Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) Page 6

  He sat up slowly and me down on blankets. I heard him say, “Stay right there,” and the bed shifted. Before I knew it he was behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. I spread my legs inviting him to take me, and felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit before sinking all the way inside. I rocked my hips against him, but he held them in place as he withdrew slowly before pressing into me again inch by inch. I wanted to scream out and beg for him to fuck me, but he made it clear he controlled the pace. I arched into him, allowing him to penetrate me as deeply as possible, and he let out a groan as he filled me again. Then the sound of a cap snapping open startled me, and I stiffened at the sensation of cold droplets on my skin.

  “Just relax and trust me.” His voice soothed as his finger rubbed the liquid against me there. “Has anyone ever been here?”

  I was mesmerized by the sensations, but managed to reply. “No,” I whispered.

  “Then I’ll be the first after I make you come.”

  I was surprised, but I barely had time to think about it as he lifted my back to his chest and squeezed my nipples roughly. He pumped inside of me faster, and I felt his hand trail over my belly to find my clit swollen and waiting. I inhaled sharply as his fingers worked me over, and my body met his thrusts until the first waves of my orgasm washed over me. I leaned my head back on his shoulder as I contracted around him.

  “So you want to know what it feels like to have two men make love to you?”

  The source of the cold liquid appeared in his hand. He poured some of over his fingers and eased me back down in front of him.

  Panting and trying to recover, I nodded slowly. My mind was reeling as I imagined the sensations of two men, two sets of hands, two…I eagerly awaited what would happen next.

  “Then we’ll have to get you ready. Try to relax. I’ll be gentle.”

  His hard shaft sank into my pussy, filling me completely until I could take no more. He held it inside me, and I suddenly felt his finger gently rubbing me where his tongue had caused all the crazy sensations earlier. Teasing me gently, he eased his finger in. It hurt a little, but there was something erotic and dirty about the fantasy playing out in my mind that made me ignore the pain.

  “Relax,” he whispered, and his finger eased in and out of me slowly. I swore I felt his cock become harder as he worked his finger in a little deeper each time, and I began to moan and rock against him meeting his thrusts. This time my orgasm rocked my entire body, and I called out his name as he pumped harder into me. When it was over I went limp. My mind was wiped clean of anything but the sensations of him.

  He withdrew and before I could protest I felt the head of his cock rubbing gently, nudging against me there, where his finger had been. He lifted me by the arm until my back was against his chest again, then wrapped his arm around squeezing one of my breasts and rolling over the nipple with his thumb.

  “I want you so bad, Lo. I want to come inside you here. Will you let me?” His voice was low and full of need. The scruff on his face scratched my cheek as his erection pinned me at my entrance, and I knew what he was asking for.

  “Yes. Yes, I want you. I want to feel you come,” I breathed as his fingers found my clit and adrenaline surged over me at the thought of what was about to take place. Then it happened. White hot pain mixed with pleasure as his cock began to stretch me inch my inch. He held me tightly whispering in my ear, stroking me, reassuring me.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So fucking good. Just relax and feel me inside you. Feel what you’re doing to me.”

  I froze, not sure what to make of the sensation, but my body began to respond slowly to his words and his steady thrusts that matched the rhythm of his fingers working my clit. I feared the pain as I reached the brink and felt myself tightening and contracting around his cock. I felt nothing but pure pleasure as the most intense orgasm ripped through my entire body. I had never come so hard in my life.

  “Oh, fuck,” he yelled as he speared into me harder, deeper until his cock spasmed, pumping spurts of hot fluid into me. He rested his face against my shoulder and held me to him as his body continued to shake.

  What seemed like minutes passed with only the sound of our breathing filling the room. Finally, he withdrew.

  “Are you okay?” He stretched out next to me and reached out to rub my back.

  I turned toward him and molded my body against his. “That was…it was. I’ve never felt like that before.”

  The sound of his laughter warmed me, and he stroked my hair gently and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Mmm…good. When you’re ready I want to make you feel so much more.”

  “You mean you want to share me?”

  “No. I mean, I don’t know. Is that what you want?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Maybe isn’t an answer, Lo. This is all or nothing. You have to be sure.”

  My body tingled with fear and excitement as I contemplated the thought. “I want to try,” I whispered.

  Parker exhaled loudly and pulled me against his chest. “I don’t know if I can, and I don’t want you to feel pressured. The thought…hmm,” he paused contemplating his next words, “The thought of you like that makes me fucking crazy with lust and crazy with jealousy. It makes me want to protect you and push you to your limits. It’s a huge fucking conflict, Lo, but if you decide you’re ready…maybe...”

  “Okay,” I replied, thankful that he couldn’t see the sleepy smile that spread across my lips at the thought of my bad boy crazy with lust and jealousy over me. My bad boy. I almost giggled out loud. For just this moment everything in the world felt right. Warm and sleepy and completely sated, I curled comfortably into him.

  “Now we need to get some sleep. I have a special surprise for you tomorrow, and I want you to be well rested for it.”

