What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There

by Terry Towers

  “Oh my God, it’s cold,” she protested, laughing.

  “Mmmm. Then let me warm you.” Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he crouched and

  licked the length of her, gathering up the whipped cream as he went.

  The cool quickly turned to warmth as his tongue removed the cream from her mound. She

  groaned, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back, moaning softly. As soon as the

  coolness was removed and she sighed, she was jolted back to alertness by a cold liquid being

  poured over her mound.

  She inhaled sharply and looked down to see him part her soft folds and lick up the length of

  her slit, lapping up the wine that coated her mound. The heat of his tongue in combination with

  the coolness was thrilling, making her pussy clench in need. She wiggled against his mouth and

  tongue, willing him to thrust his tongue into her needy core. But he denied her.

  Once her mound was clean of the wine and cream, Graham straightened; the intensity in his

  gaze sent a chill of anticipation through her. She glanced down between them and another surge

  of need rushed through her seeing his shaft, full and ready to take her.

  Slipping a hand behind her head, his lips met hers as he lined himself up with her entrance.

  With one hard, fast thrust he embedded himself deep into her. Her entire body vibrated and her

  fingers clawed at the granite underneath her as he began to move within her and with each thrust

  the head of his shaft stroked her inner wall.

  She whimpered and moaned against his lips and exploring tongue. Each inward thrust pushed

  her closer to the edge. Pulling her lips from his she began kissing and nipping her way down the

  side of his neck, enjoying the sound of his low, feral groans with each thrust.

  “So good. I’ve been dreaming of this,” she gasped., Wrapping her legs around his waist she

  began moving with him as she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscular

  flesh and leaving deep crescent shapes. Their movements became more frantic as they both came

  barrelling toward their respective orgasms.

  “Me too baby.” His shaft moved in and out of her with such grace and determination,

  glistening with her juices with each outward thrust.

  The coil of desire within her tightened, causing her belly to ache from anticipation as she

  reached the brink. She nipped at the side of his neck again and groaned. She was almost there –

  so close. Clutching to him as tight as she could her pussy erupted around his dick, a wave of

  relief washing over her, making her cry out.

  “Oh Jesus Ginny.” His pace became frantic slamming into her, not giving her a moment to

  bask in her orgasm and sending her rapidly on the way to another.

  “Harder. Oh God harder!” she screamed. She could feel him preparing to unleash inside of

  her and she desperately wanted to come with him. She leaned back again and caught his gaze as

  she moved with him, meeting his speed and intensity, watching as his cock hammered into her.

  Slipping her fingers to her mound she began working her clit and found herself at the edge in

  seconds, preparing, waiting for him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment

  and would have to come once more without him, he slammed into her so hard that it moved her

  back on the counter an inch and with a low growl-like groan he released.

  The feel of his cum filling her sent her over the edge once more and her cries joined his

  groans as their fluids combined and mixed within her around his rapidly depleting cock.

  “Oh sweet damn baby.” His body relaxed as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly.

  As their tongues duelled and her heart rate slowly went back to normal all that she could

  think was that she was easily the luckiest woman alive to be given such an incredible man.

  Chapter 15

  Genevieve turned the corner and onto Graham’s street with a wide smile on her face as she

  imagined Graham’s expression when he came home after working the overnight shift to see her

  in his bed, giftwrapped and waiting for him. She’d been up most of the night she’d been so

  excited about the day. Today was their one-month anniversary and they had plans for the evening

  so there was no way he’d be expecting her there. She’d even decided to keep the store closed for

  the day so she could devote it to pampering him. It seemed like he was always the one going

  above and beyond to make her happy, she wanted to return the favour. The fact that it was a

  surprise made it even more exciting.

  As his house drew closer she was slightly disappointed to see his car was in the driveway;

  she’d really been hoping to make it to his place before he did. She knew where his “hidden” key

  was and suspected he wouldn’t be upset in the least with her showing up and letting herself in.

  Ahhh well, it’s still a surprise, she supposed and her smile returned, but quickly faded to see there was a car parked on the other side of his. She knew some of his friends – the ones who

  mattered and could possibly arrive at such an early hour anyhow – and didn’t recall them having

  a small blue Fiat. Maybe it was a neighbour who needed the parking spot?

  Deciding to park on the side of the road, she slowed and parked in front of his house. Getting

  out of the car, she popped the trunk and gathered the bags of food and Frederick’s of Hollywood

  bag. She knew he was going to go insane when he saw her wearing what was in the bag. Closing

  the trunk, she made her way up his driveway and placed the bags on the doorstep. She turned and

  was going to retrieve the key he kept hidden under a big rock behind the garbage bin when the

  sound of the front door opening had her freezing in the spot.

