What Happens In Vegas

by Anders, Tarrah

  “Well, I would have passed out in the guest room as I always do, unless you would have preferred that I snuggle with you instead. Do you need some extra loving?”

  “What’s going on?” Peyton walks up beside me rubbing the sleep out of her eyes at the worst moment.

  Jason whistles and looks Peyton up and down.

  “Who do we have here?” he asks, his interest perking up at her presence.

  “Jason, this is Peyton, Peyton, my buddy Jason.”

  She gives an awkward wave as he just stares at her, as she pulls at her shirt.

  “Wait a minute, you look familiar, do I know you?” he asks blinking several times.

  “Um, no.” she shakes her head, “I don’t think so.”

  “Hold up! We met you in Vegas!” He points back and further between us, “you guys actually kept in touch? That’s fucking rad! No one ever keeps in touch with their random hook up in Vegas. I speak from experience.” He hiccups.

  “Excuse him, he’s a caveman.” I say to Peyton with a roll of my eyes.

  “I’m also still drunk and a little bit horny,” he grins.

  “There’s nothing that we can do to help you with either.” I turn to Peyton, “do you mind if I move your stuff out of the other room and let him sleep it off in there?”

  “You guys aren’t sleeping in the same room? What the fuck, man?” Jason asks eavesdropping.

  “It’s none of your business.” I growl point at him as he steps back into the counter with his palm up.

  “Shit! Okay. Well, I don’t want to lick you out.”

  “You mean, ‘kick’, right?” I ask, anger bubbling within me.

  “Huh? What did I say?” He asks in confusion.

  “Lick,” I reply through clenched teeth.

  “Sorry, Freudian slip.” he smirks.

  Peyton grabs my arm and directs my attention to her. She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek.

  “I’ll move whatever is in that other room over to your room, you and Jason look like you are going to Gladiator this out, so I’ll let you guys do that.”

  Peyton leaves as I stare down my oblivious friend.

  “What?” He asks.

  “You don’t have to be a complete asshole, man.”

  “I’m not. I’m also really confused. What is she doing here?” He points after her.

  “We’re together. We’re, um, actually married.” I say quietly.

  “Excuse me?” He says, “is she black-mailing you? What the fuck man, are you okay? Shit, we should have established code words for this shit. Blink once if you are being held against your will?”

  “Shuddup. It’s not like that. Also, I can’t be held against my will in my own place.”

  “Bullshit. She’s controlling you with pussy. I know how chicks operate.”

  I laugh. “You really need to sleep it off, and then we’ll tell you everything.”

  Peyton comes in the kitchen. “The room is ready,” she says with a smile.

  “Is there a mint on my pillow?” Jason jokes.

  “Fuck you man. Just go sleep it off, or I will punch you.”

  “Wow, getting laid sure does make you mean.” Jason leaves the room quickly with a laugh down the hallway and closes the door behind him as he enters the room.

  “I’m sorry about him. He’s a good guy, I promise.” I tell her.

  “It’s okay. My friends would do the same thing.” She turns to me and wraps her arms around my neck. I bend to meet her halfway and cover her mouth with mine.

  We kiss softly before pulling back. “Good morning.” I tell her.

  “Good morning. I have two more days here and then I have to go home,” she reminds me.

  “I know. I’ve been trying to not think about that.” I lean down and kiss her again, she pulls away and smiles up at me.

  “I want to be lazy with you.”

  “I’m not entirely sure what that means.” I honestly tell her.

  “I want to sit around the house with you, in our pajamas, not leave the place and watch television or do absolutely nothing. We can read, we can play board games, I don’t know. But I think that will be fun, relaxing, and a good way to see if we’re okay with not trying to impress one another.”

  “I will honestly say, that it’s something that I’ve never done.” I admit.

  “You do have a television, right?” She asks.

  I point over to the long table across from the couches that line the wall separating the living from the dining rooms. “The television comes up through the back of that table.”

  “Perfect. And do you have any board games?” She asks.

  “I don’t think so. I haven’t had any board games since I was a kid.” I shake my head.

  “Well, that’s the number one thing that we should do.” She says excitedly.

  “No, the number one thing that we should do is something while naked.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Definitely.” I lick my lips and grin. “I got a taste, and I want more.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “This one time in Vegas, I spent so much as a strip club that my thumbprint was required for the credit card payment.”

  PEYTON

  Max leads me back to the bedroom with a tug of my hand and a grin that makes me weak in the knees. How I managed to not sex him up before last night escapes me. It was everything that I could have imagined and more.

  I close the bedroom door and lock it behind us, just in case his annoying friend decides to sneak a peek when he shouldn’t.

  Max prowls to me as soon as he’s in front of me, he reaches down and pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. His fingertips lightly brush over my bare sides and I breathe in a shaky breath.

  Max takes his time, gliding his hands across my skin, worshiping my body as if he is memorizing every inch of my skin. When I’m standing in front of him completely naked, he lowers to his knees and leans in with his tongue lashing out at my center. I take a deep breath at the connection and feel my knees going weak.

