What Happens in Vegas

It was the last two words that put the lump back in my throat. As I took the dress into the bedroom to try it on, I had to swallow three or four times before it went down.

Twenty

LAUREN

They arrived exactly at eight, with three quick knocks on my door. I smoothed my dress for the fifteenth time, pushed the butterflies down again, and opened up for them.

“NICE.”

Brody’s smile was approving, and so was Corey’s. They greeted me with warm smiles and lingering hugs as they stepped into the sprawling suite.

“I knew you’d look amazing in that dress,” Corey said.

I smoothed it again, this time for effect. No matter how many times I did it, the dress still ended at mid-thigh.

“You don’t think it’s too short?” I teased.

“Fuck no.”

Brody shook his head as well. “For once Corey and I are in total agreement.”

I thought it would be weird, seeing them again after all we’d done. Sort of like I imagined it would be seeing a one-night stand, although I hadn’t had any of those for comparison.

But then Brody pulled me against his body… and all strangeness and nervousness just melted away.

Mmmmm….

His lips forced mine apart, his mouth churning hungrily as his tongue sought mine. The passion was back in an instant — fiery and hot — totally overwhelming my senses, turning my legs to jelly as I felt Corey’s arms slide to my hips, as he pressed against me from behind.

Shit, it was like they’d never even left.

I melted into a puddle, going limp as they took turns on me. They were kissing my lips, my neck, my shoulder… passing me back and forth between them, holding me steady while their fingertips reconnected with the already-explored terrain of my writhing, willing body.

After a minute or two they stepped back again. I was left standing there in stunned silence. Reeling on two wobbly legs.

“D—Did you want to have a drink first?” I breathed, pointing weakly at the bar.

“Sure.”

Brody grabbed some glasses, and fixed us three identical cocktails from whatever the girls had stocked the room with. A quick trip to the liquor store had been our first stop upon landing.

“So are there any… rules for tonight?” I asked hesitantly.

“Why, did you want some?” Brody asked.

“No, not necessarily.”

“Then don’t worry about it,” he smiled. “Look Lauren, we’re not gonna bite you.” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment in mock-thought. “Not too much anyway,” he teased.

“Okay…”

“We’re just gonna have some fun with you tonight.” He winked. “Lots of fun.”

God he looked good. No, he looked amazing. He was wearing black dress slacks and what had to be expensive designer shoes. A white dress shirt tailored so perfectly to his body it showed off the impressive ‘V’ of his magnificent back.

Then I looked to Corey… and realized he was wearing the exact same thing.

“You might even have some fun with us,” Corey added slyly. “That is, if you’re still willing to follow instructions.”