Vegas Baby: A Bad Boy's Accidental Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  As soon as she answered, I flipped out. “What the fuck kind of nut jobs are you sending me to! You nearly got me killed tonight!”

  “Wait, slow down. What the hell are you talking about?” She whispered into the phone, and I wondered if I had disturbed her foot worship.

  “Your friend Cindy had a gun. She said it was unloaded and not only did she want me to hold it to her head while I face fucked her, but she wanted me to insert it inside her.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Ross. It was just a prop gun. She told me she’d ask you. I did tell her you’d most likely refuse, but—

  “She shot a hole in the fucking wall!”

  “What?”

  “I’m so sorry, Ross. Are you okay? What the fuck happened.”

  “I’m not sure I can keep doing this, Melanie. My whole life flashed before me, and I have a daughter. I also have a woman interested in someone who doesn’t spread his dick around for a living.”

  “The schoolteacher?” She sounded as if she were smiling, but I wasn’t lightening up.

  “I want you to make it clear that I’m not into guns and that aside from sex toys, my cock is the only lethal weapon in the fucking mix, are we clear?”

  “I’m so sorry, Ross. I’ll deal with this. I promise. Her husband is a client of mine.”

  “You’re the husband’s girlfriend? Do you think he put that bullet in her gun on purpose?”

  “He’s a client, not a boyfriend and if he did, he’s out too.”

  “Be careful, Mel.” The last thing I needed was for the unstable husband to hurt my friend and now that I knew she was seeing someone who could do something like that, if he did it, scared the hell out of me.

  If he didn’t do it, then there was only one other way it could have happened. Cindy had put it there herself hoping for an accident? No thanks. I didn’t need this kind of shit in my life.

  There was something else that had me shaken. As that gun had gone off one of my first thoughts besides dying and my daughter, was of Tori.

  She was the next person I called.

  Chapter 16

  Tori

  I wouldn’t say my house was untidy, but I had a lot to do before Ross could come over. He’d called the night before and asked to see me with a desperation in his voice that had me reeling since.

  I’d asked if there was something wrong, but he insisted there wasn’t. I didn’t want to push, but I hope he’d fill me in. I wanted to know him. He seemed like such a good guy and father, and to think that something was bothering him had me worried, not only about him but about Katie as well.

  Once I had the house tidy, I headed to the kitchen to start dinner. I’d opted for something simple: chicken alfredo, salad, and garlic toast—easy on the garlic. I hoped he’d like it; it was one of my specialties, though Kevin had never appreciated it. He hated noodles, and I could only wonder if it were because to him it was cannibalism.

  I checked the clock halfway through my dinner preparations, and I was right on track, and sure enough, when I put the bread in the oven, he arrived. I set the timer and headed for the door, wanting everything to be perfect for him.

  I opened the door, and he greeted me with a perfect smile. He had dressed casually, as he had at the carnival, in jeans, but this time instead of a t-shirt, he wore a pressed white button-down and smelled of fresh cologne. He looked me up and down, letting his gaze linger a little too long at my feet. “Interesting choice of footwear.”

  I glanced down and realized I had my monkey slippers on, and before I could turn red or even think about changing, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I like them.”

  I led him inside and offered him a seat. “Yeah, well I usually wear them around the house, and I’d planned to change before you arrived, but I was too busy with dinner.” Here I’d wanted him to see me as a woman and not a little girl.

  “I’ve got an idea.” He kicked off his shoes and placed them by the couch where he took a seat. “There, that evens things up a bit.” We shared a laugh, and I let loose a long-held breath. I was tense and only because I knew that tonight, after dinner, I was going to give myself to him.

  “I have dinner almost ready and really should go check the bread.” I wasn’t sure what I’d set the timer for being in such a hurry to get to the door, and I stepped away leaving him to make himself comfortable.

  I wasn’t expecting him to follow me into the kitchen. “Can I help with anything?”

  I opened the oven and took out the bread and then checked the pasta on the stove. Everything had turned out okay, and I let loose another sigh of relief.

  He came up behind me as I stood at the counter and his arms came around my waist as he planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Everything looks delicious.”

  “Thank you,” I said as the blush rose to my cheeks. “I worked really hard on it for you.” I spun around to face him and hesitated for a moment as he leaned in to kiss me.

  “Is this too much too soon?” He seemed to study my expression, but instead of waiting for him to analyze anything too hard, I leaned in and brought my mouth hard against his.

  Our lips mingled as he caressed my sides, his fingertips kneading, inching me closer until I was pressed against his body, his intimidating erection pressing into me. I glanced down between us, though I really couldn’t see with him grinding it into me, and my mouth fell open as he took it again and I became drunk with kisses.

  “I figured since you cooked such a fine meal that I could at least provide you with an appetizer.”

  “I can’t wait for dessert. Would you like to help me set the table?”

  He stepped back and took our plates from the counter with the flatware sitting on top and brought them into the dining area where I had already cleared all of my student’s papers and the mess I kept there usually and placed a beautiful vase of flowers I’d pinched from the yard.

