I dialed the number for the kitchen before I cleared my throat.
“Andrea? You okay?” I asked.
“Huh? Yeah? Oh, yes. Sorry. Just thinking about something.”
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfort—yes. Andrea Faith’s room. Mhm. Top floor. Can you give me a second?” I asked.
She cocked her head at me as I pressed the phone receiver to my shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my comment,” I said.
“You didn’t.”
I could tell by the look in her eye that she was telling the truth, but then it raised another question. How did that comment make her feel?
“Salmon and a shrimp cocktail with grilled vegetables,” she said.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Lunch. Salmon and a shrimp cocktail with grilled vegetables.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Sweet tea?”
“He might have to make it fresh. It’ll come up hot,” I said.
“Ew. No, thanks. Um… what about limeade, then?”
“‘Atta, girl. Yes, I’m ready to give our order,” I said into the phone.
I rattled off our order, then tacked on a couple of desserts to the end of it all. I watched Andrea slide off her bed and start gathering up her things, her eyes searching for her suitcase. I scanned her room before my eyes fell upon it in the corner, so I snapped my fingers to get her attention. I pointed and she smiled, then she gave me the cutest little thumbs up I’d ever seen in my life.
It felt easy being around her.
I set the phone down into its cradle while Andrea continued to pack. I knew I needed to. But I didn’t want to leave her presence. So, I picked up the remote, settled myself onto her bed, and began flipping through the channels on the television.
“I don’t think I’ve ever watched television in Las Vegas,” I said.
“Welcome to vacationing with me,” Andrea said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I don’t go on vacations because I don’t see the point in doing them by myself when the youth center needs me. But, I’m the kind of person that would rent out a hotel like this that has all of the things I’d need and then just stay in it.”
“You’d like the mountains then.”
“Oh, I love the mountains. Especially during the fall, when the leaves are changing colors? One day, I’d love to take a vacation there. Get a cabin. Stock it up with food to cook. Maybe have a hot tub on the deck out back that overlooks a mountain range that’s changing colors. Oh, it would be a dream. I could live in a place like that.”
“Why don’t you, then?” I asked
“The kids need me, and I enjoy what I do with the youth center. It’s hard at times. Especially the budgeting. But, I couldn't even consider leaving them for something like that.”
“What do you mean, especially the budgeting?”
I watched her jam all of her things into her suitcase before she sat down and sighed.
“Sometimes, I have to take chunks out of my own paycheck to make sure we make ends meet.”
“How often have you had to do that?” I asked.
“Twice already this year? I’m looking at about a five-thousand-dollar deficit I’ll have to even out by the end of the year.”
“Five-thousand-dollars? How do you live in Charleston if your paycheck is going to something like that?”
“I make it work. Sometimes I get my groceries from the dollar store. I eat a lot of pasta dishes. I slowly renovated an old, rundown apartment to fit my needs. Doesn’t eat up my paycheck in rent and all I have to do it keep it from rotting away.”
“Andrea, that isn’t safe. You at least need a decent place to stay.”
“I mean, when I can afford it, I’ll find it. I stay with Jessica and her roommate, Bianca, from time to time. You know, when it gets rough. But it’s what I do for the kids and I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way, Everett.”
Her eyes connected with mine and I felt my heart seize in my chest. She was remarkable. There were no words to describe how selfless and genuine and incredible this woman was. I took a second to drink her in. To take in all of the glory and the strength and the beauty that was Andrea Faith.
In another world—in another scenario other than this one—I would have considered marrying a woman like her.
“Everett?” she asked.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Are you okay? You have this funny look on your face. Don’t tell me you’re getting sympathy pains from that pill I took.”
“Wait, why? Are you not feeling well?”
I hopped off the bed as Andrea shook her head.
“Stop being so jumpy. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re good. You don’t have to keep dancing around me the way you are. We’re only fake married, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the few perks that come with it.”
I had no idea where the hell the words came from, but I felt my cock lurch at them. Andrea’s eyes fluttered up to mine as I stood in front of her, my strides bringing me closer to her beautiful form. She stood her ground next to her suitcase as I approached her, getting lost in her beautiful, vibrant green eyes.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before my thumb stroked her cheek.
“I mean… you are a remarkable woman, Andrea. And even though we’ve found ourselves in a very interesting situation, there isn’t anything I’d take back about some of the events leading up to it.”
I watched her skin flush as her eyes fell to her feet. I crooked my finger underneath her chin and rose her gaze back to mine. I guided her movements, and not once did I feel her fight against them. My cock hardened against my pants. I watched her nipples pucker against her dress. Fuck. What I wouldn't give to wrap my lips around them. To remember that action. To always have it in the confines of my memory.
“Do you know what I regret?” I asked.
“What?” Andrea asked breathlessly.
“I regret not remembering what it felt like to lose myself in your body.” I thumbed my finger over her lower lip, watching it bounce as she sighed. “You’re my wife. And I’m your husband.”
“Technically,” she said.
