Hot Vegas Nights (The Trifecta Book 1)

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by Logan Chance

“I tried to keep my mouth shut, but she played dirty.”

  I kiss him. “It was perfect. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

  “Anytime.”

  Chapter 20

  Ben

  “This isn’t safe driving.” Clara moans as I pull her dress up and brush my fingers over her drenched panties.

  “You make me crazy. I need to touch you. Your place is too far away.” My finger slips under the material of her panties and I drag my finger through her wetness.

  “I only live ten minutes away.” Clara reclines the seat, spreading her legs wider to give me better access.

  “Too far.” I stroke her, listening to her moan when I touch a sensitive spot. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, impaling her with one thick long finger.

  “No, don’t stop.” Her legs shudder as I pull it out and push it back in with slow measured movements.

  “Tell me what you want. Tell me what to do to you.” I glance over to see her eyes shut tight, her face tense with pleasure. “Tell me, Clara. I want to know all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”

  “I want you to finger me until I come. Circle my clit with your thumb as you thrust your finger inside me. Make me come before we get back to my place.”

  “Fuck.” I hold onto the steering wheel with my other hand. Somehow I manage to stay on the road. Following her instructions, I push my finger deeper inside her, feeling her tightness grip it. My thumb circles her clit rubbing her faster and harder as she grinds into me. “We’re almost there. Clara, you need to hurry up for me.” My teeth grit together, and my cock is straining against my zipper. I push down on the gas pedal with the need to get her home now.

  I add another finger as I drive through the streets, making a left turn into her neighborhood.

  Clara moans. “Don’t stop.”

  And I don’t. I keep finger fucking her while she grinds against my hand.

  Her pussy pulses around my finger and I’m about to come in my pants. I almost drive by her parking lot. I park the car as Clara still shudders from the aftershocks in the passenger seat.

  I jump out of the car, running around to open Clara’s door. Tossing her over my shoulder, I run to her door unlocking it in record time. Once we’re inside, I don’t stop until we’re in her room.

  Her legs wobble a little when I set her down.

  “Turn around.”

  Her movements aren’t stable, making me smile with the knowledge I’m the one who took her equilibrium away.

  I’m like a kid on Christmas, unwrapping the best wrapped present. I unzip her dress slowly, revealing the satin skin underneath. The dress pools to the floor, uncovering the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. Clara wears a black-lace bra with matching panties, but her black-lace garter belt has me dropping to my knees.

  My hands move up her legs. And she trembles at my touch. I unsnap the garter belt, rolling down her stockings, kissing her heated skin as I go.

  Clara reaches out holding onto her bedpost for support. I unsnap the other side, kissing all the skin I uncover. I run my hands up and down her legs, letting my palms mold over her calves and thighs.

  When I’ve spent enough time worshipping her legs, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties, letting them travel down her legs and discard them with the rest of her clothes. I squeeze her ass again before worshipping it with my mouth.

  “Ben,” Clara calls out when I open her thighs and lick her pussy from behind.

  I take mercy on her, picking her up and putting her on the bed. Her chest heaves from the attention I pay to her body.

  “I need you.” She reaches out and pulls me on top of her.

  “I wasn’t done. I want to kiss you everywhere.” I undo her bra throwing it over my shoulder. Sucking one nipple into my mouth, Clara bucks against me.

  Her hands reach between us undoing my belt, using her heels to pull my pants down. My dick springs out, thankful to her for setting him free. She grabs my shaft, pumping it back and forth.

  “I’m not done with you.” I try to move her hand, not wanting to blow right in her hand.

  “Ben, I promise you can lick, suck, kiss my body next time, but right now I need you inside me. Now.” She squeezes my cock and I’m done for.

  I grab her ankles in one hand, lifting her up so she’s exactly where I need her to be. When I push into her we both cry out.

  “Hard, Ben.”

  Blood rushes through my ears at Clara’s order. She nods and I’m lost. I pound into her.

  My heart beat amps up, doubling the amount of blood pumping through my veins. My body picks up, and I keep slamming into her with everything I’ve got.

  God, she feels so damn good.

  Clara throws her head back, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me, Clara. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock.” I let go of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. I lean over and suck on her nipple, moving to her neck to bite it.

  Clara screams my name as her orgasm crashes over her. I keep pounding into her getting all the pleasure I can get from her. She collapses on the bed, her breathing labored. I pull out of her. Clara grabs my cock, pumping it in her hand, and coating it with her juices.

  I’m so fucking close.

  “Keep pumping. That’s right, Clara.” Fuck.

  My body jerks a bit as I come all over her hand.

  I fall over next to her trying to catch my breath. Clara lays next to me, both of us limp from exhaustion. When I’m able to feel my legs again I go to the bathroom, get a washcloth and help her clean up.

  Clara curls up next to me, and I hold her tight.

  “So about this licking, sucking, and kissing my whole body,” she says, her eyes closed, but a wide smile playing on her face.

  “Yeah.”

  “When do you think we can do that?”

  I laugh, pulling her tighter to me. “Whenever you want.”

