Taking me by the hand, Colby smiled at the older man and made our excuses for needing to leave. As we walked out, he whispered, “I thought tonight would never end.”
The moment the driver closed the door to the limo, Colby was on me, making it clear what he’d been anticipating.
“We could’ve stayed longer as this was your party to enjoy.”
His lips captured mine. Then, as quickly as he’d started, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “You’re my celebration, and we’d stayed long enough.”
“In that case, why’d you stop?”
He grinned. “Because we’re here. Come on.”
When we entered the hotel, we didn’t bother to stop at the front desk, instead going straight up in the elevator with both of our bags to the suite. I’d barely glanced at the beautiful space before I was picked up in his arms and taken to the large bedroom. He set me down on my feet by the side of the bed.
“You’re so beautiful; I couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress all night. I was hard during the entire premiere, smelling you on my fingers.”
He loosened his bow tie, took off his shoes and jacket, then sat on the bed, patting the space beside him. Once I was seated, he reached down to remove my heels, one by one, then moved his hands up my calves, where he rubbed. “How was the ankle in these shoes?”
“It’s doing pretty well, actually.” It touched me he was concerned about it.
He stood me back up, moving in front of me and slowly unzipping the side of my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders. Kisses followed where the straps had been, peppering my fevered skin. After moving the material down over my hips, he stood back, taking in the vision of me in nothing but my strapless bra. “I don’t know where to start with you; it’s like I’ve unwrapped the most perfect gift.”
I grinned and then, much to his disbelief, dropped to my knees in front of him. Undoing his slacks, I took his heavy length into my hands. Knowing he’d been like this for me the entire evening, made me want him even more.
He practically panted when I wasted no time in taking him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks around him.
I licked, sucked, and stroked his cock until I could feel him on the edge. Increasing my pace, I was greedy for the taste of him, intent on pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. I was rewarded with the sound of my name on his lips as he groaned, the hot evidence of his orgasm flooding my mouth. I swallowed it down realizing in this moment, I had no inhibitions with this man.
He pulled me up, kissing me without hesitation before pressing his forehead flush with mine. “Tonight was supposed to be about you.”
I took his hand and brought it between my legs, enjoying the shocked look of desire on his face. “It was considering how wet I am from sucking you.”
His entire body shuddered. “God, you’re fucking perfect.” He smiled, slowly taking off my bra then placing me at the end of the bed.
He rid himself of the rest of his clothing, reaching into his suitcase for a leather bag and returning to me on the bed. “I spent the entire time apart fantasizing about what we’d do tonight. Thankfully London had quite the selection of toys.” He pulled out a rather long, thick vibrator.
“Uh, where’s that going?”
His smile was devilish. “For me to know, and you to find out very soon.”
He settled between my legs, bending them at the knees, and then placed a pillow under the small of my back. “Get comfortable because I intend on being down here a while.”
“Ahh,” I moaned loudly, shamelessly reveling in the sensation of his finger curling up inside of me.
But when his lips fastened around my clit, instead of bringing me to orgasm in record time, he pulled back. I bucked my hips, needing more, only to have him take his time, refusing to allow anything to go quickly.
Finally, when I thought I could endure no more of the exquisite torture, I came apart under his diabolical tongue, gasping when he inserted the device into my drenched sex. He went slowly, allowing me to relax and take it all in. The vibrations made it feel as though every nerve ending was alive. I watched, almost mesmerized, while he moved the device in and out of me. When he met my gaze, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
He reached for a small bottle, squirting something on his fingers before moving them lower to my other entrance. One finger slipped past the muscle, massaging me there before another joined. The sensation of being filled both ways had my eyes rolling back in my head with unapologetic need. My hips arched, meeting his movements, feeling him prep me with his fingers, working me deeper and adding another. When his tongue descended on me, I was done for, shouting incoherently with my release.
Removing his fingers, he coated his length with lubrication and positioned himself.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I do.” Biting my lower lip, so completely turned on with the thought of him there, I hadn’t realized I’d tensed up.
“Take a deep breath, relax, and let me in.”
Doing as he asked, I felt the initial burn give way to pleasure as he stretched me slowly.
Instead of removing the vibrator, he moved it deeper. My breathing was erratic, matching his when he moved forward, filling me completely to the hilt. He didn’t move for the longest time, letting me adjust to his size and the foreign sensation. “You all right?”
“Yes, I—wow. So this is DP?”
“Yeah and it’s even better than I imagined. Being the first to have every part of you is just—I can’t even describe it.”
I was completely filled, and when he started to move, holy shit, every brain synapse started to fry. “Please…” Not knowing what I was begging for, I whimpered, thankful he understood exactly what I needed.
Thrusting slowly at first, he picked up the pace once I fully relaxed. The dual sensations elevated my hunger to another level of craving. Craving what—I had no clue except I felt on the precipice of something earth-shattering. It definitely didn’t disappoint when I got there as bright light turned into a complete blackout stupor while indescribable sounds were ripped from my throat.
