was my house which I had paid with my hard-earned money and, for that reason, I decided that I was over being confined to certain areas simply because my wife wasn’t home and her hot daughter was in the room. With a resolute breath, I poured myself another shot, crossed my ankle over my knee and decided that I would stay in my chair, drinking my booze and relaxing until I was done. A second later, the front door opened and the sound of high heels coming in my direction echoed louder than the music.

  I pulled in a deep breath through my nose as my eyes moved out of their own accord to the archway that connected the foyer to my living area. There, like an angel dowsed in light, appeared Jessica. She had on a form-fitting dress that showed every single one of her killer curves and her hair was styled in full, sexy waves. My tongue peeked from behind my teeth to lick my dry lips, and my cock instantly hardened as she walked into the living room, filling the space with her flowery perfume.

  Not entirely sure if she hadn’t noticed me or if she was simply ignoring me, I watched her walk to the bar area, grab a bottle of vodka and pour herself a hefty dose. I brought my glass to my lips at the same time she did and took a very large gulp. I kept my eyes on her as she poured a second and then a third drink and downed both with the same voracity as she did the first. Once she was done, she placed the glass back on the wooden surface and turned around, leaning her lower back against the edge.

  “This music is beautiful,” she said with a sigh.

  I smiled, pleased that she enjoyed the same music I did. Music had always been a huge part of my life and, for some reason, I couldn’t quite explain, it was important to me that she appreciated the same style I did. Taken by the moment and the alcohol, I did the one thing I knew I shouldn’t do. I engaged Jessica in conversation.

  “It’s Niccolò Paganini,” I said in a soft and velvety tone. “He was so good people said he sold his soul to the devil.”

  A soft, humorless chuckle passed through Jessica’s plump lips. “It’s funny how people never believe that someone can simply be good at something on their own merits. He probably studied for years and practiced until his fingers were raw, but God forbid talent and dedication were the reason for his success.”

  The anger in Jessica’s usually sweet voice intrigued me. With a sideways smirk on my lips, I poured myself another shot and asked, “I wholeheartedly agree, but something tells me that you’re not talking about the violinist.”

  Finally, she stole a peek at me. Even in the darkness the smile that formed on those delicious lips filled my body with tingles and excitement. My cock hardened even more as I imagined all the places I wanted her mouth to be and though, usually, I would push those thoughts away, this time I didn’t.

  “I might not be,” she admitted in a softer voice. “I might be talking about assclowns that think a girl isn’t capable of finishing Med School a year early.”

  “Any assclowns in particular?” I pressed. Since she was wearing date clothes and angry as shit, I sincerely hoped she would give me the answer I wanted to hear.

  With a sigh and the glass and bottle in her hands, Jessica pulled away from the bar counter and slowly started to make her way toward me. “As a matter of fact, there are two. The first is my sexist professor and the second is my ignorant boyfriend.”

  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The word boyfriend was definitely not what I expected or wanted to hear, but knowing that she was mad enough at Trey to call him ignorant softened a little of that blow.

  “Well, considering assclowns—especially the misogynistic and stupid ones—are never to be taken seriously, I suggest proving the professor wrong and ditching the boyfriend,” I started in a tone that was somewhere between playful and deadly serious.

  Jessica came to a stop right in front of me and started laughing as she sat in the chair facing me. The sound of her laughs was as alluring to me as the bouncing of her tits and the crossing of her long legs. Once more, I ran my tongue across my dry lips, but this time, her eyes followed it.

  “Shouldn’t I just prove both of them wrong instead of having to go through the trouble of finding another boyfriend?” she asked in an innocent tone once her laughs subsided.

  “Hell no,” I deadpanned as she poured herself another drink. “You can’t change your professors or do anything about their prejudice, but you can choose who you involve yourself with. A boyfriend is a choice, not an imposition. If he’s a dumbass, just kick him to the curb.” Deep down, I knew I should have stopped at that, but I was crossing into the drunk territory, and she smelled too good, and her cleavage was distracting. So, I added, “I can even get rid of him for you if you don’t want to bother. I’ll be a pleasure, really.”

  Jessica’s lips opened to pull in a deep breath. Her chest expanded with the new surge of air and pushed against the fabric of her dress in a way that completely fucked all the hard work I had done to control my desire. I could feel my carefully crafted control slip away little by little, and though I had fucked Vanessa only minutes before leaving my office, I was just about ready to pounce out of my chair and devour my little step-daughter whole.

  “I can take care of myself, Ben,” she said, and my name on her lips was like oysters and peanuts and peppers all rolled up into one tempting as fuck dish. “I don’t need a daddy to take care of me.”