  Well, shit. I guess this means Plan B of sneaking in and waking him up with a blow job and a

  hot lunch on the table when he wakes in the afternoon is out of the question now. Talk about bad timing!

  “Can I help you?”

  Genevieve’s entire world stopped at the sound of a female voice behind her coming from the

  house. Don’t jump to any conclusions, she coached herself as she slowly turned to come face to face with a tall leggy blonde woman, barefoot and only wearing a black satin negligee that was

  so short if the woman bent the neighbours would be given a show. The other woman was

  insanely beautiful.

  “Can I help you?” the blonde asked again, planting a hand on her hip, her blue eyes

  narrowing as she scanned Genevieve.

  “Who are you?”

  The blonde pasted a smile on her lips and stepped out onto the porch, extending her hand to

  Genevieve. “I’m Emma. Graham’s wife.”

  Again, the world seemed to stop moving as she looked down at the other woman’s perfectly

  French manicured hand waiting for her to accept the handshake.

  “His wife?” This had to be some mistake. It had to be. “Graham isn’t married.”

  The other woman’s smile turned to a smirk as she dropped her hand. “Sorry to disappoint.

  Not sure what he told you, but I’m very much a part of his life.”

  “Then why haven’t I seen you before?” She and Graham spent virtually every free minute

  together, there was no way he was cheating – he couldn’t. When would he have the time?

  But you also thought he working last night, that’s why you stayed home. What if all those

  double shifts he was putting in were all a cover-up so he could keep both relationships goin
g? a voice in the back of her mind warned.

  Her mouth went dry and her stomach did a flip flop. She feared she was going to be sick. It

  felt like the past was coming back to relive itself.

  The blonde shrugged. “I’ve been around. We had a little spat before he went to Vegas, but I

  promise you, we’ve resolved our issues.” The blonde grabbed the Frederick’s bag and passed it

  to her along with the grocery bag. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not welcome here any

  longer. I assume you were a distraction until we got things worked out. They’re worked out

  now.”

  The blonde woman spun around and started to make her way back into the house. Dropping

  the bags to the ground, Genevieve followed behind the woman, stopping her from closing the

  door.

  “I want to speak to him.”

  The smirk returned to Emma’s lips. “Honey. He’s sleeping, we had an exhausting night. Do

  yourself a favour and don’t embarrass yourself more. Take your skank ass home.” Without

  another word the other woman slammed the door in Genevieve’s astonished face.

  This can’t be happening, not again. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Not again, Graham was supposed to be different. But how else could she explain Emma nearly naked

  answering the door? Graham’s car was in the yard so he was home. Gathering the bags of

  groceries and the Frederick’s bag from the ground, with a hollow heart, Genevieve made her way

  back to her car.

  When she reached the car, she considered turning back and demanding to go in and speak to

  him face to face, refusing to leave until that happened. Hear it from his mouth. But what good

  would it do, really? All that would be accomplished would be her embarrassing herself further.

  “Fuck him,” she growled to herself, “fuck him and fuck Alex and fuck every man in this

  motherfucking world.” Her friends were right, no-attachment sex and you don’t get disappointed.

  There’s no point in giving a man your heart, all they did was tear it in two and throw it back at you. Fuck them all!

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Dane ~

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Dane shouted, rubbing his eyes as he made his way downstairs

  and to the front door. “I swear to God, if it’s someone peddling some bullshit magazine or

  preaching the Goddamned gospel there’ll be hell to pay.”

  The previous night had been hell, the streets seemed to be crazy. Every insane and unstable

  person seemed to be out and the calls never stopped. It had been a long time since he’d been so

  exhausted. He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall next to the door. 6am. He’d gotten less

  than an hour’s sleep.

  “This is bullshit,” he grumbled, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

  His hazy state immediately cleared at the sight of Genevieve on his doorstep. She was

  fighting back tears and the feelings he’d had for her before she chose his brother came rushing

  back to him and it tore at him to see her hurting. He’d spend the past couple of weeks telling

  himself she was just another girl to him, but he knew he was lying to himself.

  Quickly he stepped aside and motioned for her to enter.

  “Oh Dane!” She threw herself into his arms, burying her face against his neck. “I didn’t know

  where to go, or who to talk to.”

  He held her tight to him, stroking her dark hair and basking in the sweet smell of her

  shampoo. She felt so good in his arms, regardless of the reason she was there. He wasn’t sure

  what it had been about her that had gotten under his skin, but she had and despite making up with his brother, he still couldn’t bring himself to go see his brother when he knew she’d be there. He knew now why he kept himself at a distance, he didn’t want to allow himself to be in a position

  to be hurt.

  “What’s going on?”

  “It’s G-Graham…” The floodgates opened up and sobs overtook her, her petite body

  trembling with each sob. “Why does it keep happening? Why? First Alex and him?” She pulled

  back to look him in the eye, her green eyes red and brimming with a new set of tears. “What’s

  wrong with me?”