“Talk to me Kenz. You okay?” Colby’s gorgeous face etched with concern hovered over mine.
I gave him a goofy smile and nodded. “I think my orgasm made me pass out.”
He looked relieved. “I’d say so. You scared me.” He kissed me gently. “Come on, let’s shower.”
My muscles were like melted butter, my thoughts sleepy, so I was completely content to let him put a shower cap over my hair and proceed to wash me intimately from head to toe. After he took a turn, he dried us both and led me back out to the bed.
As he folded me into him, a satisfied sigh came from my lips in the crook of his neck. “That was incredible, but once again, I think I missed the part where I got to see if you enjoyed it, too.”
“Any more, then I would’ve blacked out too, and that could’ve been—uh, interesting.” He chuckled, stroking my back. “You’re every fantasy wrapped up in a sassy package.”
“Mm, I kind of adore that compliment.”
We lay there for the longest time, our breathing in sync and bodies entwined. My eyes were heavy, my body completely sated.
His whisper came in the dark. “Kenz?”
“Mm?”
“Do you love me?”
I’d been about to fall asleep but came wide awake with his words. “That question is a definite relationship foul. You do not get to pass Go to collect your two hundred dollars and must go directly to boyfriend jail, where you will no longer be able to ask anything further.”
He laughed and tilted my face, locking his eyes on mine. The moonlight streamed across the bed, making the moment that much more intimate. “In my office the other day at lunch, you said how you loved club sandwiches, then implied you feel more for me.”
“And you sent me red roses, which could’ve implied something as well.” Damn, I was getting defensive.
There was amusement evident in his
expression. “You’re really uncomfortable with my question, aren’t you?”
“Let’s turn the tables: do you love me?”
He hesitated before answering. “I’m not sure how to answer, and maybe that’s why I’m asking. I told you in the hospital that I loved you like a friend, and I always have, so…”
I realized what he was getting at. We weren’t in a relationship where we were developing feelings from the start, but rather one in which friendship was evolving into new territory. Problem was that I was way ahead of the game, considering how I’d felt about him for the majority of my life. Given that fact, there was no way I’d be the first one to admit anything. “Maybe the question isn’t about love, but rather about being in love. Guess I never understood the distinction until now.”
“That makes sense. Can I use a Get Out of Jail Free card?”
I snuggled back down onto his chest. “Only this once. We’ll blame it on the incredible sex scrambling your brain or something.”
His arms banded around me, holding me tight. “The thing is it didn’t freak me out to hear that you might, you know, love me more than a club sandwich.”
I smiled in the dark. “It didn’t freak me out, either, to think, you know, you might have sent red roses on purpose.”
***
Although there was no further talk surrounding the L-word, Colby made love to me the morning after the premiere as if every touch, every kiss, and every breath was proof that things had shifted between us into a more serious place.
The next evening we settled in early for dinner and a movie in his theatre room. He was such a fan of the classics, and it was fun to have a huge library to choose from. Tonight’s feature was Goodfellas.
The sound of my phone had me jumping up since I knew that my brother had proposed to Sasha earlier tonight back in New York. “Hey, Brian,” I answered and noticed the immediate withdrawal of Colby. It was as if he felt guilty about touching me while I was talking to my brother.
“Hi, there. Thought you might want to know, she said yes.”
My smile couldn’t have been any bigger. “Congratulations. I’m really happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you. I’ll give you a call later this week. Love you.”
“Sounds good. I love you too.” I hung up the phone grinning.
“I take it she said yes?” Colby asked.
“Yeah. He seemed anxious all week which was weird for him to be that way. Did your brother get nervous when he proposed to Haylee?” I realized my mistake in asking the minute his eyes met mine.
“He didn’t tell me until after the fact, but I’m sure Brian and Mark knew. I’m grabbing another beer. You want one?”
“Sure.” I watched as he walked out, wishing Josh knew what it made his brother feel like when he excluded him.
By the time Colby returned, he was his normal self, but when his phone vibrated a few minutes later, he tensed. “Hey, Josh.” He almost looked apprehensive about why his brother might be calling tonight.
Affording him a few minutes of privacy, I took our empty plates to the kitchen to clean up. As soon as he came in after to find me, I asked, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Josh has some sort of client meeting in Vegas next Friday and invited me to make it a guys’ weekend for Brian. I’m sure he’ll invite Mark as well.”
“That kind of sounds like a bachelor party.” Before he could comment, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Haylee. “Uh on second thought, we may need to call it an engagement party. Can you keep a secret from my brother and yours?”
He appeared intrigued when I handed him my phone, which had Haylee’s invitation:
“How do you feel about crashing the boy’s weekend in Vegas to make it more of an engagement celebration? It would be a surprise.”
“Guess you’d better cancel the strippers,” I quipped.
He sighed in annoyance. “Why do you think my brother was calling me just now? He wanted to confirm I wouldn’t make it into a bachelor party by planning some wild weekend to include exactly that.”
“Party pooper. Doesn’t he realize it might be kind of fun to go to the strip club? I bet Sasha and Haylee would enjoy it as much as I did.”
