What Happens in Vegas
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“Sure,” he admitted. “That, and to see the most spectacular fucking sunrise ever.”
“When we wake up in time to see the sun rise,” Corey elbowed him. “Hasn’t happened the last two years.”
“Yeah, well we’re not getting drunk tonight,” said Brody, giving me a wink and a squeeze.
“Don’t wink at me,” I laughed. “I’m getting absolutely shitfaced.”
He looked at me funny for a moment, and I kept a straight face for as long as I could. Then I burst out laughing.
“I kid, I kid,” I chuckled, dodging his latest series of pinches. “You think I want to be throwing up on the plane, all the way home?”
Home. It was more bittersweet than ever. I looked east again, into the darkness. Knowing that the next time the sun cracked the distant sky, they’d be driving me back to the airport.
“Look,” I said, a lot more seriously. “It’s my last night here. I want to spend it between you, just like our first night together. Snuggled up against the three of you, flesh to flesh, skin on skin.” I sighed wistfully. “It’s how I want to remember this.”
I felt another presence; Mason, coming up behind me. He pressed his hard body against my back, his long arms sliding downward, hooking together beneath my breasts. He squeezed me against him, and already I could feel his excitement. There was an electricity in the air. It surrounded us from every direction. Bound us together.
“You’ll get whatever you want tonight,” Mason murmured, lowering his mouth to my neck. He kissed me there, sending warm tingles up and down my spine. “We’ll give you anything. Everything…”
His hands slid down over my belly, then even further, along the tops of my thighs. When he brought them up again he cupped my sex, pulling me against him, causing me to shiver.
A thought occurred to me, and not for the first time. It was a dirty thought, of course. A hot, filthy, wicked thought.
“Well if you’re willing to do anything,” I laughed suggestively. “And you want to make it really memorable?”
The three of them leaned forward, nodding expectantly. They were all ears.
“I have something in mind…”
Forty-Seven
MASON
We took her every way a man can take a woman, in the sanctity of our little hilltop world. Screwing the absolute soul out of her, all three of us, until we were sated and spent and totally drained… even as she crooked a finger, and challenged us to give her more.
I understood that part. It was the last day for her. The last day for all of us really, but for her it would be worse. Brody, Corey and I still had our friendship. We’d see each other every few months, in LA or Vegas, and we’d be back here again next year, at this very same place.
But her…
Lauren was the unknown variable. When she flew back to New York, I knew there was a very good chance she’d move on with her life. She’d forget all about us in time… or at the most, we’d become nothing but a pleasant memory. A collection of really hot moments she could draw upon whenever she wanted to get juiced up, or whenever she got bored with whichever guy was lucky enough to get her next.
Only if I were being truthful? I wanted to be that lucky guy.
And here’s the strange part: not by myself, either. No, as great as a one-on-one relationship with Lauren might be, I wanted what we had right here, right now, out in the desert. I wanted the whole thing — Brody and Corey too. I wanted the camaraderie and excitement that came with taking this smart, beautiful woman together — alongside my friends — doing her in ways that could only be accomplished in this strange, but hot new dynamic I’d discovered.
The funny part was that I was pretty sure Brody and Corey felt the same way. That they’d somehow like to continue our relationship exactly as it was. Neither of them really talked about it, but I could sense a change in the way they were treating the whole thing. Their reactions to Lauren were all new. Wholly different…
I’d seen the two of them with women before. There was always fun, and laughter, and undertones of physical intimacy… but there was always a certain disconnect, too. They’d never allowed themselves to get this close, or this deeply involved. I’d never once seen them this connected to someone, on levels that went far beyond the boundaries of sex.
Half of me was distracted, going over these things. Focusing on that dull ache in the pit of my stomach, knowing this was our last night with her. It sucked. It really, really sucked. My mind kept going back to her laugh, her white-toothed smile… the little hair-flip she always did, right before kissing me, her shamrock eyes flashing brightly… seductively…
The other half of me was more in the moment. More obsessed with what we were doing to her body, and making it good for her. Right now we were in the tent, the warmth of our body heat staving off the cold desert night. Lauren was riding me, in a soft pile of blankets. Grinding her pussy wetly against my abdomen, to screw every last inch out of my throbbing cock.
“My turn,” Brody said again, and I lifted her off me, squeezing her ass. He entered her immediately from behind. Started fucking her doggystyle, while I held her suspended just above my quivering body.
Lauren moaned, leaning down to kiss me. We’d been doing this for a while now, trading off on her pussy, entering her again and again a few minutes at a clip. It made us last, that was for sure. Gave us a chance to calm down and not lose it, the way Corey already had…
“Mason…”