by Katz, Avery
They both ignored my dirty remark and resumed chatting. They apparently shared the same birthday or whatever. I was stunned to see that Quin had removed his wedding band. I glanced down at my own hand. It never really occurred to me to remove mine.
“Hey, hubbs. Can you pass me the salt?” I tried to get his attention. I even reached under the table and pinched his thigh. He gave me a tight-lipped smile and showed Mr. Orange tan his business card. The guy looked fucking smitten. “Thanks. I might be needing your services soon.”
Yeah, in your dreams, buddy. Quin belonged to me.
“Greg, my new friend Adrian here wants to go dancing. There’s this Japanese club right around the corner. They serve sake and traditional sushi rolls. Would you like to tag along? Adrian happens to be a Nevada native. He knows the best places in town.”
Tag along? His half-assed invitation irritated the fuck out of me. “Thanks, but I will take a rain check for sushi,” I replied. “I’d rather hang out in our fabulous suite and order room service.”
I wiped my mouth with a napkin, crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at Quin, waiting for him to say no. Quin never went dancing without me. Surely he was going to decline the guy’s invitation.
“Sure. Take a rain check. Meanwhile, I’ll be dancing and eating sushi.” He rose from his chair and pushed it under the table. “I will see you back at the hotel. Bye for now.”
I was on the verge of saying “no! I forbid you to go, you clueless hunk,“ but the words died on my lips when I saw just how excited he looked about the prospect of dancing at a Japanese club. I sat back in my chair and watched them go. Adrian had the audacity to wrap his arm around Quin’s shoulders. Jealousy boiled up inside me. I suddenly remembered my behavior at Piranha last night. That was one surefire way to get blacklisted from one of the best clubs in Vegas. The way I grabbed that poor man by his collar and pushed his face into the penis-shaped cake was so unlike me. Thank God, I was a nobody around here, unlike my brother Danny. He was constantly followed by the paparazzi. I was lucky enough to fly under the radar for years. Mastering the American accent also worked in my favor. Working in real estate taught me that people were more prone to trust me if I spoke in their own dialect.
I finished my fries and paid for our late lunch. Quin had zero leftovers on his plate. He sure loved his burgers. Maybe I should have tagged along just to keep an eye on him.
Fuck. I seemed to have developed a possessive streak. Danny would be so proud.
9
Quin
I stepped out from under Adrian’s arm the second we left the pub. He seemed like a nice guy, but I did not want to give him the wrong impression. I was, however, determined to have fun tonight and step out of my comfort zone. I needed to keep my distance from Greg and his irresistible royal ass. At least for a couple of hours until my mind finished processing our latest relationship update. My brain had a hard time computing this new development. I was a mainframe computer with too much data crammed into my memory. I needed to vent and blow off more steam.
Adrian took me to a strip club of all places. It was called Amazeballs. I should have known from the buttocks sign that it was a hangout for Millennials and quirky hipsters. It was this weird combination of arcade games and stripper poles. The disco balls in the ceiling were a tribute to the disco era, and the drinks had strange, explicit names like cock ring, orgy-licious and cosmic cum. It was hard ordering a glass of dildo daiquiri without breaking into fits of awkward laughter.
We sat down at an empty table for two near the stage and watched the strippers shake their money maker. The DJ started playing Korean pop music, and that’s when I realized that Adrian was clueless when it came to Japanese culture. Amazeballs was just another strip club with a unique choice of dance music. There was nothing kawaii about it.
Our drinks arrived with matching penis-shaped umbrellas. I took a much-needed sip of alcohol and watched a group of handsome young men take over the dance floor. The male strippers were busy catering to an entourage of ladies who wore pink tiaras and white dresses.
“Bottoms up.” Adrian raised his glass in the air between us, and I did the same. We were two strangers having a good time and listening to K-pop hits. The sound system in the club was impressive. I wondered if they used Kenwood or Bose speakers. Green laser lights flashed over the crowd while I nursed my drink. Adrian downed his daiquiri before ordering an apple martini. He appeared to be enjoying the strip show taking place onstage. The dancers were ripped. Their muscles glistened beautifully under the spotlights. One of them reminded me of Greg. They shared the same hazel eyes and thick curtain of lashes. We watched the show for a while and ordered a large sushi platter. Adrian told me about his modeling career and how hard it was to book commercials these days. He was attractive with dimples on each cheek and shampoo-ad hair. His tan was a bit on the bright orange side. It spoiled his overall look. Men who went overboard with their tans were a mystery to me. Did they enjoy looking like a tropical fruit?
“Oooh. I love this song,” Adrian said from beside me. He grabbed hold of my arms and pulled me to the dance floor. An upbeat trance song blasted from the speakers while we entered the sea of swaying, grinding bodies. Plenty of men tried to dance with me, but I turned them down. I was so uncomfortable to the point where I started searching for the exit. Who was I kidding? Me? Let loose? Greg was the only one capable of drawing me out of my shell. Adrian noticed my lack of enthusiasm and finally took pity on me. He paid for our drinks and showed me to the exit.
