Vegas, Baby: Volume 2

by Fiona Davenport

  I broke our kiss and panted, “Aurora, baby, are you a virgin?” The possibility of her pussy being untouched, mine and mine alone, pushed me even closer to the edge of my sanity. It also meant I would need to get a fucking grip on myself so I didn’t hurt her.

  “Yes,” she snipped, and I stifled a smile when I saw her stubborn expression. “Is that a problem?” Her attitude was such a turn-on.

  “Only in the sense that it’s going to be difficult for me to hold back so I don’t hurt you,” I explained. “Especially knowing you will only ever have me inside you, knowing this tight little pussy is mine. Yeah, it’s going to be hard as fuck to stay in control.”

  Aurora’s eyelids dropped before she looked back up at me through her lashes, and her cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. “What if I want you to lose control? What if I want you to take me with wild abandon? To show me what passion really is?”

  I groaned and dropped my head, burying my face in her neck as my pelvis involuntarily rocked hard against her. “Don’t talk like that, baby. I can’t handle dirty things from your pretty mouth right now.”

  She was silent for a beat, then she took a deep breath, pushing her diamond hard nipples into my chest and causing more bolts of electricity to shoot straight to my cock. “You mean like asking you to fuck me?”

  That was all it took for me to snap. Any remaining blood in my brain drained and traveled down to my pulsing dick. My hips lifted away from her just enough for me to splay my hands on her thighs and nudge them as wide as they would go. Then I slipped my hands under her ass and brought her up to just the right angle. When we were aligned, I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her dripping pussy. Between her juices and the come leaking from my dick, I slipped in easily, despite the iron grip of her muscles.

  Aurora’s inner walls flexed, and I groaned, “Baby, don’t do that. I’m trying so hard not to—Oh, fuck!” The little vixen bore down and squeezed the life out of my dick. My hips punched sharply, and in another second, I was buried to the hilt. Ecstasy filled every inch of me, and I growled, suddenly lost to the animal instincts inside me. I gripped her round hips and began to pound in and out of her. She’d probably have bruises from my fingers in the morning, but the thought of my mark on her only spurred me on.

  “Yes! Will, yes!” Aurora cried out.

  The caveman in my head was demanding I breed my woman, and the idea already had come spurting from my cock. “Baby, are you on anything?” I asked, almost choking on the words because my jaw was clenched so tight.

  “What?” she asked, her voice dazed and thick with lust.

  “Birth control,” I almost snarled, irrationally angry at the thought of anything keeping me from putting a baby in her belly.

  “Oh crap! No! I—”

  I didn’t wait for her to think about it anymore. I shifted onto my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. It changed the angle of entry so that not only did I go impossibly deep, but every time I withdrew, my cock dragged along her G-spot.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah,” I groaned as her pussy clamped tight around me. “Your pussy obviously wants my come as badly as I want to give it to you. Doesn’t it, baby?”

  “Yes! Yes!” Aurora was shouting now and punching up her hips to meet my every thrust. “Harder, Will! Oh, yes!”

  I wasn’t going to argue with her. I took her legs down and bent them, before pushing them back against her chest. Then I grabbed her hands and shoved them under her thighs. “Hold these up and open, baby.” She widened them, and I came in closer. It wasn’t enough. “More.” Aurora’s eyes grew wide as I helped her open them even farther until she was completely bared to me. I reached up over her head and grasped the headboard. Then I widened my own legs and used my grip to slam inside her with a force so hard the bed banged against the wall. The rhythmic sound of the headboard whacking into the wall got faster and faster, with more and more force. It almost drowned out Aurora’s screams and my shouts of ecstasy. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes, baby! Squeeze that pussy. Oh, fuck yes!” My balls began to draw up, and I quickly slipped my hand between us long enough to pinch her clit so she would go off like a fucking rocket. She screamed my name as I grabbed on with both hands again and fucked her with wild abandon.

  My orgasm came barreling through me and exploded, shooting come into her unprotected womb. “Keep squeezing, baby,” I demanded. “Milk my cock of every drop. I’m going to knock you the fuck up.”

  My gaze locked with hers, clearly displaying my unbending determination. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, but her pussy convulsed hard at my words. The corners of my lips tipped up as I watched her smugly. “Your body knows what you want, baby. Don’t fight it.”

  I rocked into her, continuing to fill her with load after load of my seed. But I kept a tight seal so nothing would escape.

  As our bodies drained of energy, I slowed my movements until I came to a stop. Aurora’s eyes were closed, and she let out an adorable little mewl of contentment. Using the last of my strength, I straightened out her legs, then kept her pressed tight against me as I rolled to my back. She snuggled into me, and we fell asleep with her sprawled on top of me and my cock still buried in her pussy.

  7

  Aurora

  “Aurora, baby." I stretched out, groaning softly because my muscles protested the movement. "I wanted to let you sleep in, but your phone has been going off like crazy for the past thirty minutes.”

  A strong hand stroked down my naked back, and my eyes blinked open. My brain was fuzzy, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. When I lifted my head and focused on the sexy man leaning over me, the events of the previous night all came rushing back. I had mind-blowing sex with this motorcycle riding, tattooed divorce lawyer. And I wasn't even a tiny bit mad about it. Then again, how could I have any regrets after the number of orgasms he gave me?