  “Good.” Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. I run my finger up and down her spine before drifting off to sleep with her.

  Clara wakes me up from our little nap by wrapping her mouth around my cock. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I groan out in surprise.

  “Clara, what the fuck are you doing?”

  “I decided to wake you up.”

  “Well, you can wake me up like this any day of the week.”

  She climbs on top of me and rides me like the goddess she is. My mind nearly explodes from how good she feels.

  She moves, leaning on her elbow. "Your brothers aren't going to think it's weird we're together and I’m going to be working with you?”

  I roll over her, pinning her under me. “Ok first, don’t ever mention my brothers when I’m inside you ever again.”

  She laughs. “Sorry, but you know what I mean.”

  “My brothers want me to be happy, and they'd be pissed if you quit. Clara, I’m falling in love with you. I meant what I said before. You’re it for me.”

  She smiles, and I know I've eased her fears. Her voice is playful when she asks, “But how do you know I’m the one?”

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “Because you’re kind.”

  I kiss her forehead. “Because you don’t put up with my shit.”

  I kiss her cheek. “Because I can’t think of any other person I want to be with.”

  I kiss her other cheek. “Because you’re smart.”

  I kiss her neck. “Because you’re sexy.”

  I suck one nipple. “Because I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

  I suck on her other nipple. “Because you’re the one I’m going to love forever.”

  I lift up my head. “Because you’re the only girl I’ve seen puke and still want to take home.”

  Clara sniffs and I wipe the tear running down her cheek.

  “I’m falling in love with you too.”

  “Took you long enough.”

  She laughs as her legs wrap around me, ending our conversati
on.

  Epilogue

  Clara

  Four Months Later

  “Where are we going?” I ask for the third time since Ben put me in his car and tied a blindfold over my eyes.

  “Patience. We’re almost there.”

  Ben holds my hand as he drives, the radio playing in the background. His thumb rubs over my knuckles, embarrassing me by turning me on.

  After the wedding Ben’s been at my house every night. He says he can’t sleep without me next to him. I don’t argue because I feel the same way. We go out to dinner with my dad at least once a week. Giving him the support he needs as he goes through his divorce.

  Yeah, I know. How exciting.

  Trifecta is having its grand opening in four months. We’re working hard getting it ready for opening day, and I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished so far. Even being busy as we get his new venture together, Ben made a rule where we stop working at eight-thirty every night and spend the rest of the night not talking about anything work related.

  I’m so in love with him it hurts, but I’m not scared. Not when I can look at him and know without a doubt he feels the same way.

  “We’re here.”

  I reach to take off my blindfold but Ben stops me. “Not yet.”

  He opens my door, picking me up before I can climb out of the car.

  “Should I be worried?”

  Ben laughs and kisses me on the forehead. He unlocks a door, but still doesn’t set me down. With a deep breath, Ben puts me down and unties the blindfold.

  Tears rush to my eyes. We’re in the renovated Trifecta club.There’s still construction going on to transform it from Big Willie’s, but it’s coming along. Willie still has the place for three more months and he’s keeping the venue open draining the last drop of money he can before it turns over to the Trifecta. We promised to keep the construction hidden so it wouldn’t hurt business. But right now all I see are the roses and candles all over the room.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you.”

  “I’m going to give you a pass on that cheesy line because it’s so perfect in here.”

  “Thank you, but your surprise isn’t done yet.” Ben leads me to a chair in the middle of the stage. He presses a button on a remote control he has in his pocket. The song he gave me my first lap dance to comes on through the speakers.

  His hips move in rhythm to the song. Lust rushes over me when he grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up, revealing his abs. The abs I’ve spent countless hours memorizing. He leans over and grinds into me, moving around in an arousing dance. He unbuttons his pants and I reach over wanting to help him get them off faster.

  “No touching the talent.” He kisses my nose.

  I lean back and enjoy the show. A loud thump sounds when his pants hit the stage. “What was that?” he asks.

  “I don’t know. It was in your pocket.”

  Ben chuckles as he gets down on his knees, running his palms over my legs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring box.

  My hand covers my mouth as tears rush to my eyes.

  “Clara, I love you. You’ve made me the happiest man. But you could make me even happier if you marry me.”

  His hands shake as he opens the box. A sparkling princess cut diamond winks at me in the light.

  “Yes, yes.” I get down on my knees and kiss him.

  Ben puts the ring on my finger, and I fling my arms around him. He picks me up and walks me further down the stage where an air mattress with rose petals waits for us.

  “Air mattress, huh? Pretty confident.”

  Ben cracks a smile as he tosses me on the bed. “I’m a Trifecta, what can I say?”

  "No, you're my Trifecta "

  Thank you for reading. Ready for more? Axel gets more than he bargained for in DIRTY VEGAS NIGHTS.

  Meet Axel and Emma by CLICKING HERE!

  Keep reading for a sneak peek at Chapter One.

