Finally, we head back to the hotel, four bags and a hefty charge on my card later. She doesn’t know how hefty the charge is, but I’m sure she’ll figure it out soon. For now, though, she’s smiling and happy. “You know what we should do tonight?” She turns to face me while walking backward in front of me. “Let’s go dancing!”
“Okay.” If it makes her happy, right now I’ll do it.
“Yeah, I can wear those short shorts I bought with that lace top! Oh, and my new, strappy Louboutins.”
The fucking Louboutins that she had to get but put back when she saw the price. I couldn’t hide that particular purchase from her, so we fought until I pulled the Sterling card again to get her to cave in to me.
I almost groan aloud thinking about how her legs will look in those sexy as fuck shoes and those short fucking shorts. My best friend’s little sister. My best friend’s little sister.
“That sounds so cute, love.” The sarcasm oozes out of me as I imagine all the douchebags salivating over her tonight. I can’t help but wonder how many guys will be pulling a wank over her. Fuck. I’ll be one of those douchebags, too. My fucking best friend’s little fucking sister.
She links her arm through mine as she tell me, “Just you wait and see, Bradley. It’ll be fun! You won’t be sorry. Promise.”
I nod my head, different scenarios running through my mind, and I can’t help myself from thinking famous last words.
Two hours later and she is still in the bathroom doing whatever it is women do in there. Just thinking about her in that shower, soapy water running down her body... Fuck. I had no choice but to take care of myself during the shower I took earlier, and I’m still on edge. I’d do it again, but I’m now dressed in black slacks and a fitted, black button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up.
I’m looking out the window at the strip, all lit up and twinkling. The Eiffel Tower across the street looks almost real. I bring the glass of scotch I’m holding to my lips to take a sip. I hear the door unlock and turn around as she walks out of the bathroom.
She’s wearing the black shorts she bought earlier. They’re tailored and cuffed at the bottoms like trousers, but they fall very low on her hips and very high up on her toned thighs. It’s her top, though, that gets me harder than stone. Black lace all over, it’s fitted and molds to her every curve. The sleeves are long and sheer, and the neck dips down into a deep V at her cleavage and it stops an inch or two under her breasts in a tight, scalloped edge that lies against her flat, exposed abs. A diamond dangles at her belly button, and it’s all I can do to hold back a groan. I can see the solid black bra cupping her round breasts perfectly underneath. Her blond hair falls around her shoulder in loose waves, and I don’t know what she’s done to her eyelashes, but they are so thick and dark, they make her eyes look mysterious. The long line of her lean legs looks like satin leading into the black stilettos with criss-crossing straps over the tops of her feet, and I’m very glad I pushed the issue and made her accept them.
Fuck me, I thought she was a walking wet dream before, but this is something altogether different. I’m going to be fighting tonight for sure. The question is, will it be some other guy or myself?
“Sorry it took so long. I took a bath instead,” she says while putting some essentials from her purse into a smaller bag that has a hook around her wrist.
My eyes rake over her, taking in every single part I can see and imagining the parts that I can’t. “Look at you, all grown up,” I say, rather hoarsely, I might add, as I manage—just barely—not to whimper.
“Yep. No more stuffed bra for me. I still remember when you took all my padding and made it float in the pool. My mother thought it was floating candles. I’m going to be honest, Bradley, that night I went to bed and wished a case of food poisoning with bouts of explosive diarrhea on you.”
I bark out a startled laugh as she tells me this in a mock serious voice, doing nothing to hide the smile at the memory.
“Now, I’m starving. Where do you want to go for dinner?”
I try to reel in my wayward thoughts while taking the final sip of my scotch.
“First off, that was not my idea. Okay, maybe it was mine, but it was a test. A science test—to see if they would float or sink. And by the way, it was Sterling who actually took them out of your bras,” I tell her with a smirk on my face. “I was thinking of staying in the hotel. I got us a table at Hyde so you can ‘dance your arse off.’ I also booked us a table at Prime Steakhouse. Is that okay?” I wondered what I could do if it wasn’t.
She saunters on those four-inch heels over to me. “That’s perfect. I was just thinking I could go for a nice steak. You know how I love me some meat.” She winks at me and adds, “A couple bottles of red wine sound pretty good right about now, too.” She takes the glass from me and puts it down on the table as we walk past it to the door. In the hall, her hand reaches out for mine as we walk to the elevator, and I don’t pull away, even when I feel her touch pulse all the way through me.
We walk through the casino still holding hands, and I tighten my grip when I notice how many head turns and stares she’s getting.
A man walks past her and says, “You’re looking fine tonight, babe.” Then he high-fives her!
She just giggles, and even though I’m pissed at that, my cock jumps at the sound.
I inhale deeply as I think about what this night is going to be like. We arrive at Prime, and I guide us straight to the hostess’s stand. “Two for Fitch.”
The woman there looks at the pad in front of her, scratches out our name, and says, “This way, sir.” She grabs two menus and a wine list as she leads us through the restaurant to the terrace. There are about twenty or so tables out here, all of them overlooking the fountains. She seats us right in front, along the cast iron fence. I pull out the chair for Lexi, and she smiles at me over her shoulder. “Look at you, being chivalrous.”