  We sat, and he insisted on serving me, then we enjoyed our meal talking mostly about our favorite dishes, how I’d learned to cook, and exchanging glances while we savored the food.

  He took his last bite and then dropped his fork and inched his chair back from the table. “That was delicious, thank you. I haven’t had anyone cook for me in ages, so it was a real treat.”

  “The pleasure was all mine. Would you like some coffee or wine?” I had rushed out to make sure I had both to offer, but he laughed.

  “Coffee after dinner, you do think I’m old.”

  “It’s how I was raised. Coffee in the morning, coffee on all day, and more importantly a nice cup after a big meal. I was raised by my aunt who always had guests and hot coffee to serve them. But since I wasn’t sure you even liked coffee, I grabbed the wine.”

  “What are you having?”

  I needed to relax, and I didn’t think a cup of coffee was going to do me any favors. “Wine.”

  “I’ll have some too.” I got the wine from the fridge and brought it back out to the table with two glasses, and he insisted on filling them, and we retreated to the couch.

  Once we settled side by side, I angled a bit more facing him, he picked my feet up into his lap and removed my slippers. “There are those perfect toes. I’ve thought about these, you know.”

  “Have you?” I thought about the picture I’d sent and the one he’d sent me. “Is there anything else I sent a picture of that you’ve been thinking about?”

  “I have, and I’m trying to be patient, but I’d love to see it up close and personal too. If you’re ready for that.” He rubbed my foot and then trailed his finger along the inside of my arch, with firm pressure and instead of tickling my foot, it sent a wave of desire right between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together, my knees crossing as he trailed his hand up to my thigh and rubbed little circles.

  “I am.” I looked into his eyes wanting him to know I was serious, that I had thought about it too.

  “That’s why you’ve been so nervous, isn’t it?”

  “That and your size. I know it will hurt.” I l
ooked down to my lap where his hand was caressing my thigh.

  “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure, Tori, everything I can to lessen the pain.” He leaned forward and kissed me, and I melted into him as he pulled me closer, bringing me to his lap.

  I felt like a child there, with his hands taking up most of my thigh and then he slipped it up into my shirt and under my bra where he tugged softly on my hard nipple. I was barely a handful, and when he cupped my breasts they were covered completely, but he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and leaned down to kiss it.

  I shuddered though the experience wasn’t anything new. Kevin had loved to play with my boobs, but I learned very quickly that he didn’t have the same finesse that Ross did.

  With every roll of his tongue and tug between his teeth, my slit grew wetter and wetter, like each sensual stroke was a deliberate move to gain a specific response and my body was on high alert.

  I rolled my hips against his lap before he ever let his hand trail too far up my thigh and the desire was growing, hoping he would. I needed to feel his hands on me, his fingers inside me, prepping me for what I knew I was going to get.

  “Fuck, you’re so dainty, Tori.” He looked as though he was hesitant, but I couldn’t let his limits back him out of this.

  “I won’t break, Ross, and I’m ready.” I met his eyes, and he lifted me up and carried me to my room, placing me on the bed.

  I let my legs fall wide, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, letting my ass nearly hang off. “I’ll go slow. But I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.” I was about to tell him to do whatever he wanted, that I trusted him completely, but he was already on his knees with his fingers trailing up my juicy slit. “You’re so fucking wet. You do want this. I can see how much and now I’m going to taste how much too.” He put his mouth on me as if giving my lips a tender kiss, then he slipped his tongue between my folds and gave it one long lick.

  I moaned as my breath quickened and then so did his pace. He worked my clit, his thumb caressing my bud with just the right amount of pressure to send me into a frenzy as he lapped at my barrier. I felt myself come undone and I bucked like crazy against him as the orgasm hit me.

  He continued licking and then stimulated me with his fingers so he could speak. “Have you ever had anything inside you?” He met my eyes from below, and I shook my head.

  “I’ve stimulated myself with vibrators, but I was always too scared to insert them, that it might tear me.”

  “You look very intact, which means it might hurt a bit more than I’d expected. This is your last chance to back out, Tori. Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until I’ve come. I can be a tad rough because of my size. I’ll wear something if you want.”

  No. I wanted my first time to be skin to skin, and it was one of the reasons I’d gotten on the pill so that when or if that time had come with Kevin, I’d be able to experience it like this. “I’m on the pill, and I’m ready. Please. I trust you, Ross.”

  He seemed content with my words as he stood and took my legs into his big, strong hands and then hoisted me up to center his cock at my opening. His bell-shaped head pressed against my entrance and he shook his head.

  “Damn, baby, it’s so tight. Here it comes.” He pushed against me and at first nothing happened, like my slit was too tight and then all of a sudden, it started to spread around his thick head, and I winced as the burning heat of pain shot through me.

  “I know, baby. I know. It’s going to feel so much better soon.” The rim of his cock popped inside me, and it seemed, for a moment that the hard part was over. Then, a second later, the friction was nearly unbearable, and I seemed to be swelling around his massive cock, but then he inched deeper. “I’m almost halfway.” Almost halfway! I held my breath and tensed.

