by BJ Harvey
The whole group of us—sans Cook twins—are due to fly out of O’Hare at lunchtime for an epic four-day weekend without work, school, tradesmen, or children to wrangle. It’s an adults-only vacation with booze, strippers, and debaucherous sex with my boyfriend. What could be better?
The plan is to fly together, but separate once we get there: guys in one limo, girls in the other. Since the couples in the group are sharing hotel rooms, we’ll meet up at night. Jamie, Cade, and Jax all said they weren’t sleeping alone if their ‘women’ were within grabbing distance. They earned glares from all three ‘women’ for using the caveman term, but when Jax leaned my way and whispered, “I waited weeks to get to do everything I want to you. If you think I’m going to Sin City for three days and not sinning with, on, and in you, then you really don’t know the man you love,” I damn near combusted on the spot before conceding instantly. Who wouldn’t want to sin with Jaxon Cook?
It was hard leaving him and Bryant behind at the airport as Abi and Cade, Jamie and April, Ezra, Cohen, Gilly, and myself made our way through security. After getting pulled aside for not one but two pat-downs and an explosives check. My phone vibrates in my back jeans pocket.
Jax—Enjoy the pat-downs.
I gasp and snap my head up, searching left, right, and behind me, half-expecting him to be standing there watching me. More like wishful thinking. God, I’ve got it bad for that man. I’m filled with a need to sass him just to get back on an even keel.
Ronnie—What did you do?
Jax—Do you think so little of me?
Ronnie—Maybe…
Jax—I just know that if I was your TSA agent, I’d be taking a few liberties.
Ronnie—I’ll be taking my own liberties on myself tonight in my big, empty Vegas hotel room.
Jax—Is video calling on the table?
Ronnie—I’ll take that request into consideration.
Jax—Have a safe flight, beautiful.
Ronnie—I’ve got Co and Ezra flanking me. They’re my personal bodyguards apparently.
Jax—Good. I might have threatened bodily harm if anything happened to you.
Ronnie—As a strong, independent, modern woman, I should be offended.
Jax—But really, you find my protectiveness super-hot and you’ll show me just how much tomorrow?
I giggle and shake my head, earning weird looks from my two escorts.
“I bet Jax is being an idiot. That’s probably why she’s laughing. She’s wondering why she didn’t go for the youngest, better-looking Cook brother,” Co says with a smirk. Damn, that look is gonna get some woman in trouble one day.
“I don’t think so, young Cohen. A woman like Barbie here is looking for a suave wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing kind of architect,” Ezra counters, seeming to put his imaginary hat in the ring too.
Ronnie—You might wanna fire your bodyguards. They’re arguing over who is better than you.
Barely two seconds later, Cohen’s phone starts ringing from his pocket.
“Yes, Jax?” he says.
“Mmm hmm… right… I see…” he says, nodding with the phone up to his ear. His grin widens. “Ever think Ezra and I said that shit because we knew Ronnie would tease you with it? That woman likes ribbing you almost as much as we do.
“Right… yep… Already said we would…” He looks down at me and winks. “Okay. Yep. No one will touch her. Not unless she asks nicely.”
“Oh, God,” I say, covering my mouth to stifle my laughter. Ezra just chuckles, clearly not giving a shit if Jax hears.
“Yes, Jax. Stop worrying your pretty little head about it and let us go to our gate. Bye, twin one. Say hi to twin two,” Cohen says before ending the call and sliding his phone back into his pocket.
“You’re terrible,” I say with a laugh.
Co leans in. “I’ve got many a reference saying I’m far from bad.”
Sheesh. Is it getting hot in here?
He straightens. “But I never miss an opportunity to mess with Jax. It’s far too much fun.”
I shake my head and send one last text.
Ronnie—Love you. And yes, I think a video call sounds like a very good use of my hotel bed tonight. Especially if I’m a little drunk. Drunk Barbie might do some dirty, dirty things while thinking of Ken.
Then I turn my phone off straight afterward because any reply Jax sends me will be punishment. Besides, what did he once say about anticipation?
Once we step out of the airport in Vegas, we’re escorted in two Hummer limos to the Sovereign Hotel. Ezra’s called in some favors with an ex-girlfriend who now owns the hotel with her husband.
Once we’re checked in and have found our rooms, we all meet up in Jamie and April’s penthouse suite before the guys say their goodbyes. Jamie and Cade make Jax’s absence all the more conspicuous with the particular way they farewell their women.
“So, what’s on the agenda?” Gilly asks once the men have left.
The second we walked into the rather large living area of April’s room, Gilly and I set about getting the champagne poured for April and the two of us, and fetched orange juice for Abi. Then we all made ourselves at home on the huge L-shaped couch that’s so soft, I’d quite happily live on it forever.
“April has to get changed,” Abi announces, looking over to me and shooting a conspiratorial wink.
April’s head snaps my way, her eyes narrowed in her best mom glare.
I point my finger. “Oh, don’t you try and sass me, future Mrs. Cook. You agreed to a Vegas bachelorette weekend, so you have to go along with anything we have planned for you,” I say with a proud smirk. If only she knew.