  “Mmm hmm.” I stopped fighting my heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep in his arms.

  Nine

  FULL OF SURPISES

  When my eyes opened again it was morning. I peeled my cheek from Parker’s chest and blinked up at him to discover he’d was watching me. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, but he seemed amused when our eyes met, and I immediately buried my face in the blankets letting out a long groan. The brief glimpse of his warm smile, so full of bad boy charm first thing in the morning, had me secretly smiling, too.

  He laughed, and stroked my hair. His sexy masculine voice resonated through my body. “Good morning, pretty girl.”

  “Good morning,” I mumbled still hiding my face against him.

  “I’m learning something new about you every day,” he said playfully.

  “What is that supposed to mean?” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to.

  He lifted my face to look at me. “You, Lauren St. John, are not a morning person. We’ll have to work on that, but you never know. I could get used to this, too.”

  He looked so irresistible, his eyes sparkling, his hair tousled, and those dimples. Hmm, he could get used to this, huh? His hand moved from my hair down to the bare skin of my side, pushing the blanket down as he slowly tickled my sensitive skin. I squirmed and my nipples hardened against his body.

  “Mmm…I could stay in this bed with you all day, and if you don’t stop that I just might.” As he spoke he reached down and adjusted the tent that had formed in the sheet from his arousal.

  Giggling, I sat up to face him and felt suddenly aware of my nakedness. The playful mood turned serious as our eyes locked together. His tongue flickered over his bottom lip as his eyes trailed over my body down to where the blankets stopped. He reached out and traced my jawline, gently continuing down my neck, between my breasts, down my belly before stopping and hooking his finger into the edge of the blankets. Just like that, I was about to come undone. My entire body was sending a silent message, “Don’t stop!” But suddenly he did, and I wanted to scream. Noticing my disappointment, he quickly explained.

  “Shay Roberts, my agent, will be here soon to go over s
ome things. Besides, like I said before, you’re going to need your energy tonight.”

  I tilted my head inquisitively and smiled noticing the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. What did he have up his sleeve? If I had to wait until tonight to find out I might go crazy!

  “I have to get out of this bed, Lo, before it’s too late.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before throwing the covers back and getting out of bed.

  My eyes were glued to every line in his body as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small wrapped package. How can a man be that fucking beautiful? His muscles rippled, and I swear my jaw dropped as I watched the weight of his heavy erection bobbing with each step as he returned.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at it and then at me. “It’ll be okay,” he smiled. “It has to learn it can’t be inside you every time you’re in the room.”

  I laughed as I thought about how comfortable he looked naked and exposed, and fought the urge to crawl to him and wrap my lips around it to persuade him to change his mind. But I somehow sensed that what he was about to do was more difficult for him, so instead I found myself looking at the small package he held out between us and quickly realized it was a gift. For me.

  “I made this for you. Well, part of it anyway.” He fumbled to find the right words and looked down at the box nervously. “Just open it. You’ll see.”

  Tears filled my eyes when he placed the gift in my hand. Memories started flooding through me. It was unexpected. My dad used to surprise me with little gifts. Nothing extravagant, but he would make a big production over the smallest things, and that’s what made them so special.

  I’ll never forget the day I turned eighteen. I was home from college for the summer, and I came down to the front desk for my usual shift to find a small box waiting for me. There was a note on top with my name on it in my dad’s handwriting, and as I started to open it I looked around to see several staff members shuffling in with huge smiles on their faces. The note read:

  To My Golden Girl,

  This is a special day for so many reasons. I proudly watched as you dug in with determination and learned every job at The Grand over the years. I admire the smart, beautiful and very stubborn young lady you’ve become—you’re just like your mother.

  You’re all grown up now, and there’s still one last job you need to learn. The tavern is the heart of The Grandview, and you’re finally old enough to take your place next to me. As you know, it’s very special to me, just like you, and my heart is full today knowing that now I can share it with you.

  Love, Dad

  My eyes were so blurred with tears that by the time I got to the last line I could barely read it. Then clapping erupted as I opened the box to find my very own bar key and nametag inside. I remembered looking around the room with pride. This was my home, and the faces around me were my family. I caught a glimpse of my dad leaning in the doorway watching. When our eyes met I saw him wipe a tear from his cheek and smile before he disappeared back into the tavern. At eighteen I guess most girls would’ve expected a car or jewelry or even a vacation, but what he gave me was worth more than all of those things put together, and the way he did it would stay with me forever.

  I haven’t received many gifts since my dad died. In fact, the last one I received was from Nina shortly after his funeral. She made me a bracelet filled with charms that represented special memories shared between me and my parents over the years. I still wear it all the time. “I hope this makes you feel like they’re still with you,” she said when she gave it to me. And she was right. It did.

  Now here I was, sitting face-to-face with Parker, amazed how this simple gesture from him reminded me so much of my father and the last time in my life when I truly felt happy and free. Until now.

  I hesitated as I took the gift from his hand gently. All I could do was stare at it until his voice broke the tension, “Go head. Open it. You’re killing me.”