  “What time is it?” I asked sleepily, pushing up on one elbow.

  “A little after seven,” he answered.

  “Seven?” I echoed in surprise, my gaze lingering on the athletic shorts hanging low on his hips. “It's probably just my sisters making sure I'm up for the day because we have a huge wedding at noon. Anyone else in my life knows better than to call me this early in the morning.”

  “In your life?” he growled, his eyes filling with a possessive gleam.

  “Yeah, you know…vendors, friends, other relatives who I won’t forgive quite as easily as my sisters.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You didn't think I was talking about another guy, did you?”

  He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Not really.”

  “Good, because that’d be dumb since I was a virgin until last night. Plus, I'd hate to get into a fight this early in the morning.” Noticing how the hair at his temples was damp, I tilted my head to the side. “Which brings me to a more important question; why does it look like you've been up for a while?”

  “Not a morning person, huh?”

  I shook my head and frowned. “Not even close. Don't expect me to be anywhere near a good mood until I've had at least my first jolt of caffeine,” I warned.

  “I bet I can improve your outlook on mornings without making a single cup of coffee.” He flashed me a smug grin.

  “Oh yeah, how?”

  His answer was to lower his head and claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I didn't give any thought to the fact that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet this morning while his tongue swept inside my mouth to tangle with mine. His kisses were just too good for my brain to do anything but enjoy them.

  My arms twined around his neck, and he had just lowered his body over mine when I heard the chime of a text message coming from my phone.

  “There it goes again,” he grumbled, lifting up to glare in the direction of my phone.

  “You wouldn't have even woken me up yet if it hadn’t been for that sound,” I reminded him, no longer irritated about my early morning. I had a feeling his kisses were going to be more addicting than coffee, which was saying a lot, considering
I didn’t go a single day without drinking at least a cup or two.

  “I didn't like it then, and I’m even less of a fan when it interrupts me while I’m in the middle of kissing you.” The hint of a pout on his sexy lips was adorable.

  He rolled off the mattress and padded across the room to grab my cell phone off his dresser. Then he came back over to the bed and handed it to me. Glancing down at the screen, I saw that I had about eleventy billion missed messages from my sisters…and a few from my brother, too.

  “Well, it looks like my sisters couldn't keep their fat mouths shut,” I grumbled.

  “What do you mean?” Will asked.

  I opened the text app and scrolled through the conversation thread with Knox. After reading through the messages my brother had sent last night, I turned the screen so Will could see it. “Knox has already heard about our dinner date last night.”

  Will barely looked at the messages from my brother before he flashed me a wide grin. “You can't go blaming your sisters when you don't know if they're the ones who told him about our date last night.” His eyes twinkled as he put major emphasis on the word date.

  “Who else could it have been other than my nosy sisters?” I asked.

  “Maybe it was one of their husbands, or even Becket since we had dinner in his restaurant,” Will suggested.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop being logical first thing in the morning.”

  “How about I make you a cup of coffee while you read through the rest of your messages to make sure nothing is on fire. Then we'll figure out what time we're heading back to the Strip.”

  “Multiple orgasms at night and kisses and coffee in the morning?” I grinned at him. “You better be careful, or else you're going to spoil me.”

  “Get used to it,” he warned. “Because it's no less than what you deserve from your man.”

  “My man,” I echoed, my smile growing so wide my cheeks hurt a little. “Is that what you are?”

  He glided his palm down my arm, tugging the sheet down my hip to trace over the faint bruises he’d left behind last night. “Damn straight it is,” he confirmed. “If you're my woman—and that's exactly what you are after letting me pop your cherry last night—then that makes me your man.”

  It was like I had flipped a switch and brought out his inner alpha caveman. Not that I was about to complain because Will aiming all that macho-ness my way was sexy as all get-out. It made me want to poke the beast a little.

  “If you say so.” I twirled a lock of my hair around a finger and let the sheet fall completely to my hips. “But my memory is a little hazy. I think maybe I need a reminder of what it means to be your woman.”

  “Never let it be said that I don’t give my woman exactly what she needs.” He tugged my phone from my hand and set it down on the bedside table. Then he tugged the sheet all the way off my body. His green eyes darkened a shade as his gaze zeroed in on the proof of my need glistening on my pussy lips. “I’m going to need you to part those pretty legs for me so I can get a much-needed taste of your pussy.”

  I hurriedly complied, shivering when his warm palms glided up along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Oh, yes,” I gasped when his fingers stroked the edges of my bare pussy.

  “That’s right, baby. I want to hear what I do to you,” he urged me as he leaned forward and blew hot air right against my clit.

  My hips jerked off the mattress, and I cried out, “Please, Will. Give me more.”

  His head dipped lower, and his tongue circled my clit. “This kind of more?” I was about to murmur my agreement when he sank a finger inside my wet heat. “Or this?”

  “Both,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around his finger.

  “Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll give it to you.” His mouth was so close to my clit that I felt his breath puff out as he spoke.

  “I’m yours,” I cried out as he slowly dragged his finger from my pussy and pumped it back in.