  With his hands on my bare hips, he guides me to the bed. My knees hit the back of the bed and I land on my ass softly with my hands holding me up. Max’s body fits between my legs and leans up on the bed. He kisses my inner thigh and moves back to my center.

  With a deep inhale, he moans.

  “You smell delicious. I would sit here and take in your scent all day, if I could.” He lashes his tongue and with his finger spreads me open while my body aches for him.

  He laps me up, alternating between his tongue and his fingers. He pays attention to my clit while he fucks me with his fingers, his teeth lightly graze over my clit. With my toes curling, my hands gripping his bedsheet, I arch my back while my eyes clench and color blasts behind my eyelids as the pleasure takes over my body in the most explosive ways.

  I was so into my orgasm that I didn’t notice Max crawling up my body until his mouth meets mine and I taste myself on him, tracing my lips before plunging his tongue in.

  Our tongues tangle and I feel his cock between my legs, nudging against my sex.

  I want him.

  I want him inside me, and I don’t want him to ever stop.

  “Condom,” I say into the kiss.

  He lays light kisses down my shoulder before pulling away. The weight of his body leaves mine and he walks around the bed and goes into the bedside drawer.

  I move up on the bed as he takes off his boxers, unleashing a cock so beautiful that I could stare at it all day.

  I lick my lips as his knee comes on the side of the bed. He sheathes himself quickly and fists his cock with smirk as he moves up and down his hardening length.

  “Do you want it fast or slow, baby?” He asks as his head bends and he pulls a hardened nipple into his mouth.

  “I want it in all the ways you want to give me,” I tell him in a breath as I feel him again at my entrance.

  “Can we have a lazy day, in bed?” He asks, the tip of his cock sl
owly entering me.

  “Yes.” I hiss as he pushes further into me until our bodies are flush against one another.

  His forehead leans on my shoulder for a second, our hips move, and we become one.

  With his hard body gliding over mine, I writhe underneath him. My hands moving back and forth between his back and fisting the bedsheets. Light moans come from my throat as heavy grunts come from him, the sounds bouncing off of the walls of his bedroom.

  I cry out as I release unexpectedly, no build up, no warning signs, other than an eruption of pleasure. My moan is louder and deeper as I can feel my pussy clenching around him while he pistons into me. While my pleasure slows, Max doesn’t. My hips meet him, thrust for thrust. I circle my hips from underneath which pulls a moan from him. I reach my hand between our bodies and find my clit. With the pad of my thumb, I lightly graze over it. Max notices the movement and leans up. He looks between our bodies as I push my button harder. I want to come again, I need to come again.

  “I’m almost there,” I whisper.

  His eyes flick up to mine and he nods. He leans down and our lips touch for a moment, before he moves back up with his eyes on my fingers and his cock pushing in and out of me.

  “I’m there, I need you to be there too.” he says in between breaths.

  “Now.” I command.

  His features tense as he pushes harder into me. My head hits the headboard and he pounds into me as his orgasm is releasing in time with mine. He pushes against me, deeply and then breathes a long sigh while his head drops, to my shoulder.

  My hands move up and down his back, while our chests heave against one another.

  “I don’t want to move,” he says against my skin.

  He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. His half hard cock landing on his thigh with his movements.

  “I like this,” he says turning his head to me.

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  “I do,” he sits up and I watch the tight globes of his ass move while he walks into the bathroom. I hear the water running and he returns with a washcloth.

  “Here, let me,” he moves his hand between my legs and runs the warm cloth against my sensitive skin. He returns to the bathroom and climbs into the bed a moment later, pulling me tight against him.

  “I wanted to wake up and do that to you, I’m sorry that there was a wrench thrown into the morning,” he says.

  “It’s okay.” I tell him.

  “I want to do that every day, for the rest of my life.” He declares.

  “You’re so sure, Mr. Addison.”

  “And you aren’t, Mrs. Addison?”

  MAXWELL

  I think that the last time that I didn’t do a thing was when I had my appendix taken out seven years ago. I was down for the count and forced to not go to the gym leave my place or go into work.

  That entire time, was unbearable. And from that boredom, I strive to always stay busy.

  I know that you have to work hard, in order to play hard. Except that I forget to do the playing.

  Peyton shows me what it is like to relax and take time to relish in life. We don’t leave my place, we fuck as many times as I have condoms, and we ordered in food.

  Jason emerged, looking ragged halfway through the day and made his apologies before leaving to stay at someone else’s house leaving us alone. Allowing us to walk around the penthouse naked, to fuck on every surface, and to not have to worry about a damn thing.

  “How is it that you’ve gotten to play hooky from work? I thought you were a workaholic?” Peyton asks laying on top of me, after another sensational round of sex on the couch.

  “I have checked in here and there, but I took a few much needed vacation days. It was actually the first time that I’ve done so, that HR called me to make sure that I was okay,” I laugh.

  “I feel guilty when I take a day off. Like being here, has been both amazing and nerve-racking.” she admits.

