His Vegas Bomb: A Menage Romance (The Cocktail Girls)

by Derek Masters

  Lucas excuses himself to the restroom while Penny pops in a CD.

  “This is one of my favorite songs,” she says, tagging a swig from the bottle.

  “What’d you find?”

  Before she can answer, the song comes on, and I know what it is just from the intro. She’s playing Pony by Ginuwine. Her hips start to sway to the beat of the music, and she starts singing.

  “I’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner,” she looks me dead in the eyes and points to my chest.

  I could definitely be that person for her. Lucas comes out of the bathroom and stands by my side as Penny continues to dance for us.

  “Someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off,” she points to herself and shakes her hips as she lowers her ass to the ground.

  Lucas and I look at each other. We now have the answer to our question, she’s game. Without saying a word, we grin at each other and nod. We’re both thinking the same thing.

  “Gotta be compatible, take me to my limits,” she runs her hands down each of our chests, grabbing the waist of our jeans, pulling on them.

  Before she can get another word of the song out, Lucas and I grab her and lift her up in the air. Each of us begins kissing on her neck; she tosses her head back, granting us full access to her throat.

  “You sure you want us to take you to your limits?” I ask.

  Lucas is busy planting kisses all the down to the front of her cleavage, while I nibble on her ear.

  “Ohh,” she moans, nodding her head yes. “I’m sure.”

  “Let’s do it,” Lucas says.

  We carry her to my bedroom because that’s where my full-size bed is. There’s only a small twin bed in the second bedroom where Lucas sleeps when we’re in town. The three of us collapse on top of the mattress, Penny in the center of it all.

  Lucas takes her left side as I take her right side. Together, we begin undressing her and ourselves. She’s more eager than either of us had anticipated, and it’s so fucking sexy to see her practically begging to suck our cocks, but we make her wait.

  Her lustful eyes stare at our cocks as she licks her lips. As fun as this is, and will be, we’ve done this more than a dozen times before, and it’s always better when the focus is on her. We get what we need from it regardless, but when the woman enjoys herself, that’s what makes it so much hotter.

  Pulling her shirt over her head, we each take a breast and free it from the black bra laced with purple trim, exposing her nipples. While Lucas flicks and nibbles the nipple on his side, I lick and suck the other. She’s obviously enjoying this, but I can sense that she’s nervous. Her body’s too tense to be fully relaxed.

  “Don’t be nervous,” I whisper in her ear. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, okay?”

  Biting her lip, she nods her head but her body doesn’t relax, so I decide to help her with that. Lucas is still busy licking and sucking her breasts, so I reach down and begin unzipping her jeans before pulling them down. She’s wearing a matching pair of panties that goes with her bra that’s now hanging off the edge of the bed. Sliding them down her thighs, I spread her legs and bury my face between them.

  She’s perfectly shaved and already so fucking wet. Her skin is glistening with her juices. Slowly and deliberately, I lap them up and lick her clean before I sink my tongue into her sweet little hole. She’s fucking delicious.

  Her body begins to relax as I tongue fuck her and let her come all over my face, but I’m not done yet. I give her a second to recover as I trail kisses along her thighs. Glancing up at her, Lucas is kneeling next to her head. She’s sucking his cock, taking him all the way to the base. For a split second, I’m jealous, but then I remember that I’m the one tasting her sweet pussy.

  Cupping her ass in my hands, I dive back in, but this time I go straight for her button. Lightly bitting it, I pull her clit into my mouth and begin sucking on it. A slight moan fills the room, and her ass starts wiggling in my hands. It’s not much longer until she’s almost ready to come again.

  I back off of her clit and insert my finger deep inside her before going full force again. In two seconds flat, she’s coming all over my hands and face once more as her moans fill the room. Her legs quiver as I continue lapping her sweet juices before I let her finish writhing before I climb up next to her, where Lucas and I trade places.

  As soon as I’m next to her, she grabs my face and pulls me to her, kissing me as if her last breath depends on it. She greedily tastes herself on my lips as she moans while Lucas tastes her sweet nectar. I watch his head dip between her legs as she tosses her head back.

  “Mmm,” she says. “I taste so fucking good on you.”

  “So fucking sweet,” I whisper.

  Still kissing, I swallow her moan as Lucas brings her to an orgasm. Her back is arched, and those perfect pink nipples of hers are begging for attention. Leaning down, I begin sucking on them as she takes my cock in her mouth.

  Swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, she hits every damn nerve ending known to mankind. I lean my head back, trying to concentrate on anything but what she’s doing so I don’t blow my load.

  I’ve never had a blowjob as good as hers as she teases my cock and sucks it like she’s starved.

  “Fuck,” I moan. If she keeps this up much longer, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. That’s when I decide to switch up the game and make things more interesting.

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  Blurb

  Our past destroyed us once, but I refuse to lose her again.

  It only takes one mistake to ruin everything you’ve got, and I’ve made several of those. We spent so much time together: loving each other, hating each other, and, eventually, trying to get over each other, but I could never forget her. Every smile, laugh, and curve of her beautiful body was etched into my heart and soul.

