CRAZY LOVE
A.D. Justice, USA Today Bestselling Author
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SHORT STORY
LUKE
Andi isthe love of my life and all I could ever ask for in a soul mate. She gets me, she sees through my shit, and she deserves anything and everything I can give her. To show her how much I love her, I’m stealing her away for the weekend. Away from any and all responsibilities. Away from anyone else who wants her time and attention. Away from any other distraction.
“Andi, pack a bag for the weekend,” I tell her. “We’re going away tomorrow. All the arrangements have already been made.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“It’s a surprise. I’m not sharing you with anyone else in the world this weekend.”
“I’m intrigued.” She quirks one eyebrow up at me. “I’ll go pack, but I don’t know what to take.”
“Something nice for dinner one night. Shorts, a bathing suit. Other than that, you won’t need many clothes.”
We arrive at the Atlanta airport early the next morning, and she looks at me expectantly. “You really are taking me away.”
“I meant it when I said I’m not sharing you with anyone else this weekend.” I smirk.
She can’t resist looking when I’m finally forced to hand over her boarding pass. “Vegas? We’re going to Vegas for the weekend?”
She never asks for anything, so her genuine excitement over a long weekend in Vegas thrills me. I know Andi, and she would’ve been appreciative even if I’d rented a tent with no electricity. But the way she’s jumping up and down on her toes tells me that, without a doubt, I made the right choice.
“We are.” I nod. In the busy airport, with people rushing around as they scurry from one concourse to the next, all I can think about is reaching our destination. “Our room is waiting for us.”
“Why do I have the feeling there’s more to this than I can even imagine?” she asks, cutting her eyes at me.
“Maybe because you know me a little too well.”
On the flight to Vegas, she peppers me with questions about the weekend. “Where are we staying? What are we doing? What have you planned? Will I have time for the spa?”
With every question, I answer her with a kiss. After the first half-dozen questions, I finally realize she kept asking on purpose, just so I’d keep kissing her. Good thing our first-class seats give us a little more privacy than coach does. After all the questions and kissing, her tan, toned legs, coupled with the short skirt she’s wearing, have me thinking of any way I can have her right now.
“Is our room on a high floor or a low floor?” she asks.
I lean in to kiss her again and place my hand on her upper thigh. My tongue darts into her mouth, and she willingly opens to give me full access. As I fuck her mouth with my tongue, my fingers slide up her smooth skin to her panties. Pulling the fabric to one side, I thrust my fingertip inside her pussy and her fingers curl into my shirt. She surprises me when she doesn’t resist, but instead, slides down in her seat a little so I can go deeper.
This makes me smile against her lips for a second before I devour her mouth again. She’s sitting by the window, so our first-class activities are hidden by my wide shoulders and back when I turn sideways in my seat. My finger is one lucky fucker, because her pussy is drenched and ready to be thoroughly fucked. My cock is so anxious to handle the job, it’s about to bust through my jeans like a fucking alien. For now, I’ll have to settle for her scent on my hand.
My movements increase in pressure and tempo when I add another finger, stretching and filling her, while my thumb rubs against her clit. I glide in and out of her silky smoothness until she comes on my hand. My mouth captures her cry of ecstasy, and I swallow it down with pride. Pulling my fingers out of her, I lick every drop of my reward off of my fingers. She watches me with hooded eyes and I know she wants more, but she’ll have to wait. I have extra-special plans waiting for her.
We finally reach our hotel, and Andi has to take a few minutes to check out every aspect of our room. I’m waiting patiently in the Wynn Encore Tower Salon Suite, one of the most prestigious and luxurious hotel rooms in Las Vegas, while she scurries from room to room, squealing about the amenities. There are two floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room that provide an excellent view of the strip and the bright city lights. But my eyes are locked on my beautiful lady, Andi, as she looks around the room in awe.
“Luke, you didn’t have to do all this for me,” she gasps.
She hasn’t seen anything yet, though.
She finally notices the three wrapped presents waiting for her on the couch. I had them shipped to the hotel, and the concierge just delivered them to our room. The boxes are expertly wrapped in white paper with big crimson bows that beckon her to open them and reveal their contents. Her eyes fly up to meet my intense stare. She looks at me expectantly, but I give nothing away. Inside, I’m already dying for her to open them and for us to get started on the events that will take place immediately afterward.
I walk to the wet bar and pour a couple of drinks while she inspects her presents. She lifts one box and shakes it, but the sounds refuse to give her any hint of what contents it holds. As I approach her, I extend my hand with her glass and her fingers brush over mine as she takes it.
“You’re thinking about the plane.” I smirk.