  “Mine and only mine,” he growled before he devoured my pussy, licking and sucking as he quickly drove me close to the edge. My head flew back against the pillow when he added another finger and increased the thrusts of his hand.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my inner thigh, nipping with his teeth just hard enough to leave a mark. “Even more so when you fly apart for me, knowing I’m the only man who’ll ever see you like this.”

  He wrapped his lips around my clit and twisted his wrist to reach my G-spot, and my orgasm roared through me. “Oh—my—Will!”

  “That’s right, baby. Yours.”

  “Uh-huh,” I sighed, melting against his mattress with a satisfied smile.

  “I guess I’d better go make you that coffee so you get your morning jolt of caffeine to help you get over being grumpy,” Will teased.

  I tugged him onto the mattress as I uttered a sentence I never thought would come out of my mouth, “The coffee can wait.”

  Will didn’t make coffee for another hour, but I was a happy camper as he dropped me off at work after a quick stop at my place so I could change into a different outfit. It probably had something to do with my new favorite way to start the morning…multiple orgasms.

  8

  Will

  I watched Aurora’s sexy ass sway as she walked into the casino until the valet knocked on my door and asked if I could move. Reluctantly, I pulled away from the hotel entrance and drove to the parking garage.

  It had been hard as hell to let Aurora out of my bed this morning. She looked so damn perfect twisted up in my sheets, but she looked even better without them. I groaned and tried to think about anything boring to stem my growing erection. I didn’t need to spend the day trying to work with a hard-on.

  When I felt at least partially in control, I exited my car and headed for my office. Chad had opened and was already behind the front desk, working at his computer. He mumbled, “Hello,” and handed me a mug of coffee as I walked by. “First appointment will be here in twenty.”

  I shook my head in amusement before I took a sip of the steaming brew. Chad was a funny kid. He was the best assistant I’d ever had, but he was from a small town in Arizona and was on the shyer side. He buried himself in work and didn’t say much, which had made me hesitate when I first hired him, but I’d followed my gut instinct. He proved his worth the first time he was confronted with a high-pressure situation, i.e. an extremely angry couple who’d come in for our services. He’d managed to defuse the situation and get everyone acting civilized before they even stepped into my office. The kid had a knack for calming those around him, which was what made his reaction to Aurora all the funnier. If I hadn’t been so distracted by her, I might have recognized the humor in it before now.

  After getting settled at my desk, I woke up my computer and returned to a website I’d been perusing the day before. I’d found what I was looking for; I just needed to make the purchase and have the order put on rush. If I hadn’t been so determined to have it be perfect for my woman, I could have had it that much sooner. But it needed it to be as special and unique as Aurora.

  A few minutes later, shouting in the front office caught my attention. Chad rushed through my door with a harried expression and snapped, “There’s a shouting guy in your waiting room, Mr. Scott. I tried to talk—”

  He’d barely gotten the words out when a man stormed into my office. Chad grumbled and glared at him, then threw up his hands and marched out, muttering under his breath about manners.

  I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest, staring down the behemoth of a man fuming in front of me. “Knox Dawson, I presume?”

  Surprise flickered in his blue eyes for a moment before they shuttered, and he went back to a deadly expression.

  “Aurora showed me a picture of the two of you on her phone,” I explained despite the fact that he hadn’t asked. What had actually happened was that I noticed the picture of her wrapped up in another man’s arms on her lock screen last night and dem
anded to know who the asshole holding my woman was so that I could kill him. In my defense, the siblings looked nothing like each other except for the blue eyes he shared with my girl. Luckily, it had only taken another orgasm to get her to forgive me.

  “I’m going to need you to give me an explanation as to why you’d be dropping my sister off at work the morning after her car was left in the parking garage all night.” Knox seethed after another few moments of silence. He stepped forward and bent over my desk, leaning on clenched fists. It was a tactic that probably scared the living shit out of most people. I could see where Aurora learned it from, and it almost made me smile. “And if it’s anything other than you saw her walking to work and gave her a ride,” he continued, “I’m going to rearrange that face of yours in the unlikely event that someone ever digs up your body from where I’ve buried it.”

  I slowly stood from my chair before bending over to mirror his position. He had a couple of inches and probably twenty pounds on me, so my show of confidence caused another flicker of surprise and begrudging respect.

  “I’m not going to lie to you, Knox. So you need to ask yourself if you really want me to answer that question.”

  Knox’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze bored into mine until he finally blew out a breath and stood. “Fuck,” he grunted. He put his hands behind his head and walked in circle as he exhaled a calming breath. “What is it with my sisters finding the only fuckers on the planet who aren’t afraid of me?”

  He sounded genuinely forlorn, and I had to suppress a laugh. When he faced me again, I shook my head and gave him a pointed look. “You and I both know that’s not what you want for them. Or you wouldn’t make the effort to try to scare us off.”

  Knox grunted something unintelligible and scowled up at the ceiling. Then he locked eyes with me and pointed at my chest. “Drew vouched for you. That’s the only reason I’m giving you the opportunity to tell me what your intentions are with my sister instead of going straight to kicking your ass.”