“Are you okay?” he asked once we were outside in the blissfully quiet street. “I can walk you back to your hotel if you like. Japanese music is not for everyone. I know.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Adrian, but that was actually Korean music.”
“What? For real?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Crap. Sorry. I suck at this tour-guiding thing. Well, at least the sushi was good. Please tell me it was Japanese.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He was a sweet guy. “Actually, sushi in Tokyo is a lot different. Cream cheese is a no-no over there. California rolls don’t exist either.”
“Interesting. Tell me more.”
We went for a walk on the Strip before standing in line for the high-roller observation wheel. I told Adrian about my latest trip to Japan where I attended the Tokyo Game Show. It was a video game convention that took place every year during the fall. I toyed with my wedding ring during our conversation, prompting him to ask me about it.
“This ring represents my dream of marrying my best friend.”
“Oh, cool,” he gushed. “Was he the sexy guy from before?”
“Yep,” I said. “We woke up after a night of binge drinking to this.” I wiggled my ring finger. The gold-plated band winked back at me. “Marriage is served like fast food around here. All you need is an Elvis officiator and you’re good to go.”
“True.” He chuckled. “You look miserable though. Why is that?”
I sighed. “Because it was a mistake. Nothing good ever comes out of an alcohol-induced decision. Marrying Greg was on my wishlist for years. I wanted to be married to him but not like this. Plus, he’s afraid of commitment, which is a whole new ballgame. I’m not going to set myself up for failure. Not again.”
“Hey, let me buy you some ice cream. Maybe it’ll cheer you up.”
Adrian went to the nearby ice cream booth and bought me a raspberry-flavored cone.
“Thanks.”
He dug into his cherry sorbet and listened to me vent about Greg and his phobia. I told him about boarding school and how we switched from friends to fuck buddies. During our summer holidays, he would send me emails telling me how much he missed me, but then I would log onto his Myspace profile page and find pictures of him with other guys, drinking and dancing in Ibiza. It was frustrating and disheartening to be in love with someone as mercurial as Greg. He used to change his mind every five minutes. “Sorry to unload this on you, but it feels good to talk about it in the open
. I’m not usually this dramatic. Life has handed me way too many lemons this year.”
“Please don’t be sorry. I’m all ears. Give me a few lemons to carry for you.” He offered. “I have a straight older brother who’s going through the same thing. Only he’s in love with a married woman. It’s always good to get an outsider’s perspective on things. Maybe I can help you turn all these lemons into pink lemonade.”
I smiled and wolfed down my delicious ice cream cone. It was made for this hot, arid weather. We finally bought tickets to the observation wheel and rode inside one of the spherical cabins. The High Roller was higher than the London Eye and offered a panoramic view of Las Vegas and its ocean of neon signs and glamorous hotels. We sat down and watched the fireworks light up the sky.
“You know what? I think Greg may feel a lot more than he admits,” Adrian told me. “My advice for you is to let him do the pursuing. Don’t chase after him anymore. Instead, let him come to you.”
I groaned. “Sex with Greg is my Achilles heel. All it takes is one kiss and I am hooked. I can’t resist him. He invades my body like a computer virus and lowers my defenses.”
Adrian laughed at my analogy. “Haha. For a tech guy, you sure are funny. I say jump his bones all you want but think nothing of it the next day. Act like it never happened. Play it cool and see what happens.”
I leaned forward on my elbows and processed his words. He was right. Why did I have to make a big deal out of things when I could simply enjoy our romping sessions? I should just leave my emotions at the door. My heart was still on the mend. It did not fully recover. Not yet. Wendy barged into my life and crushed it with her love affair. We may not have been in love, but I cared deeply for her. She was the mother of my only child.
Adrian scooted over to me and draped his arm over the back of my chair. “Are you sure you don’t want to try things out with me? I’m single and emotionally available.”
“Sorry, sweetie, but my heart is engaged to another man.”
He shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m just putting it out there just in case you changed your mind somewhere down the line.”
“That is very sweet of you. Thanks for everything.”
Thirty minutes later, we exited the cabin and bought more ice cream. “You know what we should do?” he mused. “We should go see a late-night movie and give your husband the impression that we were up to no good. We need to give him the impression that we did something crazy.”
“Sure. Sounds great. Please lead the way.”
10
Greg
I glanced at the time on my phone. It was half past three in the morning. Where the fuck was Quin? This was unacceptable. We came here to spend time with each other. I was the brains behind this Vegas trip. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. If Quin did not show up in the next hour, I was going to call the cops on this Adrian guy. He could be a serial killer or a creepy stalker like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Shit. Since when did I become so fucking paranoid? Since when did I let jealousy grab hold of me and suffocate me like that?
I rolled over onto my back and heard a familiar noise coming from outside the bedroom. The door to the suite opened and then closed with a faint click. Good. Quin finally decided to grace me with his fucking presence. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He didn’t need to know how I spent the past four hours. I spent the majority of my night picturing him with Mr. Orange tan. My wild imagination took me to X-rated places. I pictured Adrian doing all sorts of naughty shit to my Quin. It was my own brand of torture.