  “No, no, baby. Stop tensing; it will only hurt more. Open up for me.” His hand pressed down on my breast, and he massaged my nipple as if distracting me. It didn’t work.

  “Please, just push it. Please.” I could barely take it, and then in another wave of change, he thrust his hips, nudging me a bit deeper as he worked in and out of me nice and slow. After a moment, I felt a trickle.

  “My fucking cock is leaking like crazy.” He worked in and out and soon our juices both lubricated me so much that we had worked up to a comfortable pace and he met my eyes. “Now I think I can take you balls deep.” Fuck, he hadn’t even gone all the way.

  Chapter 17

  Ross

  She was so tight that I had not only destroyed her hymen, but I had also ripped her a little. I felt like a fucking piece of shit for doing it, but it felt so fucking good, I couldn’t quit. And I didn’t want to leave her with only pain from the experience. I had yet to go all the way to my base, but I had to make sure she had the most pleasure from this experience that I could give her.

  Her bare mound had me wishing I’d spent more time licking it, and by the look on her face, maybe I should have. I was all set to sink deep to my balls when her brows pinched tight, and I held back. I’d warned her that I wasn’t going to quit, but something about her, she was so delicate and soft, so pure, that I couldn’t help but be gentle. I pulled out and before she could protest I dropped to my knees and licked her tender slit.

  She moaned out. “Fuck, that feels good, Ross. Please, put it back in.”

  “I’m going to make you come again like this. I want you to know the pleasure, Tori.” She was so young and willing, and it was a total turn on, but I wasn’t into hurting women, especially ones I cared about. Fuck, I really did care about her.

  “It feels amazing; it only hurts a little.”

  “It’s too much, let me work you a bit, I’ll get you better prepared now that your cherry is popped.” I glanced to see her little slit was swollen and angry red. There was also a heavy tinge of blood, but I was about to take care of most of that. I lapped at her sex, and she cried out, bucking her hips like a wanton whore to gain purchase. And once I had her writhing through another orgasm, this one getting her so wet I could taste it, I stood up knowing she was ready.

  I slid my cock in with less resistance than the first time and instead of wincing her face was relaxed, her mouth slack and her eyes rolling back in her head as she called my name.

  I decided to take her deep, letting her get a taste of all of me. And she winced again, but quickly nudged herself against me. “It feels amazing. Please don’t stop.” She hooked her legs around my hips, and I was about to come, her tight walls milking me making it harder to edge.

  “I am close, baby.”

  “Me too! Please don’t stop!” She held onto me, pulling me down to her chest, pulling my hips against her with her heels digging into my ass. “I want to come with you inside me. Please.” Who was I to deny her? I gritted my teeth and worked her little hole, her walls clenching me the entire time, causing me to pre-cum like crazy.

  I hadn’t fucked anyone raw besides Melanie, and I knew that this would break our agreement, but I wanted to give Tori what she wanted. I’d planned to pull out and bust my nut all over tits or maybe her tummy, but she had another idea.

  Her orgasm hit, and it was all I could do not to come inside her, I held back until my balls ached as she squealed. “Please come. Please.” But when I started to pull out, she cried, clenching my ass tighter with her little heels.

  “Inside?” I didn’t even think twice for some reason, and my balls tightened, and then I nutted deep inside her virgin pussy, claiming it. It turned me on so much that she had wanted that, and I knew I didn’t want her with anyone else.

  Once the last of my seed had soaked her channel, I stilled and let myself lay there, still buried deep. “I can’t believe I did that. I hadn’t planned on coming in you.”

  “It was perfect, Ross. I wanted the full experience, and I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m afraid I ripped you. Let me take you to the shower and get you cleaned up.”

  “Mm. You�
�re going to spoil me.”

  “I hope. I like spoiling my girls.” My girls? As if we had a thing going? Her cheeks reddened with blush, and she nestled her head against me. I needed to watch myself. I didn’t want to lead her on, but in another perfect life, I’d take her for mine. I’d hoard her like a miser all to myself, and no man would ever lay his hands on her. She was my perfect girl, young, but now that I’d taken her, a woman.

  I kissed her deep and pulled out, and as she stood, she hesitated a moment as my come dripped down her slender thighs. “It’s about to get on my floor.” I let out a chuckle and lifted her off her feet and carried her to the shower. I turned the water on and let it adjust to the perfect temp before putting her down. She was so light, and I could imagine putting her on my cock and manhandling her. Fuck, I was hard again.

  She glanced down at my cock and licked her lips. “May I have a taste?”

  As she dropped to her knees in the shower, I rested against the wall. I’m going to love this!

  She glanced up at me with wide eyes, as if they were full of wonder and curiosity and a little bit of intimidation at the size of me. Then she gripped the base of my cock tight in her slender hand and put her mouth on it.

  As her lips closed around me, I moaned, and she turned her eyes down, and I pinched her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Look at me while you suck my cock.” Not only did I want to see into her beautiful eyes, but I wanted to see her struggle so I’d know when to pull back or push deeper.