  I thought our love story was over, but fate brought us back together when I was least suspecting it.

  When I lay eyes on her again six years later, I know things aren’t over—at least not for me. The moment I see her, a thousand unspoken words pass between us and all the feelings I’d lost come flooding back. But I have to ask myself, did I ever really heal or are the ghosts of our past too much to overcome?

  1

  Lucas

  The sun is streaming through the curtains, threatening to scorch my corneas even though my heavy lids are closed tightly. I’ve been nursing my hangover all day, but it hasn’t let up despite being almost 5 in the evening. Hopefully, when the sun goes down, it won’t be as bad.

  Today’s no different than any other day though. Every morning I wake up, and she’s the first thing on my mind. Her name is inscribed in my brain: Toni. She’s usually the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing that pops in my head every morning.

  Leaning over the edge of my bed, I reach for the bottle of ibuprofen that has a permanent home on my nightstand because of days like today. I guess I can thank the St. Louis City police department for not having to work today since they were the ones who had my driver’s license suspended for DUIs; not that it’s stopped me from driving, but I’ve had to limit the jobs I can accept.

  Instead of taking bids for construction jobs in Illinois, all over Missouri, and parts of Kansas, I’m limited to what’s right here in the immediate St. Louis Metro area. Thank God for rebuilding downtown or I might’ve been homeless, but right now, I’m appreciating the break while it lasts.

  As soon as I successfully complete these mandatory AA meetings that the judge recommended, I can get my license back and won’t have to worry about losing my construction company.

  I guess there’s no one to blame but myself, but blaming yourself sucks, so I blame it on life and the legal system. As high as the crime rate is on the North Side, you’d think the
cops would have better things to do than pull someone over because they forgot to use a turn signal. There are about a billion theft crimes, sexual assaults, arsons, and drug traffickers to keep them busy until the next century.

  Grabbing a half-empty beer bottle from last night, I wash down four ibuprofen with the warm, stale beer and flop back onto the mattress. Staring at the crack in the ceiling above my bed reminds me once again how bad this place sucks. I liked it better when Mason and I shared his dad’s house, before he married Penny and had kids.

  He’s such a lucky bastard.

  Actually, I liked it better when I was lying in bed next to Toni every morning. If that were the case, I wouldn’t care where I lived. We could live in a shack or inside a cardboard box. As long as she was with me, I’d be happy.

  Maybe if I would’ve gotten the girl that I was supposed to have had, my life would’ve been better too, but shit doesn’t always work out the way you want it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Mason, but I miss what we had when we were sharing girls after mine and Toni’s breakup.

  Life was so much easier back then. One of us would find a cute girl, test the waters to see if she was up for a threesome and bam! It definitely helped keep my mind off of her. I spent a lot of years numb, bedding anyone who was willing, trying to fill that empty void. It worked for a little bit, but reality would always catch back up to me.

  When we shared girls, we’d share them like no tomorrow. No relationship, no strings, no commitments; there was only a promise to each other—our pact—and that was once we shared a girl, we always shared her.

  It was a simple rule to keep feelings out of the way so that nobody got hurt, and so that it never ruined our friendship. Mason and I were always like brothers, but now that he’s married, started a family, and began running his own business, things aren’t the same. I don’t have anyone.

  It’s only me.

  Well, me plus Alicia, but she doesn’t count. We’ve never entered an official relationship status, despite what she believes. She might be annoying, but at least I don’t have to spend too much time alone, which is probably the only thing that’s kept me from drinking myself to death.

  There have been a few times when I’ve come close to that point. Things were real bad after I found myself suddenly single for something that I had very little decision in. It sucks to wake up in the ER after they’ve pumped your stomach. I know because it’s happened twice in the last six years. The first time wasn’t too long after Toni ceased to exist in my life, and the second time was on the one-year anniversary of the last time I saw her.

  Glancing at the alarm clock beside my bottle of ibuprofen, I watch the digital numbers flip to 5:02. Right on cue, Alicia calls like she does every day when she gets off of work, but today, she’s not calling to see if I want to grab a bite to eat or hang out.

  “Hello?” I answer, my voice croaking as I try to ignore the jackhammers beating my brains into an oblivion.

  “Lucas? Are you still in bed? You know you need to be up right now,” she says.

  The jackhammers ramp up their speed with each word that vibrates over the phone line.

  “Yeah, I know,” I run my hand through my hair as I sit up on the bed. Looking into the dresser mirror, I can see my disheveled hair sticking out all over the place. “I’m working on it.”

  My eyes are sunken in and the dark circles beneath them look even darker in comparison to my pale skin. That’s what happens when you lose half your work and are never outside. Thanks St. Louis City PD, I think to myself.

  “Your meeting starts in 90 minutes, you better get your ass up and moving.” I don’t respond, which pisses her off as usual when she tries to boss me around. I’ve always liked the girls with daddy issues because they’re easier to control, but Alicia is headstrong and demands control.

  Being with her is a double-edged sword. I want her in my life because it means not being lonely and I need her in my life to help keep me in line, but we’re not a perfect match; not even close. I’m not sure what I’m doing with her, but we have had some pretty good times together, so I outweigh the good with the bad and deal with her because she’s good for me—in a way.