My hubby stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I heard him pee and wash up before returning to the bedroom. He took off his clothes and climbed into bed. The mattress dipped while he made himself comfortable. I closed my eyes and listened to his slow and steady breathing. He remained on his right side of the bed for a few minutes before rolling over and snuggling with me. His spicy Gucci perfume invaded my nose and made me hornier than I already was. His body beckoned me like a siren. I slipped my hand into his boxers and greeted my favorite part of his anatomy. Whatever Adrian did to him tonight, I wanted it gone from his mind. I want to replace his touch with mine.
“I thought you were asleep,” Quin said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Bite me,” I said, teasing the head of his member with my thumb and index finger. I gathered the precum from the tip and bathed his cock with it. He dug his fingers into my shoulder and bit his lower lip. I could barely see his face in the dark, so I reached behind me and switched on the bedside lamp. It flooded the room in a soft yellow glow.
“Your fake snoring gave you away,” he moaned.
“Shut up.” I moved my hand faster, adding a twisting motion to the mix. He hissed and gripped the back of my neck, his moss-green eyes burning into mine. I tugged his boxers down and cupped his tight buns. They were so hard and smooth. I pushed a finger inside his puckered hole, eager to make him cum and forget all about Adrian. He suddenly attacked my lips with a dominant kiss. He sucked on my tongue, sending tiny jolts of pleasure racing down my spine. My cock stirred inside my briefs. I was painfully aroused, but my hands never stopped moving.
He pulled away and bent his head to suck on the sensitive skin on my neck. I released his cock as he rolled over on top of me. He arched his back and kissed a hot trail down my chest. He then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. “Oh fuck.”
He took charge for the first time, ridding me of my boxers and using the lube on the table to stretch my puckered hole. He leaned over me with a determined look on his face. My cock left a wet trail of precum on my belly as he pushed two fingers into my opening. I reached down and stroked my cock to relieve some of the tension. My body was on fire, and he had the power to extinguish the flames. “Would you like me to suck you off, baby?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” I gasped, watching his long cut cock swell like a balloon. Precum dripped from his length and onto my stomach. He bent down and licked my cock from root to tip. My fingers clutched the sheet like a vice. “Fuckity fuck. Yes. Do that again.”
“No,” he answered with a naughty smirk.
He sat on his heels and grabbed my waist. We were almost the same weight and height, but he somehow managed to flip me over onto my stomach with one swift move. I buried my face into my pillow while he massaged my ass cheeks. He smeared more lube into my opening before ordering me to get up on my hands and knees. “You dirty, dirty boy,” he grunted. “Your ass is mine for the taking.”
He teased me with the fat head of his cock, rubbing it between my ass cheeks. “I want your man meat in me. Now.”
He grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me back to meet his cock. The pressure was so fucking intense at first. I closed my eyes and felt him rub against my prostate. His hands wandered from my shoulders to my hips. He anchored me in place and pulled out of me slowly. “Oh, fuck,” he hissed. “You feel so good.”
He pressed his hand on my back and urged me to lie flat against the mattress with my ass in the air. He spread my cheeks apart and blew hot air into my opening before entering me once more. This time, he fucked me raw and hard. His hips collided with my ass with a loud smack. I almost tore the sheets into shreds when he delivered a particularly hard thrust that set fireworks to my body. Sweat dripped down from his chest and onto my glistening back. Quin uttered a litany of fucks that put mine to shame.
His loud, animalistic grunts and quiet moans filled my ears as he pounded me into the mattress. Pleasure collided with the pain as he moved his hips at breakneck speed. “Oh, shit.” I arched my back and fisted my cock. I was so close to cumming.
Quin raised my hips in the air and finally came with a roar. He shuddered violently and filled me with hot ropes of cum. I shivered and my toes curled from the intensity of it all. My balls were harder than marbles, ready to spew their load all over my hand. “Cum. Now.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and smacked my ass.
I shouted his name and c
ame so hard, I saw stars behind my fucking eyelids. “Quin!”
He pulled out of me with a wet plop and rolled over onto his back.
I expected him to kiss and spoon me afterward, but he closed his eyes and went to sleep. His odd behavior confused the hell out of me. The man lying next to me was an emotionless robot. I missed the Quin who used to look at me with his heart on his sleeve.
Where the hell did he go?
11
Quin
The following morning, we checked out of the hotel at noon and took a cab to the airport. Greg was strangely quiet throughout the whole trip. He fell asleep on the plane while I did a few stretching exercises to stop my muscles from cramping. My thighs felt sore after the intense workout I put them through earlier. Making love to Greg was not on my agenda, but when his fingers slithered down my boxers, all bets were off. I felt a little more confident after we had sex. It felt good to take the reins for a change. Sex between us was always good, but last night had been explosive. Greg was at my mercy. He completely lost control, begging me to put it in him. The way he pushed his hips back and welcomed my cock into his stretched hole was so carnal and hot. Usually, I was the one unraveling and losing control when we made love, but last night had been Greg’s turn, and I loved it. Being inside him was better than unboxing a Yalos Diamond LCD screen. Expensive gadgets were like an aphrodisiac to me. Watching his back muscles ripple while I fucked his tight butt was the hottest thing I had ever done.