I move around the table to my chair opposite of her, grabbing the napkin from the plate in front of me and laying it on my lap. “Are you trying to kill me tonight?” I ask her as I open the wine list and attempt to peruse it, but I’m so flustered right now, the words look all jumbled up.
“What are you talking about now?” she asks while opening her menu.
“You’re practically naked,” I tell her, unable to make eye contact with her as I say it.
She sighs and puts down her menu. “I’m not almost naked, Bradley. All of my lady bits are fully covered,” she says in a voice a parent would use when their child is testing their patience. “There will be no nip slips happening here tonight.” She motions to her chest.
I’m about to reply when the sommelier approaches us to discuss the wine. I’m not even going to lie and pretend that I’m listening because I’m not. I’m focused on her tits now as I try to catch a glimpse of her nipple. It’s a fruitless effort because no matter how she moves, I see nothing.
“So, what did you want?” Her voice interrupts my inspection.
“What?” I look up at the sommelier, who is waiting for my answer. “Do you have a preference, Lexi? Cab? Merlot? Pinot?”
She replies that she loves Pinot Noir.
I turn back to the sommelier and tell him, “Please just bring us your best Pinot Noir, something from Oregon or California. We are both having steak.”
He nods at me just as the fountain show starts up again. We spend the rest of the meal watching the show and finishing off two bottles of wine. I don’t even see the total when the bill comes. I just sign my name.
She gets up from her chair and teeters to the right. I jump up to steady her so she doesn’t fall over, and her hands find their way around my neck. “My savior,” she says. Her fingers creep into my hair to play as she leans into me and inhales. I think she just smelled me. “You smell nice, Bradley.”
Yes, yes, she smelled me.
My arm wraps around her waist as I’m about to tell her that she smells good enough to eat when the fucking fountains go off again.<
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She starts to sway as she breaks out into a song that was way before her time. “I want to dance with somebody, with somebody who…” She stops suddenly, seeming to catch herself, and continues, “Let loose with me, Bradley. Will you dance with me?”
One hand comes out of my hair and trails across my cheek to my jaw before she places it on my chest. My cock is now fully erect and is no longer acknowledging my attempts to talk him down. He’s done, he’s gone rogue, and the rest of me is barely hanging on.
“I’ll dance with you, love.” My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer to me, close enough that she can feel the effect she has on me.
“Then take me.” I tilt my head back and groan at the thought of taking her. Hard. Fast. Deep. This is my punishment right here. God is fucking with me.
She takes my hand in hers and turns away as she pulls me behind her, weaving us through the crowd of people until I see the sign that reads HYDE.
I look at the long line of people waiting to get in and smile at them in apology for cutting ahead.
“We need a table, please,” Lexi says to the bouncer with a smile. “Bradley here would like a table, outside, please, near the fountains.” She giggles as she leans into the big man at the door and whisper-yells conspiratorially, “He gets so excited watching them shoot out.” She bursts out laughing, and the big guy just grins at her.
I pull her back against me. A bit of faux exasperation tinges my tone as I tell him, “We have a reservation for Fitch.”
He aims a smirk at me as he goes to check his list and then speaks into his headset. My arm is wrapped around her waist, my hand resting on her bare stomach. I was wrong, it’s not just soft, it’s silky smooth, and my thumb moves involuntarily to stroke it.
The bouncer waves us in, and we follow a woman holding a light up to illuminate our way through the dark club. She leads us to a white U-shaped sofa with a low, black table in the middle that has a candle flickering softly in the middle. “My name is Sam, and I’ll be your server this evening. What can I get you folks?” she asks while Lexi settles herself on the couch.
“It’s so pretty here, with the lights of the strip,” she says, turning to look. “I’ll have a Grey Goose and cranberry, please.”
Sam looks at me. “What about you, sir?”
“Scotch on the rocks. Macallan if you have it, Bowmore or Johnnie Walker Blue if you don’t.” I slide into the other side of the couch and fold my hands in my lap to keep from grabbing Lexi and dragging her over to me. My best friend’s little sister.
“Come sit with me.” She pats the seat next to her with her hand.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I avert my eyes, looking anywhere but at her, to avoid making eye contact with her.
“I promise I won’t bite, Bradley.” She puts her hands on her sides and leans forward. “Unless you want me to, then I will.” She winks at me. This woman is going to drive me insane.
I sit back in the couch, stretching one arm along the back of it while the one closest to her rests on my knee.
The song “Shots” comes on, and she moves to get on her feet right away, or at least she tries. Her foot twists, causing her to fall backward onto the couch. On the way down, she throws a hand out behind her to break her fall, and it lands right on my fully erect cock. Without removing her hand, her eyes come to mine as she mutters, “Well, that answers that question.”
Picking her hand up before her fingers can get any more inquisitive, I place it on the couch beside her and ask, “What question?”
She leans in, attempting to whisper, but it comes out as more of a yell. “Your cock, Bradley. You’re a big guy. I mean, look at those boats you call feet. Your hands are the size of dinner plates, and don’t even get me started on your fingers, my God.” She shrugs and looks around. “A girl can’t help but wonder,” she mutters almost apologetically.
