I sighed.She had a point, I reasoned. And a logical one at that. I knew Brianna trusted me. That wasn’t the issue. It was whether or not I trusted her.I do, I realized. I could make this rather minor concession to her. Like she said, her parents are dead. I don’t have to tell her the gory details of their murders, but I could say that mine are dead too.
“My parents are dead too,” I said softly, looking ahead to the street in front of me. The sun was starting to set, making the sky turn a deep purple. “I was born in a small town on the eastern side of the state. We moved to Vegas when I was little.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she smiled. “Do you have any siblings?”
“No, it was just me. They died when I was ten,” I answered.
There was that comfortable silence. We were both the same kind of abandoned. Whatever happened to her parents, whether it was natural causes or cruel fate, she was the same as me. And it hit me that I never told anyone where I’m from. Or really anything about my parents. After they died, I was put in the system and bounced from house to house, family to family, until I joined King’s Men. At the time, it was the only steady family I had, and it felt nice to be a part of something.
But I am not a boy that needs to be coddled anymore, I thought. I’m a grown fucking man, and it’s far time for me to have my own life.And I liked the idea of having a family of my own one day. If I found the right woman, that is. I looked out of the corner of my eye to Brianna, seeing her smile.I just may have found her.
We kept walking, hand in hand. The breeze was warm against my skin, and I took a lungful of the Vegas air. Suddenly, Brianna tripped over something. I quickly spun and caught her just before she hit the ground. Her small hands had a vice-like grip on my shoulders and her blue eyes met mine with sheer desire. I set her on her feet but didn’t let go of her hips.
“That’s the third time you’ve fallen for me tonight,” I teased. She bit her lip, and it was all I could do to keep control. I leaned in so close, her lips were almost touching mine. She smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation. I refrained. “There’s one thing I haven’t told you.”
“And what’s that?” she hummed.
I closed the gap between us, fusing my lips with hers. This wasn’t the little peck from earlier. No—this is how a man should kiss his woman. I cupped her face in my hands, bringing her closer to me. Her lips were soft and warm, her whole body submitting to me. She tasted like Jack Daniels, and I wanted to get drunk off her kiss.
Not to mention, I was incredibly hard still from the bike ride to the bar. The feel of her pressed against my back was tattooed on my skin, and even the way she slapped me across the face when we arrived was hot as fuck.She was incredibly sexy when she was angry.Brianna was a force to be reckoned with and she wasn’t about to let me step out of line.
She moaned into my mouth, and I bit at her lip lightly. I knew there was a little hide-a-way just a little way down the block. And while she might enjoy the thrill of a public fuck, I wanted the first time to be in the safety and comfort of an enclosed space. I didn’t need King catching me with my dick out.
Besides, a woman like Brianna deserved to be worshipped in bed. Like a decadent dessert you savor, not inhale. I was going to take my time fucking her when the time came. And she made it very clear that she decided when that time was. As she pulled away, her chest moved with her breath as she exhaled deeply. Her eyes opened, her baby blues clouded with a satiated lust.
“I’m new to this whole…dating thing,” I answered, addressing her previous question. She smiled up at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m not good at it, and I’m kind of learning it on the fly here. But fuck, you’re amazing.”
“I’m just getting started,” she purred, sending me a seductive look from under her eyelashes. “What do you say? I’d like to go back to the Cocktail Room for a few more drinks.”
Her words had me in a daze, and I readily accepted her invitation. We walked back, and I kept my hand on her plump ass as we made our way into the bar. It was busier than it had been when we left, but I watched as Brianna revered it in awe.She is the kind of person that loves a good crowd, I noted.
We managed to get through the crowd to the large oak bar, and I snagged a stool. A different bartender from before asked for our order. I told him a sidecar and a Jack and coke. I waved to the stool for Brianna to sit down, but she shook her head. I opened my mouth to retort something about being a gentleman, but she beat me to the punch.
Brianna took my hand, leading me to sit on the stool instead. Brazenly, she sat on my lap. Her perfect ass was now perfectly nestled against my cock, and every little wiggle she made had me about undone. The bartender came back with our drinks, and I paid him the fare. It was like heaven and hell having her on my lap, and I wasn’t sure what head to lead with. The very last thing I wanted her to do was to get up and walk away again.
As if sensing the thought, she nestled into me further.She isn’t going anywhere, I confirmed. Brianna looked at me over her shoulder, leaning into my chest as she took a sip from her drink. As if it wasn’t enough, she set the drink down on the wooden bar and kissed me. I could taste the Jack stronger now, and her tongue made its way into my mouth. She was fucking excellent with her tongue, and I wondered what other parts of my anatomy would enjoy from her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that,” I said huskily, pressing my lips to the shell of her ear.
She took a drink from her glass and then kissed me again. It was clear that Brianna was taking no prisoners tonight, and she was taking what she wanted, and when she wanted. Not that I was complaining in the slightest. I was enjoying her combo of drinking and kissing me right after. Her mouth was soft and sure against mine, and I tilted her head to the side. My tongue caressed her mouth, and she let out a groan of pleasure.
And we passed the night like that. We’d make out in between sips of our drinks, flirting here and there. She grew bolder with every passing minute, leading my hands to the bare skin of her toned abdomen and under the hem of her shirt. Her skin was hot and soft, and I nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder and planted a kiss on her neck. She moaned, tilted her head against my shoulder to show me the expanse of her skin.
After Brianna had finished her first drink since returning, she pulled me to the dance floor. She was well enough tipsy, and I was really enjoying this side of her. I felt that I was seeing the most…natural part of Brianna. The stress-free version of her. And I liked it—a lot. As the next song started up, she ground against me. I looked around to see that she was the envy of every girl in the bar. And I also noticed that I was the envy of every guy, too.
Too bad fuckers, she’s all mine, I thought.
We danced to song after song after song. Her enthusiasm was contagious. If this was the most stress-free Brianna, then this was the most stress-free Crush. Because I hadn’t thought of a damn thing since she called tonight. And I was enjoying the energy she was giving me on this date. I pressed my hands into her hips more, bringing her ass closer against my cock. She looked at me from under her lashes over her shoulder, practically draped against me at this point.
She made a move with her hips that should be illegal, shooting me a wink as I growled in my throat. Brianna swiveled on her heel, turning to face me. She took my hands from her hips, her eyes locking with mine as she directed my hands around to her ass. I gave an appreciative squeeze, and she leaned into me more.
“You’re an ass guy, aren’t you?” she asked with a seductive smirk.
“Sweetheart, I’m a you guy,” I replied. “Though I’m not complaining.”
Laughing and smiling, Brianna was totally different then the cold doctor she had been playing. And I could tell this was her most authentic self. She pulled me back to the bar, her hand fitting in with mine as I let myself be led back. After nudging our way between the bodies of people, she ordered another Jack and coke.
It had really picked up in the last few hours, and I realized it was almost eleven at night. There were three bartenders now, the first one looking almost dead on his feet. The press of bodies added the dimension of sweat and sex to the air, creating almost a haze. This was Sin City, and Vegas catered to everyone.