  Dane frowned. What in the hell did Graham do to her? He was scared to ask and bring about

  another round of tears and sobs.

  “Not a thing, you’re incredible, Ginny.” He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her

  temple. “Come on and sit for a minute. Do you want some water, coffee?”

  “No… I don’t know. I just…” She sniffed and raked her hand through her hair.

  Closing the door, he led her into the living room and sat down on the sofa, pulling her down

  with him. She sniffed as she sat and cuddled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and

  burying her face into his bare chest.

  “Do you want to talk about it? What happened?”

  She shook her head and clung tighter to him. He was dying of curiosity, he had no idea what

  Graham could have possibly done. He let her go so she wouldn’t be hurt, because he thought she

  had a better chance with Graham. Graham was the faithful one who wanted a commitment. It

  made no sense.

  Could he have been wrong? Should he have fought harder to win her affections? Graham

  hadn’t said a word about them breaking up or her being upset with him, although they still

  weren’t on the best of terms with each other.

  “Can you just hold me for now?” She looked up, pain etched in her face. “Just for a bit.”

  He touched the side of her face, swiping at the tear that was making its way down her cheek

  with his thumb. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” Grabbing a throw pillow he arranged it

  and laid back, pulling her down with him so she was stretched out next to him, snuggling the top

  of her head under his chin.

  Why in the hell did I let Graham have her? She felt so good and right in his arms. He didn’t say a word to her, just waited. Her sniffs slowed and stopped, replaced by soft snores. With a

  sigh and too tired to remain awake any longer and seeing no point in it, Dane closed his eyes and decided to go back to the sleep she’d interrupted. There’d be time to get to the bottom of things when she woke.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Graham ~

  “Thanks a lot, man.” Graham gave his partner Officer Mooney a nod as he exited the car and

  stepped onto the sidewalk in front of his house. They’d attended a football game before their

  shift so it made more sense just to carpool rather than take separate cars to the game and then to work since their shifts were at the same time. They didn’t carpool often, but in cases like this it made sense.

  He was across the lawn and about to step onto the porch when he caught sight of Emma’s

  Fiat in his driveway.

  “What the fuck…” he frowned as he walked toward the car and discovered it empty.

  Turning back to the house his eyes landed on the large rock he hid his spare key under and

  noticed it was overturned. Emma was there, in his house waiting for him.

  You have got to be kidding me, he groaned inwardly. After all this time why in the hell is she here? If anything he’d have expected to see her showing up at Dane’s house, but certainly not his.

  The last thing he wanted to do was deal with Emma today. His plan was to go straight to

  sleep and get up mid-afternoon to get ready for his date with Genevieve. Since it was their one-

  month anniversary he wanted to make it extra special. While most men never thought of such

  t
hings, he knew it would be important to her and he could barely wait to see the big smile that

  would spread across her lips when she discovered what he had planned.

  He sighed, as he made his way back to the house and with great reluctance unlocked the front

  door and stepped inside. Pausing just inside the door he stood and listened for any indication of where she might be; the house remained silent.

  “Emma?” he called out, but silence answered him. Perplexed he performed a thorough search

  of the bottom floor and came up empty. Glancing up the staircase to the second floor he cringed

  and began the stairs as if he were a man walking the mile of death row.

  Oh fuck me, he groaned inwardly as he walked to his bedroom and noticed the door was

  closed. He never closed his bedroom door. What in the hell is she doing in there? As he asked himself the question, he suspected he knew.

  Opening the door he stepped inside and as feared there she was, stretched out on his bed, a

  wicked smile on her lips and dressed in a little teddy that barely covered her.

  “What are you doing here Emma?” He crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her, waiting

  for an explanation. “You’re no longer welcome here, I thought we had an understanding on that.”

  She cringed, but not one to be deterred she struggled to her knees and made her way to the

  end of the bed. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I think the divorce was a mistake.”

  Leaning against the door jamb, Graham shook his head. “There wasn’t any mistake, Emma.

  We should never have gotten married in the first place – that was the mistake. But now we’re divorced and that’s how it should be.”

  “Come on. Think about it. We were good together. I’m saying I’m sorry, you’re the one I

  should be with.”

  Graham laughed as things became clear. “You and the FedEx guy broke up, you went to

  Dane and he wouldn’t give you the time of day so now you’re back. I see now.”

  Her lips turned into a pout and she shook her head. “No. No, it’s not like that.”

  “So you and the FedEx guy are still together?”

  “No.”

  “So if I were to call Dane and ask if you came sniffing around he’d tell me no?”

  She lowered her eyes and began twirling a lock of golden hair around her index finger. “Dane