Wait, what? She’s been wondering about the size of my cock? I sit here stunned and gaping at her as I groan out, “Fuck me.”
She gets up on her feet, steadier this time, holding out her hand to me. “Come on, you said you’d dance with me.” Her body is already starting to sway with the music.
I look around and see that she has already attracted a lot of attention. I see two scumbags devouring her with their eyes, and I know if I don’t go out there with her, they’ll be all over her. Watching them watch her, I’m sliding off the couch before I snap. I pull her close to me as her arms wind their way around my neck. “So you do dance?” she says, her body moving to the beat against mine.
“No, not usually, but you’re drawing a lot of attention.” I motion around us with my head as I watch her look around.
“Meh. None of them are as handsome as you, Bradley,” she says with a wink while she spins in my arms and continues to sway to the music until Drake’s “One Dance” comes on.
With her ass now pressing against my still hard cock, she starts to grind into me. My hands fall to her hips and tighten their hold on them. The limits of my restraint have been pushed to their maximum now.
I whisper a warning in her ear, “You are playing with fire, love.”
She rests her head on my shoulder and looks up at me. “I’m already burning, Bradley.” She sinks her top teeth into her plump lower lip.
“Untouchable, Lexi, that is what you’re supposed to be,” I tell her while I move with her.
She turns in my arms, my hands gliding along her body to settle on her ass as hers roam up my chest, around my neck, and one continues on into the hair at the back of my head. “Says who, Bradley? We’re adults here. What happens is no one’s business but ours.”
She presses her tits into my chest as my self-control snaps. My hands grip her ass and pull her closer as my hips thrust into her so she can feel exactly what she’s done to me.
“I’m not a boy you can toy with, Lexi. You’ve started something here. The question is are you prepared to finish it? Last warning, love.”
I swear I hear a soft whimper as I look into her eyes and watch as they turn hooded. A sultry smile graces her face, and while she hasn’t said the words, her expression says it all.
“Fuck.” I groan as a gasp comes out of her mouth right before my lips crash into hers. I’ve been hoping for this moment all night, and I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. The moment when everything changes.
Chapter Five
Lexi
Is that pounding or ringing? Something is happening. I peek one eye open to assess my surroundings. I’m in a hotel room, and the day before starts coming back to me in bits and pieces.
Lost baggage, cancelled hotel room, shopping, dinner, dancing, Bradley.
I close my eyes to see if the pounding will stop, and nope, it doesn’t. Scrunching my eyes closed, I get ready to peel them open again. Slowly I open them both this time, and yep, it still hurts. Closing them again, I lift my hand to my head because—surprise, surprise—it’s the source of the pounding.
Peeking them open again, I look at the other side of me, and lo and behold, there lies Bradley. The sheet is around his waist, and his chest is on full display in all its muscled glory. He’s sculpted like a model, from his broad, strong chest to his rippled, six-pack abs. One arm is up over his head, and the other runs alongside him, bent at the elbow so his hand rests on his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight he makes lying there, which is a miracle since my mouth feels as dry as the Vegas desert.
I look down at myself, noticing the sheet across my chest. Picking it up, I peek beneath it to see that I’m topless, but I thankfully still have my lace panties on. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I whisper to myself. I pick up the sheet to see if Bradley is naked. Big mistake, and boy do I ever mean big.
He’s wearing black Hugo Boss boxer briefs, but his cock is fully erect, filling it out more than it should be possible. I lick my lips at the thought I may have touched it last night, and I squeeze my legs shut at the ache I feel there.
“Oh my
God, oh my God.” I continue to chant as I try to slide out of bed without waking him. But, smooth operator that I am, I did not calculate how close to the edge I was and fell right off the bed, face-planting into the carpet below.
“Holy shit.” I hear from the top of the bed.
I stay still for a moment, praying that while I was in whatever alternate universe that I visited last night—because, clearly that’s the only explanation for why I’m waking up almost naked in a bed with an also almost naked Bradley—that I took on the properties of a chameleon and am currently blending into the carpet.
“Jesus, are you okay?” He gets out of bed to help me up. He sits me up with my back to the bed, my tits pointing to Jesus, and I scurry to cover myself with my hands. He leans over me to grab a pillow and passes it to me. “Here, this should help.”
I look at him. “Aren’t you going to get a pillow for yourself?” I ask him, looking wide-eyed at his cock that is still standing at very much attention. So much.
“What’s the matter, love? Don’t you want to lick the lollipop this morning?” He smirks at me, grabbing another pillow to put in front of himself.
I groan to myself, thinking of last night. Who the hell thought that all those shots of vodka would be a good idea? “Umm, I need to use the bathroom.” Is all I can say, getting up and grabbing another pillow to hide my ass while I walk away.
“Don’t hide now, love. You practically stripped in front of me. I believe you said something about wanting to be one with the earth.” He laughs as he walks over to the phone on the bedside table and picks it up, pressing one of the buttons, and says, “Hi. I’d like to order a pot of coffee,” he starts.
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