With a loud sigh, her shoulders slump, and although she may seem to be against the idea, I know my best friend better than anyone. She didn’t get a good send-off the first time she married and this time—her last being single—I’m not letting her get married without some good old-fashioned raucous fun.
I stand and rub my hands together, Abi chuckling quietly opposite me, putting her hands up and feigning innocence when April swings a glare her sister-in-law’s way.
I bend down to pick up the innocuous brown paper bag I brought with me from Chicago. “Oh, this is gonna be fun if Ronnie has been shopping,” Gilly says, almost sounding gleeful.
I look down at my big sister and grin. “You have no idea just how much fun we’re all gonna have.”
Gilly’s eyes flash with fear before she quickly lifts her champagne glass to her mouth and takes a hearty sip.
I reach into the bag and look up to give April a knowing smirk, then pull out a French maid’s uniform, complete with a golden bride-to-be sash and gold tiara with a short white veil attached. What sets it apart from other ensembles is the thirty different penis decals I’ve had sewn onto the fabric, the plastic phalluses I’ve glued to the front of the crown, and the little cock key-rings tied to the hem of the veil.
“What is that?” April asks, her eyes bugging out as she takes in the outfit hanging from my hand.
“It’s your cock-stume,” I declare in a happy, uber-proud-of-myself voice.
“You expect me to wear that in public?” Her voice has a high shrill by the end of the question.
“It’s the Vegas way,” I say with a shrug, staring at Abi and waiting for her to back me up.
“I wore something equally fabulous for my bachelorette party, and I was in Chicago.” She waves her hand toward the short, tight, dick-centric dress still in my hand. “That’s probably mild by Sin City standards.”
April’s expression tells me she’s still not convinced.
“We’ve all got cock-stumes too,” I say. It’s not a lie; we do. They’re just not as overtly penis-centric as the bride-to-be’s.
Her eyes dart from Abi to Gilly, and finally, to me before she lets out a loud sigh. She downs the rest of her glass then leans forward to grab the champagne bottle off the coffee table for a top-up.
If it’s g
ood enough for her, then it’s good enough for me. I follow suit, downing the rest of my drink and holding the flute out to April, Gilly following suit.
“You’re actually on board with this?” Abi asks, quirking a brow at her soon-to-be sister-in-law.
April shrugs, a smile tugging at her lips. “A few more of these and I’ll be up for anything. Besides, this will definitely be my last bachelorette party, so why not go out with a bang?”
“That’s later. I’ve already told Jamie he’ll get drunken, dirty sex. You’re welcome, by the way.” I wink at her.
Her head jerks back. “Why?”
“Just wait till you see the presents we bought you to help with the drunken, dirty sex. Why else did you think my grumpy big brother was grinning so much?” Abi asks.
“I just thought he was happy,” April says with a giggle.
“Oh, he will be… and so will you. Therefore, you’re welcome,” I repeat, holding up my glass in the air for a toast.
“To grumpy men, hot professors”—I nod to Abi—“hot doctors and…” I turn to Gilly, the only single one in the group. “And hopefully hot men we find this weekend?” I say enthusiastically, earning a snort from my sister.
“To drunken, dirty sex,” April says, clinking her glass around the group.
We all take a sip before the bride-to-be stands and grabs her outfit from the couch beside me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, knowing it’s far too early for us to hit the bars yet. Then again, two bottles of champagne won’t last long between the three of us either.
She shoots me a glassy, amused look, her lips quirked on one side. “I’m going to get all cocked-up of course. As you said, this is the last time I’m doing this, and I’m gonna do it in style. Cock-stume and all. Viva Las fucking Vegas, baby,” she calls out as she grabs her French maid outfit and walks out of the room, swinging her hips like she owns the place.
One thing is for sure. Tonight is gonna rock.
By nine o’clock that night, the three of us who can drink have definitely done the night in drunken style. We met up with the guys half an hour ago, after cocktails, mechanical bull-riding, and a hilarious trip on the high-roller Ferris wheel. Now, we’re stumbling back to the hotel, a greatly amused Jamie holding up a giggling April, Cohen on my arm keeping me upright, and Ezra doing the same to my rather flirtatious sister. My fuzzy mind is focused on one thing—getting back to my room and putting on a video show for my absent boyfriend.
I wave a smirking Cohen off at my door and shut it behind me, kicking off my shoes and pulling my Vegas bachelorette-party-worthy dress over my head before dropping down onto the bed starfish style. I rummage through my purse and pull out my phone, throwing my bag onto the floor before rolling onto my stomach. As I bring up Jax’s number, my eyes drift out to the dazzling lights of the Strip through my window while I wait for the call to connect.
“Hey, beautiful,” he answers.
“Ken,” I say with a sigh.
He chuckles, and I swear I get instantly wet at the sound. “Sounds like you’ve been having a good time.”
“I’d be having more fun if you were here,” I say with a grin, thoughts of exactly what I’d do to him if he were here flashing through my mind.
His voice drops low and deep, just how I like it. “Is that right? You did promise me a video call…”
“I did, and I’m already naked and spread-eagled on the bed too.”
