What Happens in Vegas

“I… I’m not sure.”

“You have to understand,” Brody went on, “this is Vegas. People come here to let loose. To shed their inhibitions, and do things. Secret things.”

“To misbehave,” Corey said over his beer.

Brody nodded. “Some of them act like entirely different people, and that’s all part of the allure. They can be someone else for a few days. Or they can be themselves for once, and do whatever it is they’ve been holding back on doing.”

I considered his words for a moment, wondering if this wasn’t something I’d always wanted. Certainly I’d fantasized about it enough times. Hadn’t everyone?

“Many of them come by themselves too,” Brody continued. “They’re alone here on business, like you were. Or lonely. Thousands of miles from—”

“Do you think I’m lonely?” I jumped in.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he replied smoothly, adding a smile. “And if I had to guess? Yes, you’re probably here alone. You had a few glasses of this last night,” he pointed to my wine, “and your inhibitions started to lower. So much that you took one our flyers. Enough that you snapped those photos.”

I blushed a little, remembering the sexy pics. I’d been brave, that was for sure. And he was definitely right about my inhibitions.

“So you provide… a service?”

“We provide a fantasy,” explained Corey. “An opportunity most women will never have, but secretly wish they did. The chance to do something totally wild. To act on lust and instinct, rather than logic and reason.”

My eyes crawled over the dark-haired stranger, lingering on his tight jeans before working their way up to his handsome face. He was talking faster now, his expressions more animated. And I could sense an underlying excitement too. Like he was reliving certain moments in his mind.

“All women dream about being with two guys at once,” said Brody. “Not many of them act on it when the chance arises, but a few are strong enough, and brave enough, to admit what they really want.”

He leaned closer into me, his voice going confidential. Before I even knew it was happening, his hand slid from his knee to mine.

Oh…

Every inch of my exposed skin exploded in goosebumps.

Oh wow.

“Isn’t this why you contacted us last night, Lauren?”

He breathed my name more than said it, his full lips practically brushing my ear. I gasped as electric shivers rocketed up and down that side of my body.

Though it was Brody who spoke, it was Corey’s eyes that were locked on mine. They required a response, demanded an answer. I knew right then and there, how much of a team they really were.

“Yes,” I said softly.

There was no reason to lie. No way I could lie, not here, not now. Not sandwiched between them.

“Good,” Brody whispered. He smiled warmly, and gave me knee a suggestive squeeze. “It’s normal to be nervous, Lauren. In the end though, it’s only sex. We get what we want… you get to live out a fantasy most girls only dream of fulfilling.” He settled back into the booth, looking cool and comfortable. “Everybody wins.”

The guys grabbed their beer, and worked on their drinks. I worked on breathing again.

Is this really happening?

It was. It really, really was.

But could I actually go through with it?

That part I didn’t know. I was still flushed and flustered. Still in a mixed state of denial and semi-shock. Then again…

Then again, the guys looked and felt and smelled magnificent. All muscle and musk and masculinity. And they were right out of college! Young and smooth and strong and—

“So how exactly would this work?” I blurted without thinking. “If I decided I wanted to… well…”