“Technically,” I said, grinning. “So, why not make a memory to take with us we can draw upon later?”
I took a step toward her, closing the distance between our bodies. And I was ecstatic when she didn’t move away from me. Her breaths came in short pants, her chest heaving against mine. My hand slid around her neck and cupped the base of her head, helping to ease the tension in her muscles as her eyes kept locked with mine. She barely came up to my chest. She was eye level with my heart beat. I reached down and wrapped my free arm around her lower back, then picked her up off her feet. A squeal of delight left her lips, and the sound made my cock pulse for her. I turned her around and walked her over to her bed, then lowered her gently to the mattress as our eyes stayed connected.
“We’ve got some time to kill before lunch gets here,” I said.
I slid my hand up the inside of her leg and felt her willingly part those thighs for me.
“Let’s see how many memories we can create before it gets here.”
SEVENTEEN
Andrea
I gazed into is eyes while his hand slid up my thigh. Those beautiful, enticing blue eyes. My body came alive for him. Heat pooled so greatly between my legs that the heat pressed juices from my slit. My heart raced so quickly I couldn’t count the individual beats. His touch was electrifying. It sent me over the edge as my body coursed with energy. I needed him. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to figure it out, but in that moment my body needed him against me.
So, I gripped his shirt and pulled him down to my lips.
They crashed together as his tongue slid between my lips. And the second they connected, his finger inserted itself into
my warmth. I groaned. My hips rolled. I felt him tease me with another finger before he filled me with his thick digits. My legs shook at the touch of him. The feel of him within me. I couldn't help myself any longer, I simply couldn’t. I fisted his hair and rolled my hips, bucking into his hand and no longer caring about what I looked like.
Then, his thumb found my clit.
“Oh shit,” I choked out.
“There she is. That’s the spot,” Everett said.
“Oh my gosh. Everett. Yes.”
“Mmm, I adore those sweet sounds of yours, Andrea.”
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Only if you don’t hold back.”
I met his gaze again before my back hit the bed again. I fisted the sheets as my body splayed for him and I felt his free hand come down onto my thigh. He pressed me open. He opened me to the cool air of my hotel room. He got down onto his knees and kissed up my leg as my fluids drenched his hand. I couldn’t take anymore of it. I needed to come. I needed to feel him pressed between my thighs and his tongue on my clit and his fingers filling me until my walls pulsed around him.
I reached down for his thick head of hair and gripped it tightly, then placed him exactly where I needed him to be. And the chuckle that rumbled from his throat made me groan.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” Everett said.
His words shot fire through my veins. I loved it when he called me beautiful. It had been so long since anyone had called me that, much less a man. His thumb slowly slipped down as his fingers curled against my walls and his tongue immediately pressed into my swollen nub. Stars shot through my vision. I came alive against the hotel room bed. I bucked into his face and felt his lips suck around my clit, forcing me up a hill I was desperate to climb. My toes curled. My thighs shook. I wrapped my legs around his head while his fingers pumped in and out of me. It was all too much. The scruff of his face against my legs. The way he hummed his appreciation against my pussy.
And yet, I still hadn’t had enough of him.
“Everett. Please. Let me come. Let me come. I need to. I need it.”
“You need it, huh?” he asked.
I nodded frantically against the bed as his tongue lapped up my slit.
“Oh… shit!”
“You might want to be quiet. People might be able to hear you,” he said.
“Let them hear,” I groaned.
I felt his tongue still against my pussy, allowing me just a second to catch my breath. Allowing me a moment to process what I had just said.
And by the way Everett’s eyes hooked onto my face, he was processing it as well.
“Whatever you wish,” he said.
He dove back between my legs and rose himself up onto his feet. He hovered over me, his neck craned down into my pussy like a wild animal. My legs shot straight into the air, opening me to him as his tongue ground into my slit. Juices dripped down my ass crack and electricity buzzed in my gut as his free hand bent one of my knees to my chest.
“Oh, shit. Everett! Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Everett, please!”
He slid his fingers out from between my thighs and bent my other leg to my chest. He pinned me to the bed as his body fell to mine, and our lips crashed together. I groaned in frustration as his lips pressed my mine. I lapped my juices off his skin before trying to push him back down. I was so close. So close to that final end. And I wanted to meet it so badly.
“Why did you stop? Why did you stop, Everett? Why did yo—”
The second his thick cock slid between my legs, it rendered me silent. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as his dick rushed along my wet walls. My legs trembled. My knees sat at my chest. He filled me deeper than I ever thought possible and his eyes wouldn’t let go of mine. A salacious grin slid across his cheeks. His hands pressed into the mattress as he seated himself against my body. I gasped for air as my juices coated his cock and balls, dripping down him as we gazed into one another’s eyes.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded furiously, unable to utter another word.
He pulled back and slammed into me and I wailed out into the room. My hands wrapped around his forearms as my nails dug into his skin. He pulled back and slammed in again. Deliberate movements that sent me screaming for more. I wanted him to have no mercy. I wanted him to take no prisoners. I wanted this behemoth of a man to fuck me until I called out nothing but his name. Until Las Vegas was nothing but a memory.