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  Sneak Peek Dirty Vegas Nights

  The Trifecta Book Two

  Chapter one

  Axel

  A scream rips through my dreams, wrenching my body straight up in bed. There must be a murderer here. Another scream pierces the air and the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up. Throwing the covers off my boxer-brief covered form, I lunge out of my warm safe haven, and yank the door open with a snarl. When I find whoever the person screaming is, and they’re not being murdered, I just might do the honors.

  My whole body aches from working all day. I’ve been looking forward to my bed since the moment I woke up from it the day before. I follow the screaming outside to our backyard. At least I won’t have to clean the tile. I can just hose off the murder scene and get back to my mattress faster.

  You always want to think of the positive in these situations.

  The mayhem seems to be coming from next door. It looks like the place has been bought, by screamers.

  Fucking great.

  “Hey.” My voice booms with frustration and I don’t bother to hide it. I’m tired, sore, and cranky. As soon as I shut this asshole up I can get back to bed. If I get it done fast enough it might still be warm.

  I’m not normally an asshole, but my brothers and I have not only been working nights at our regular job, we’ve also been working our asses off getting ready to take over our club. All I want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep the day away, but first, I have to shut the banshee up.

  “Some people are trying to sleep,” I say, peering over the fence. And as soon as I do, I know I’ve made a huge mistake. This is what happens when you’re exhausted, you aren’t able to assess the situation you’re in before acting out. And not only am I exhausted, I’m an asshole. A huge one.

  A tiny little girl in a pink bathing suit runs around in the early morning, having the time of her life in the sprinkler. Well, she was having the time of her life, until her dickhead neighbor yelled at her. Shit.

  Her brown eyes glaze over with tears and her bottom lip trembles. I rake a hand through my hair. The teary eyed little girl runs over to an older woman I hadn’t even noticed was standing there. She scoops her up and kisses the top of her head before shooting me a death glare.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize.

  The little girl has her blonde head buried in her savior’s neck. Her savior looks to be in her early fifties, and is beautiful except for the anger in her eyes as she studies me.

  “Sorry for what?” another woman, the younger replica of the lady holding the little girl, walks out through the sliding glass door with a sippy cup in her hand. She glances at the crying child and then back at me. “What did you do?” she snarls as she picks up the little girl and cradles her

  “He yelled.” A pudgy little finger points directly at me, the accusation loud and clear. I bump my forehead on the fence post, wishing I’d just pulled the blankets over my head instead of coming out here.

  When I pick up my head, the woman’s long tan legs are eating up the distance between us as she marches over to me. My tiny victim is wrapped around her, staring at me. Her finger still out and pointed in my direction. I try to get my thoughts in order before she reaches me, but I’m having a difficult time. I want to blame it on exhaustion, but it’s not that.

  She’s probably the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something because every night at work I’m bombarded by sexy women who try desperately to impress me.

  But this one beats them all.

  I do a quick inventory as she strides over to the fence between us, wishing I can slow down time to take her all in. She’s got long thick blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. A ponytail I want to release, letting her sexy locks free. She’s wearing tiny pink shorts and a tank top with nothing under it.

  Thank you hot Vegas sun.

  I’ll admit it, I’m staring hard, wanting to see if her breasts are fake or not. But she moves too fast for me to figure it out.

  Her pink
nails snap in front of my face getting my attention off her large chest and straight to her face. I groan as I get a good look at her. Her soft-brown eyes spark with anger, making her sexy as hell. Her nose is slightly turned up at the end, and her full lush mouth is turned down into a frown.

  “What did you do to my daughter?”

  I give myself a mental shake. How pervy can I be? Staring at her, while she holds her crying daughter. The daughter I just yelled at. This is why I need more sleep. I drag my hand through my hair again and focus on the little girl instead of the furious goddess.

  “Hey little one. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was asleep and when you screamed I thought someone was being hurt. I’m sorry.” I wink at her, feeling even lower as her bottom lip trembles.

  Her brown eyes assess me with the innocence only a child can have. I haven’t been around a lot of children, but my guess is she’s around three. “Meanie,” she says.

  I crack a smile and her mom takes a deep breath, making her tits move with her diaphragm. I refuse to look at them, not wanting to appear even more like a perverted asshole.

  “I am a meanie,” I say with a grin. I’d agree with anything she says if it stops her tears.

  The little girl keeps staring at me. She reaches out and taps her finger to my nose. “Boop.”

  My mouth drops open, and I do the only thing I can think of... I reach out my finger and boop her nose right back. I get a toothy grin and she wiggles out of her mom’s grasp, running back to the sprinklers.

  The mother’s white tank top is wet where she was holding her daughter making the material see through. My cock strains against my boxer briefs and I’m glad there’s a fence between us so I don’t look like an even bigger jerk.

  “Stop looking at me like that.”

  My eyes snap back to hers. “I’m sorry.”

  “Is that all you can say?”

  She stands there with eyes blazing deep into me and all of a sudden, I have a hard time remembering words. And then, as if all the words in my vocabulary come back in a rush, I ramble not knowing what else to do. “I’m sorry. Sleeping…and…tired. I didn’t mean to yell at your daughter. Screaming. Murder. Mayhem.” Ok, now I just sound like an idiot.

 

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