  The same kind of way that your mother would be good for you if you had one. Mine’s been gone so long that I don’t remember her voice.

  “Lucas! Are you listening to me?”

  I nod, even though she can’t see me, “Yeah. I hear you. I’ll be ready, but I don’t see the point.”

  “The point, Lucas,” she clicks her tongue off the roof of her mouth, which usually means I’m going to get an earful. “You need these meetings to get your license back so you can get your construction business back up and running at full speed.” I know what she’s saying is true, but I don’t care anymore. Going to these meetings or getting my license back isn’t going to make me stop drinking, or improve my life in some unforeseeable way. “Just get in the shower, please. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes. Okay?”

  “Whatever, Alicia,” I sigh. “I’ll see you when you get here.”

  Stepping under the shower head, I let the water cascade down my face and body. It feels good, but it’s not enough to get me up and running at full speed. Lathering myself up, I try to scrub away the stench of alcohol so that my hangover’s not so obvious when I show up to this AA meeting tonight.

  As I reach for the power button on the coffee maker, I hear a knock before the front door opens. “It’s just me,” Alicia yells from the living room. “Lucas? Where are you?”

  “In here,” I call from the kitchen. “I’m making some coffee.”

  “Well, don’t you look fab,” she rolls her eyes. “What’d you do? Wake up and start drinking again? You look like shit.”

  “Thanks, you’re gorgeous yourself,” I mock her. “And no, I didn’t wake up and start drinking. You called right as I was opening my eyes, and then I took a shower, and now here I am,” I wave my blue coffee mug in the air.

  She checks her watch. “You better hurry up with that coffee. Your meeting starts in 40 minutes, and you don’t want to be late.”

  “Who gives a shit?” I mumble as I turn to face the coffee pot.

  “Um, the person who has to sign your paper at the end of each meeting? He or she might like to know that you were in full attendance before they sign off on something for the court.”

  “Yeah, fuck,” I mutter. “I need to find that paper.”

  “Lucas! Tell me you’re fucking around, and that you know where your paper is,” she says. “How are you going to get your life back in order if you can’t even handle a sheet of paper?”

  “I don’t know, mom,” I mock her. “I’ll think of something.”

  Spinning on her heels, she heads toward my bedroom. “Did you put it with the rest of your papers when I picked you up from jail? The ones with your court hearing and everything? I thought I saw you put them all together.”

  Rolling my eyes, I pour myself a cup of Joe and drink it black, hoping I can pump enough into my body before the meeting to at least take the edge off this headache.

  “You can check, but I’m not sure.”

  I’m not worried about that paper. Alicia keeps track of little important shit like that, and, most likely, she put all the papers together. It’s probably in there somewhere.

  “Got it!” she yells. “Now come on, let’s get out of here and get down to your meeting, and I’ll keep track of this,” she flicks the paper with her fingers.

  “Fine by me,” I say, grabbing my coat as we head out.

  2

  Toni

  This week’s meeting couldn’t come fast enough for me. With all the stress that I’ve been going through lately, I’ve been craving a stiff drink, but I’ve stopped myself each time. It hasn’t been easy, but my sobriety is worth it because I’ve come to realize that my life is better without the alcohol—and all the random men.

  I went through a phase for a couple of years where I couldn’t commit to a relationshi
p. Nobody could ever compare to Lucas or fill his shoes, so I had a lot of casual sex. None of them mattered, but they were a distraction and they made me feel good about myself for a minute.

  It almost became a contest. I’d get myself all psyched up as I painted my face and straightened my hair just before I squeezed into the tightest pair of jeans that would go over my round, bubbly ass. I’d always ask myself, “Is Toni going to nail it or strike out tonight?”

  Normally, I nailed it, but it’s not hard to do when you spend your weekends at various clubs and bars. That’s where men flock to on the weekends, hoping to find some desperate drunk chick with an easy pussy. The only difference is that I went to the bar willing before I had a drop of alcohol. The liquor just helped me forget that I was a complete whore.

  I didn’t hit rock bottom until I woke up in a strange guy’s house. My clothes were in a pile on the floor next to me when I opened my eyes and I was in a room by myself. I had no clue exactly where I was or who I’d gone home with, but I started freaking out when I couldn’t pull the bedroom door open. I kept trying to figure out why I’d be alone in what looked like a spare bedroom. Where was the guy and why did he leave me alone?

  After working on the door for about ten minutes, it finally opened. How I mustered the strength, I have no idea because I was hungover as usual, but my body felt weird. It was like I’d been drugged—and I probably was. I’d never felt like that a day in my life before that night and have never felt like it since. I was so disoriented and even though I could watch my body move, such as my arms or legs, I couldn’t feel my body move.

  Stepping out into the hallway, I see that I’m in some sort of mansion. That’s what it appeared to be like, anyway. The hallway was long and wide, with a set of spiraling staircases on each end of it that led to the downstairs. The black wrought iron railing looked like a refinished antique, perfectly polished. My guess is that he had a housekeeper or maid.