  We both laughed while I opened the box nervously. My heart was thumping in my ears. I briefly hoped I wouldn’t find jewelry or anything else too expensive and over-the-top inside. To my relief I didn’t. Caught off guard, I made a funny face as I held the shiny object in my hand. It was a purple iPod with matching ear buds. Purple, my favorite color. He remembered. I looked up at him not sure what to say.

  “So...” he began shyly, “If you want to run while you’re here I ordered a treadmill for you. It’s top of the line, but I’m afraid the view’s not as nice as what you’re used to. You can’t just walk outside and go for a run here you know. It’s way too hot and too crowded, and besides, I want to be the only one who gets to see you all sweaty and glowing when you’re done.”

  I blinked up at him. If I wasn’t already sitting down those dimples would’ve brought me to my knees. Running is so important to me. Thankfully I packed my running shoes just in case, and this purple iPod matched them perfectly. How did he know so much about me after all this time? I was speechless.

  He stood abruptly and grabbed his boxers off the floor, dragging them on slowly. That’s when I realized I still hadn’t thanked him. The silent treatment probably wasn’t what he’d expected, and I was suddenly worried I may have hurt his feelings.

  “I have to get ready for my meeting. The treadmill is two doors down to the left if you want to check it out.”

  I stopped him before he walked into the bathroom. “Parker, thank you. This…” I looked down at the shiny purple iPod and then back at him, “it means more than you know.”

  I was relieved to see his smile come back. Yep, this was clearly uncharted territory for the infamous Parker Blackwell, and as much as I hated to admit it, the same could be said for the stubborn Lauren St. John.

  “Good,” he replied. “Go help yourself to some breakfast or call room service if you want. I should be done with the meeting in an hour or so.”

  Food was the last thing on my mind. I climbed out of bed as soon as the bathroom door closed behind him and made my way back to my room. I washed my face quickly and brushed my teeth before throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail and digging through my bag to find my running shoes, sports bra and yoga pants. I secured the iPod to my waist and almost ran down the hall. I couldn’t wait to run.

  I burst through the door and stopped dead in my tracks as I scanned across the enormous corner windows taking in the panoramic view of the strip before me. The view is not as nice as what I’m used to? Really? It wasn’t the peaceful calming blue and soft white sand that I was accustomed to, but it was stunning in a whole different way. There was so much to look at. Almost too much to take in at once I thought as I looked down at the cars and tiny shapes of people moving about the sidewalks. And the lights! They were even lit up during the day. Amazing!

  I examined the treadmill and quickly got acquainted with the functions. Parker was right. This was a quality machine, and I knew I was in for a nice smooth run. I braced my feet on either side and looked down to turn on the iPod as the belt came humming to life beneath me. It was almost comical, but I never even thought about what I would be listening to until that very moment. I looked around the room and laughed to myself as I wondered who loaded the music. Parker? The thought of him choosing music for me added a whole new dimension to things. I hesitated before pressing the button, took a deep breath and started jogging as the familiar intro to All Summer Long by Kid Rock came bursting through the ear buds.

  Suddenly, I was running and laughing with tears in my eyes like a crazy fool as I listened to the lyrics. We were two wild kids back then. Well played, Mr. Blackwell. Well played!

  It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long

  Caught somewhere between a boy and man

  She was seventeen and she was far from in-between

  It was summertime in Northern Michigan

  Splashing through the sand bar, talking by the campfire

  It’s the simple things in life like when and where

  We didn’t have no Internet b
ut man I never will forget

  The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

  And we were trying different things, we were smoking funny things

  Making love out by the lake to our favorite song

  Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ‘bout tomorrow

  Singing ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ all summer long

  Catching Walleye from the dock

  Watching the waves roll off the rocks

  She’ll forever hold a spot inside my soul

  We’d blister in the sun, we couldn’t wait for night to come

  To hit that sand and play some rock ‘n’ roll

  Now nothing seems as strange as

  When the leaves began to change

  Or how we thought those days would never end

  Sometimes I hear that song and I’ll start to sing along

  And think, man, I’d love to see that girl again

  As the music faded I wasn’t ready to let go. The song ended too soon. I wanted to hit repeat, but before I could the next song started to play. Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leopard. Wow! This really brought me back. We weren’t the typical kids back then I guess. We used to listen to CD’s that I borrowed from my dad’s collection more often than the current music that played on the radio. And this tune? Well, let’s just say it had my hormones racing on more than one occasion with Parker. The night he challenged me to a kissing contest this song played in the background as we locked lips for the first time. I could still picture the scene in my mind. We were so young and inexperienced. We thought we knew everything when in reality neither one of us had a clue.

  For almost an hour I ran and listened as song after song had me laughing and crying and singing along high above the beautiful chaos in the streets below. But the last song…the last one. I hadn’t been able to listen to it since Parker sang it to me seven years ago. Yellow by Coldplay. Every time it came on the radio I flipped the channel quickly to avoid it. Now here it was playing in my ears like a message from him…