  I tilted my head and, with a voice filled with innuendo, said, “Yes, baby, you do. But that’s not the point.”

  She pulled in another long breath and fidgeted in her seat. “What’s your point, then?”

  I placed my glass on the side table and pressed my forearms against my knees, so my body was leaning forward toward her. “My point is that you shouldn’t settle for some mediocre boy that doubts you. You’re too good for that.”

  Seemingly nervous, she finished her drink in one gulp and, after putting her glass down, leaned forward toward me as well. “What do you suggest, then? Waiting out until the man I really want stops running from me?”

  My heart started to pound in my chest at her words. Entranced by the power of her fiery gaze, the world around me fell away, taking along my newfound allegiance to my wife and even the fear I felt over Pam’s threats. All that existed at that moment was me, Jessica and the tiny amount of heated space that separated us.

  Like a paperclip to a magnet, I inched myself to the edge of my chair to be closer to her. Holding her gaze, I said, “Nobody is running, baby.”

  “You’re still married, though?” As soon as that question passed through her lips, Jessica closed her eyes as if embarrassed to have said it.

  I, on the other hand, kept my eyes wide open and focused on her as I felt something change deep inside of me. Thanks to the complicated nature of our relationship, I had held back my true nature around her. I had been controlled, respectful and gentle when it came to her, but the combination of alcohol and her brazen sex appeal brought out the real me. The one that was laser focused on getting what h
e wanted when he wanted.

  And all I wanted, was her.

  With a hand on her thigh, I knelt in front of her and placed my other on the back of her neck. Keeping my voice low and steady, I whispered, “Not married enough.”

  Her gorgeous green eyes opened wide at my words and her pupils dilated. They focused on me for just a second before I tossed caution and good sense aside, leaned forward and finally touched my lips to hers.

  Chapter 15 – Jessica

  My mind couldn’t really process what was happening. Although I could feel Ben’s touch scorching my skin and his lips pressed firmly against mine, there was a voice in my head that insisted that it was all just a dream. And I believed the voice. How could I not when kissing that man was what most of my recent dreams were made of?

  Convinced that this was all just a simple drunken hallucination, I let go of my inhibitions and decided to make the most of it. With a thumping heart, I raised my sluggish arms to the back of Ben’s head and dipped my fingers into the soft tresses of his dark hair, pulling his face even closer to mine. My lips parted, and his tongue instantly ventured into my mouth, massaging mine with soft, arousing strokes.

  The kiss was so intense I felt my lungs burning with the need for breath, but I just couldn’t bring myself to pull away from his expert mouth for an inhale. It was as if the air had become unnecessary for my survival. All I needed was that kiss and his touch and the heat that started to build in my core.

  I moaned as Ben’s lips pulled away from mine to kiss a slow line from my cheek to my neck and upward until he found the lobe of my ear. He nibbled at my flesh causing the juices from my arousal to ooze out of me until my panties were completely soaked. I pressed my crossed legs together, hoping for some relief to the hungry throbbing I felt but found none. After so many months pleasuring myself to porn movies and thoughts of my daddy, I knew my body well enough to know that the need I felt would only be sated one way—with something rubbing at my clit or pounding in and out of my pussy until I found that delicious and all-consuming orgasm.

  Desperate for more, I tightened my grip on Ben’s hair as he continued to lick, nibble and kiss my flesh. As if reading my thoughts and knowing the need I felt, Ben’s right hand slid in one fluid motion down my neck and shoulder until it covered my breast. Through the layers of fabric, his skilled fingers kneaded and teased my sensitive skin while his other hand slowly traveled from my knee all the way down to my calf. His touch was so hot and intense it was almost painful, but still, it made me want more.

  Holding my leg firmly, Ben uncrossed my legs and scooted forward a bit more to occupy the space between them. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers started traveling in the opposite direction and inching their way closer and closer to my throbbing center. I moaned and dug my fingernails into the skin of his neck as he flicked the strap of my dress off my shoulder to expose my left breast.

  “Fuck! That is one perfect tit, Jess,” he groaned while dipping his head toward my cleavage to nuzzle and kiss the bare skin of my boob.

  Although I had played with my nipples many times in the past, nothing I had done to myself had prepared me for the feeling of a man’s mouth on my rosy peak. It was electric and hot and overwhelming in the best way possible, but at the same time, it was sobering as shit. Having Ben’s mouth clasped around my nipple made me realize that this really wasn’t a drunken dream or hallucination. It was real and amazing and way over my head.

  In an attempt to control my stupid raging emotions, I pulled in the largest breath I had ever inhaled in my life. When that didn’t help, I tugged at his hair until he released my nipple and looked down into his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “You want me to stop?” he asked in a voice that was filled with emotion.