  “Yet, you have done what your boss asked you to do. And I saw you on your email and Googling some vendors for one of the corporate clients.” I tease poking her in the side.

  “Since someone opened their mouth and said that they knew me, I feel like I would let down whatever glowing thoughts my boss has about me by knowing someone like you, if I did a whack-ass job.” She defends.

  “I’m pretty sure that you won’t do a whack-ass job. Hell, I could even give you some heavy hitter names to make things easier?” I know people in Los Angeles.

  “Don’t you dare.” She leans up and points at me.

  Her bare breast peeking out between our bodies, making my mouth water and making me want her again.

  Fuck, she’s insatiable!

  “I was just offering, might as well take advantage of me as much as you want now, I’m not going anywhere.” I tell her.

  “How are you so confident about this thing with us?” She asks.

  “If it’s something that I want, and I want you—I just feel confident in myself and the situation. It’s how I’m wired. I have that in business and all the other areas in my life. Without that confidence, I don’t think that I would be where I am today.”

  “But what if—”

  “I don’t deal with that, the ‘what-ifs’. I seek out deals by looking at the companies, if I want it—I will get it. I will of course, work my ass to have it, and I see that not being any different with you. I will do what it takes to keep you. To have you as mine. Forever. Of course, should you allow it. How about you put that ring that I got you back on your finger?” I tell her with a grin.

  “I wish I was like you.” She lays her head on my chest, with my arms tightening around her as she ignores my request.

  “We can’t all be perfect,” I laugh, as she playfully pinches my nipple.

  * * *

  Today Peyton goes back to Los Angeles and I go back to work. We start our first long distance week without seeing one another, aside from what technology will offer us. It’s not what I want but it’s what has to happen.

  I stand at the trunk of my car and pull out her luggage, setting it down beside me. She walks around the passenger side of the car with a sad look on her beautiful face. She immediately wraps her arms around my middle and pushes her face into my chest. I feel her body lightly shake and after a moment, I come to the realization that she’s crying.

  “Hey, hey. What’s this?” I as pulling her chin up.

  “We’ve been together for two weeks and now we won’t see each other,” she sniffles and pulls back with her eyes red from the tears.

  I wipe a falling tear from her eye. “We will both be so busy at work this week, that neither of us will notice how fast time goes, and then I’ll be in Los Angeles Friday night,” I remind her. “Time will go by fast.”

  “But right now, it feels so far away.”

  I pull her against me and kiss the top of her head, relishing in the touch and her presence.

  “We can do it. Please, have faith. We’ve got this.” I tell her.

  She’s quiet and I can feel the wetness on my shirt from her tears.

  “Okay,” she sniffles.

  I rub her back and find it odd that I’m back in this type of relationship, a long-distance one, and I’m the one comforting again.

  The Past

  We’re standing at the airport curb and Marisa is standing stoically with unshed tears in her eyes while standing in front of me.

  “I can’t believe this is happening right now, are you sure that you can’t just move to Miami with me? That would make everything so much easier.” She pouts.

  “You know I can’t do that. My work is here, there’s nothing in Miami that I can do.” I tell her.

  “You can take the company there, I’m sure there are tons of companies that you can buy then sell, every city has the need.” Her tone is begging and slightly irritating. We’ve had this conversation before, and it plays out the same way each time.

  “You know that’s not possible,” I tell her, more annoyed t
hat we’re having this conversation again than anything else.

  She pouts, and I wrap my arms around her.

  “You know that this isn’t goodbye, that this is just a ‘see you later’ type of thing, right? Think of it as a business trip. We’ve done plenty of those and we’ve always been alright.”

  “Yeah, that’s because we knew that we would be coming home to one another.”

  “Mare, listen. I love you and will be in Miami whenever I can, and then you will come back to Seattle whenever you can, we can do this.”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” She wraps her arms around me and takes a deep breath.

  “I’ll be in Miami in a few weeks and in the meantime, we call each other every day.”

  “I’ll be so busy anyways, that I won’t have time for anything else when I first get there anyways,” she says as if she’s convincing herself of something.

  “We got this.” I tell her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “This one time in Vegas, I went to celebrate my divorce with my friends. Four days later I was pushed through the airport in a wheelchair.”

  PEYTON

  I’ve seen Max every day for the past two weeks, and today is the first day that I’m without him.

  I miss him.

  I didn’t think that I would. And I’ve been so unbelieving that being with someone who doesn’t live in the immediate vicinity could work, but here I am.

  I miss him.

  We’re back to our daily schedules. I’ll be at work, and so will he. But we will have a FaceTime call tonight as soon as he’s home and so far, we’ve texted several times throughout the morning.

  I woke up this morning with a text from him.

  I got to work and had flowers on my desk from him.

  And I had an email in my work inbox telling me to have a good day, from him.

  He’s thoughtful and making a point that he’s in this relationship with his communication.

  I’m sitting at my desk working on mock up invitations for the corporate event when Mr. Frederick walks into my office and sits down in front of my desk.