He groans and I feel that everywhere too. Even seventeen hundred miles away, he turns me on like no other man. It’s good to know I do the exact same to him.
“Turn on your video,” he says gruffly. “I wanna see you.”
I pull the phone from my ear and find the right button on my third attempt. When the camera turns on, I’m met by a close-up frame of the gorgeous gaze of the man I love.
“Hey,” I breathe.
“Hey,” he says, his gaze dropping to the tease of my bare chest at the bottom of the screen. God, he looks good. “Damn, Ronnie. That is a fine sight to see.”
“I’m so drunk,” I say with a giggle. “I wore a dress covered in cocks and balls, and got April suitably drunk so she can have her own dirty fun with—”
Jax chuckles, shaking his head. “Really don’t need to know my brother is having sex when I can’t.”
I roll onto my back, holding the phone above me and giving him a really good view of the ladies.
“Damn,” he curses. “Fuck, I wish I was there.”
I drop one hand to my chest, dragging my fingers across my skin and slowly moving them down, tracking the movement with the phone.
“Fuck!”
I’m totally in the zone with what I’m doing to my nipple when there’s a knock at the door, totally breaking my concentration.
I jerk the camera back to my face. “Someone’s at the door,” I whisper.
“Expecting someone?” he asks.
“No, but I better see who it is,” I say, slowly getting off the bed and moving toward the noise.
“Ah, you wanna put a robe on?” Jax asks.
“Nah, I’m not going to actually answer it.”
He smirks. “Then why are you going to check?”
“Call me curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, and I’m a big fan of your pu—”
“Shhh,” I hiss.
I reach the door and lean up on my toes to look by the peephole, going still when I do.
Everything else is forgotten when I step back and turn the lock.
A now laughing Jax is on me as soon as we’re face-to-face and in the flesh. His arms wrap around my back and lifting me up, he walks me inside the room, slamming the door closed with his foot as his mouth crushes down on mine.
When we reach the bed, he throws me on to it, standing there and looking down at me.
“Hi,” he says with a grin.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Miss me?”
“Always.”
“Good.”
“But why are you here now? I thought you were flying in tomorrow?”
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”
“Why not now?” I ask. I lift my hands to my chest, my fingers roaming over the curve of my breasts as I cup them.
“Because there’s something far more important to do,” he rasps, his voice rough and low and so laced with pure sex, I feel my body burning up inside and out.
He puts a knee to the bed and lowers himself on top of me.
“Operation Drunken, Dirty Sex can now commence,” he announces just before kissing me hard and deep and long.
Being a man of his word, he doesn’t waste time in getting down and into my business.
By the end of the night, lying naked in his arms in our big Las Vegas hotel room bed, there’s only one thing going through my mind. If this is sinning, then lead me to hell.
Suffice to say, I drift off to sleep with a huge grin on my face because as far as finishing a night off goes, I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.
But I am wrong.
Jax
Ten hours earlier in Chicago
Once we’ve seen everyone off at the airport, Bry and I both head to his place to get changed.
I hated having to change our flights to Vegas, but a phone call from Joey three days earlier had made it necessary.
Now, with Bryant by my side to act as a witness, I’m ready to do anything required for the woman I love. Chelsea Burns lodged a complaint against me for unfair treatment and violating the college’s non-fraternization policy.
As a direct consequence of the complaint, Ronnie’s final grade for the paper—the only thing she needs to confirm completion of her degree—has been put on hold, pending the outcome of the meeting I’m just about to walk into. I’ll willingly rip up my signed employment contract right now if that’s what it takes.
The thing is, as much as I wish I were in Vegas with
everyone—especially Ronnie—I vowed that absolutely nothing would affect her finishing the class or her degree. I’d walk over hot coals, climb mountains, and ask my brother to take my back against his employer and mine to keep that promise.
I do feel guilty for keeping the complaint and today’s meeting from her, but my original intention was for her to never have to find out.
Bryant told me that was idiotic and even though he disagrees with me effectively lying to my girlfriend—despite having the best of intentions—he near-on smacked me around the back of the head when I was contemplating not telling her at all.
But as always, he was right, and now my plan is to get this stupid complaint ironed out and dealt with, then jump on the first flight available to Vegas to surprise her.
The only other person who knows what is going on is Jamie. For the record, he was Switzerland when it came to whether keeping this from Ronnie was a good idea or not. He said I was stupid but admitted he’d do the exact same thing if it were April. He also said there would be hell to pay when I did tell Ronnie the truth—whatever the outcome—and I’d have to work hard to make up for it.
That doesn’t bother me though, because I’m doing this to protect her and make sure she never has to sacrifice a damn thing ever again.
Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I enter the office of the vice president for academic affairs and let her secretary know I’m here.
Five minutes later, the phone rings, and Bryant and I are ushered through the formidable double doors standing between us and Ronnie’s degree.
Part of me fears it could also determine our future together.
“Remember what Joey said,” Bry says under his breath. “Don’t worry until I’m worried.”
As always, my brother knows exactly what to say and when to say it. Except any issue requiring a meeting such as this is always of concern.
The VP stands and walks around her desk, extending her hand for us to shake. She swings her arm out toward the two empty chairs facing her.