  I shook my head and said, “No, but I’ve just realized that this isn’t some realistic wet dream so I feel the need to explain that I may not be very good at this.”

  “At what? Sex?” Ben’s tone was genuinely intrigued.

  “Yeah,” I muttered with a nervous nod. “I mean, I might be good at it, but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never done it before.”

  A slow, sexy, almost predatory smile curled on Ben’s lips as he held my gaze. Despite the silence and anticipation between us, the fingers he had on my inner thigh continued to climb up my leg toward my center. I visibly shivered.

  With eyes narrowed, he asked, “Jessica, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

  “Yes,” I admitted under my breath as I looked down with embarrassment.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Ben muttered as his hand returned to my breast and his fingers started kneading it. “How the hell did that happen?”

  The excitement in his voice made me feel a little less awkward about my admission, and I was finally able to look up at him. Holding his gaze from under my lashes, I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve always liked being independent, and up until recently, I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to give myself to in that way. That was one of the main reasons Trey and I broke up back then and why he’s annoying me now.”

  “Because he wants to fuck you?” he asked, and my cheeks flushed. It was pathetic how he could have a hand up my skirt and another covering my naked boob, and I didn’t blush until he said the word fuck.

  I pulled in a long, calming breath and nodded once more. “Yeah. He wants to, but I don’t. He doesn’t make me feel that way.”

  Ben tilted his head and inched the hand he had on my leg a bit closer to my center. “And which way is that?”

  His blunt question was so arousing I wanted to press my legs together to find some relief, but that was impossible with his hand lodged right between my thighs. Our contact and my inability to find any comfort to the ache in my center only intensified the need I felt for him.

  “Aroused and hungry,” I replied in a breathless voice. “Like my skin is on fire and my body will give up if I don’t find my release.”

  A crooked, wicked looking smirk curled up in his lips, and his fingers inched a little bit closer to my pulsing pussy, but still, he didn’t touch me there. “And have you felt that way before?”

  Too overwhelmed to form words, I just nodded my reply. That wasn’t enough for Ben who pressed me for an actual answer. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want to know how and when you felt aroused.”

  “The first time I felt like that was right before we met,” I started without even thinking. This was something I would never voluntarily share, but there was something about the way he asked me and the appreciation in his eyes as I said it that compelled me to speak. “I was alone at home, channel surfing one night and ended up on a porn channel. A girl was sucking a guy’s cock, and they both looked so into it that it woke up something deep within me.

  “For the first time in my life, I wanted to be that girl. The one with a cock in her mouth, a guy’s load on my chest and a real man in my life. Then, a few days later, we met, and you’ve kept that fire lit in me, but now it’s burning me to the ground.”

  With a new and kind of dangerous spark in his eyes, Ben asked, “How did I do that?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, you just do. The way you look, the way you speak to me, the way you make me feel naked whenever your eyes are on me. It makes me . . .”

  “What?” he demanded once I trailed off.

  Unsure of how to say it, I simply pulled in a lungful of air and brought my hand to the elbow of the arm he had between my legs. Holding his gaze, I slowly pushed his arm forward until the tips of his fingers touched the wetness of my folds and then said, “Like that.”

  At the contact, Ben’s tongue lapped at his lips. A second later, he leaned forward and pressed those luscious wet lips on mine. His kiss was demanding and sexy, but if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded by pinching my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I moaned against his mouth as he started to roll the sensitive flesh back and forth, hardening and elongating it in the most pleasurable way.

  He pushed his fingers deeper into me, p
robing my opening with soft bouncing motions and exploring my clit with the pad of his thumb. The pressure was heavenly and made it impossible to contain the moan building in my chest.

  “Shit, Jess,” he whispered with his mouth still pressed against mine. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  Not really knowing what to say but still unable to keep my mouth shut, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. “Yeah, I get that way easily.”

  Ben pulled back just a little to look at me. His eyes contained equal amounts of amusement and desire as he chuckled. “How do you know that?”

  “Because it happens every time I see you,” I deadpanned, once more unable to contain my thoughts inside my head. “You look at me, and I’m soaking wet. You touch me, and it’s like a waterfall in my pussy. Even after I masturbate, all I have to do is think of you, and I’m dripping again. It’s very annoying actually.”

  “Not to me,” he retorted with a little bite on my lower lip. “To me, that’s very convenient and sexy as an actual fuck.”

  His admission and the evident desire in his voice made me feel strangely empowered. It was as if knowing that he wanted me finally finished the job that porn movie started. For the first time in my life, I felt desired and comfortable in my own skin enough to be bold and let go of every fear, plan, and reservation I had held over the years.