“Everett!”
He crashed his lips down onto mine and his hips moved at lightning speed. Skin slapping wet skin filled the corridors of my room as the bed smacked against the wall. My pussy fluttered. It ached for release. My hands slid up his arms to his meaty, pulsating shoulders, and I clamped down into the swell of his muscles. Sweat dripped from his brow and fell onto my chest. He buried his face into my tits and kissed every part of me he could. I felt his teeth. The suction of his lips. The warmth of his cock as it swelled against my walls. I felt my body coming undone beneath him as I gasped for air, and all I could hope was that he didn’t stop. And oh, how his body rocked mine.
“I’m com-... I’m com-... I’m com--.”
I couldn't even complete my statements. My eyes rolled back and my chest arched off the bed as my pussy engulfed his cock. My legs fell to the bed, jumping and contracting as electricity blinded my vision. My hands fisted the sheets as my body trembled for him. Everett’s lips kissed up my chest. Fell into the dip of my neck. Nibbled upon my skin as his cock sheathed itself into my pulsing warmth.
He rocked against me, riding me through my orgasm as I dropped to the bed and gasped for air.
“Mmm, how beautiful,” he said.
My eyes fluttered upon and caught his mischievous stare.
“Let’s see if we can get you to do that again. Lunch has another… thirty minutes?”
I felt my body being ripped from the bed as my legs slipped from his shoulders. And it wasn’t until my back pressed into something cold that my eyes ripped open. Everett removed his shirt as he pinned me to the cold surface with nothing but his legs and hips. Holding me up with the strength of him while he rid himself of his clothes. His muscles rippled. They draped over his taut body, covered in tanned skin from the sun on his hard work days. Sweat glistened against his amber skin as his cock filled me to the brim. His hands found mine. Our fingers intertwined and he pinned my hands above my head. It wasn’t until I found the strength to tilt my head to the side that I realized what he had pressed me against.
The window.
I was pressed against the backdrop of Vegas.
His cock dove in and out of my pussy as he pinned me against the window. Rendering me motionless as his body wrecked mine. I curled my legs around his waist and hung on as tightly as I could while his hips pounded into mine. My eyes fell open and closed. My lips pulled taut and pressed out. I no longer had control over my body’s reactions. I could only go along for the ride. My nails curled into the tops of his hands. My heels dug into the dip of his lower back. His thick dick plunged into my depths, drenching himself in my juices as they leaked from me in rivers.
“Andrea. Fucking hell. You have no idea how good you feel.”
His grunts and groans were nothing compared to my name upon his lips.
I rolled my hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Somehow, my name off his lips breathed a life into me I couldn't explain. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck as he sank into me. And my pussy willingly swallowed him down. My walls vibrated. My body shook. I felt my end approaching yet again as Everett’s hips began to stutter. His groans turned into growls as he pressed further into me. He fucked me thoroughly, and not once did he ever move away.
Back up.
Put any space between us as we met our ends.
“Andrea. Shit.”
His lips fell against mine as his body crashed me tighter against the glass. He released my hands, allowing me the time to thread my arms around his
neck. I clung to him as my body released. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth as our tongues collided. Then, I felt his shift. His cock was gone and I felt empty again as my forehead fell to his shoulder. The thickness of him was wrapped up in my pussy lips as his threads of come shot against my ass cheeks. My nails dug into his skin. I kissed and nibbled the side of his neck. I shook in his arms as my body contracted and released, soaring me through waves of pleasure that blinded my vision.
And all that while, come shot from Everett’s dick. Across my ass cheeks and painting the window with his lust-filled designs.
His legs quaked. His body grew weak. He slowly slid down to the floor, taking me with him. My back slid across the come design on the window. It painted my skin as he knelt against the floor. His forehead fell to my chest and he buried himself into my tits, trying desperately to catch his breath. Neither of us said a word. We honestly couldn’t. His entire body shook against me as his arms slid around my back. He pulled me close. He held me to him as he knelt on the floor beneath me. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his temple and coating him in my softness.
I loved the way his muscles pressed into the excess of my body.
“Andrea.”
“Yes, Everett?”
“You have no idea how—”
A knock at the door startled us bot and Everett whipped his gaze up to mine. In an instant, his body was filled with a strength it had been devoid of only seconds ago. He picked us body up from the floor before tossing me in bed, then he ripped the sheets over my body. He looked around, trying to find his clothes as a voice called from behind the door.
“Room service. Lunch delivery.”
The two of us sighed with an innate relief.
“I’ll get it. You get comfortable,” Everett said.
“Are you sure? It is technically my room,” I said.
“And I am sure, because I’m technically paying for it,” he said, grinning.
I shook my head as he opened the door in nothing but his boxers. The smells of the food we had ordered filled the room and my stomach growled out into it. I pulled the covers over my body. Everett rolled the silver tray in before he sat down onto the edge of the bed, the tray placed between his widely-spread legs.
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