He instantly smiled, pulling me in for a kiss. “Is it any wonder I’m crazy about you?”
I giggled. “So, it looks like your guys’ weekend, aka not a bachelor party, may include a bunch of women instead.”
“I’m sure Josh and Brian would prefer that anyhow. You’re going, right?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I leaned back, watching for his reaction to my next question. “What do you think about telling people about us?” The thought of being in Vegas together, but not as an actual couple, sounded like torture.
Trepidation clouded his features. “This is a celebration, and as I said before, telling them most likely won’t go well. I don’t want to take a chance it may spoil the entire weekend when it’s supposed to be about Brian and Sasha.”
He had a point, even if it was a disappointing one. “Selfishly. I was thinking about how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you for an entire weekend. What about afterwards?”
“We’d have the baptism two weeks later, which shouldn’t be overshadowed either. Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I thought we agreed we weren’t in a rush.”
I tried not to let his attitude hurt my feelings. “We did, but with all these events coming up, pretending in front of everyone seems deceptive.”
“Believe me when I say it’ll be the least of their concerns once we tell them. It’ll be better to get through the next few weeks, so that nothing causes any friction. Then I promise I have every intention of talking to your brother.”
I realized the timing might work out better for me, too, to wait after all. Considering my mother thought I was staying out in California for a guy, it would be better for me not to disclose the relationship until after I’d told her I wasn’t moving home. I didn’t want her to correlate the two. “When you do, I could go with you?”
He shook his head. “I appreciate it, but this is a man-to-man type of conversation.”
I leaned in, trailing kisses down the column of his throat. “That kind of turns me on.”
“You don’t say.”
“Mm-hmm, and I think it may have earned you a striptease.”
“Ah you never did put your Vegas education to good use. Lucky me.”
It was a good change of subject, but in the back of my mind I was thinking that before he went to have that talk with Brian, I needed to convince him it didn’t make a difference to me what he may have to say. I might even have the courage by then to tell him I definitely loved him more than a club sandwich.
***
If Colby reminded me one more time that there would be absolutely no funny business or sneaking around during this weekend in Vegas, I was going to scream. He was beyond paranoid. Seriously, the guy made it sound like I was the one with the problem of not being able to keep my hands to myself.
And just in case he was right, I decided the best way to avoid jumping on him over the weekend was to get as much out of our systems as possible during the days leading up.
“I never thought I’d ever say these words, but I’m officially sore from having this much sex. So, I guarantee you have to be.” The morning before heading to Vegas, he helped me off the kitchen counter where we’d christened the granite with this latest round.
“Really? Not me,” I lied, knowing full well I’d feel the delicious soreness for days to come.
“Yeah, right. We’ve been at it like bunnies all week long. But once we get on the plane in a few hours, you have to promise there won’t be any innuendos, butt grabs, or cock gazing.”
I was mildly offended. “You make it sound as though I objectify you.”
He kissed me deeply. “I love when you do. And Vegas will be torture enough without you making it any harder.”
I quirked a brow, causing us both to laugh.
> “See, I can’t say harder with you making it dirty.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I deadpanned, hoping like hell I could actually rein it in. The challenge would be watching other couples in love and all touchy-feely the whole weekend. I knew that would make it even harder—I mean, more difficult. Great, I couldn’t manage to keep it clean even in my head.
I finished packing my clothes in my suitcase and felt his arms come around me from the back. “I promise to be good, starting now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking about it,” I murmured.
“Me, either. When we return to our own little world, we can go back to being bunnies.”
Our own little world with only the two of us was amazing, but now that we were leaving it, I couldn’t help but be slightly nervous.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Friday evening in Vegas was a girls’ night and I was having an awesome time with Haylee, Sasha, and their friend Catherine. Because we didn’t want to take a chance on the men finding out early that we’d crashed Vegas, we were staying a few blocks down from Josh and Colby’s hotel until tomorrow when we’d change accommodations. We sat in the sky lounge of our hotel, sipping cocktails and enjoying one another’s company.
Both Sasha and Haylee were excited about surprising their significant others tomorrow poolside.
“How do you know they’ll be there for sure?” Sasha asked.
Haylee flashed a smile. “Because I enlisted the help of Colby, and he’ll make it happen. I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces.”
“You should walk by them all nonchalant in your bikinis and check them out. See if they notice you,” I suggested.
Both ladies smiled, deciding to do just that.
Catherine was seated next to me, and we’d been chatting it up since going shopping earlier. I’d really enjoyed getting to know her. For a fashion magazine editor, she definitely wasn’t as intimidating as I’d expected.
“So what’s the plan tomorrow night?” she asked.
Haylee spoke up. “I figured we’d start with dinner to celebrate the happy couple then continue with an after party. Maybe go to a club or bar. I haven’t been out since the baby was born, not that I’m complaining, but I want us all to have an evening of fun. And who knows? If I get a couple drinks in Josh, I may even get him out on the dance floor for a second time in his life.”
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