Triplets Make Five

Another car rolled around the corner, and about a dozen bridesmaids flopped from windows. All three cars headed out of town. The Lexus glided down the freeway. I used the guys’ excited chatter to cover me while I planned out how I would spirit Victoria away from her friends. It shouldn’t be too difficult. Once the alcohol started flowing, no one would notice if somebody disappeared.

The guys fired questions and jokes back and forth, but I drifted a thousand miles away. I floated in her arms. How long did I have to keep up this game of cloak and dagger? Why couldn’t I just come right out and have her without worrying about somebody finding out?

Of course, I couldn’t come right out and have her at Charlie and Mandy’s wedding, but my thoughts ranged a lot farther than the Las Vegas casino. I could get her, no problem. The real question was getting her and keeping her.

She presented as much of a conundrum as anything else. Did she want me or not? One minute, she threw herself at me in all her desperate erotic passion. The next minute, she avoided me. I wasn’t such an emotional cripple that I couldn’t recognize the signs.

Ever since the night she refused to let me inside her house, she found reasons to keep away from me. No more helping out with the wedding plans. No more rides in the Porsche. I was going out of my mind.

The cars trundled up to Las Vegas, and everybody unloaded. Mandy tried to say something to Charlie, but Sam cut her off. He pointed back toward the girls’ car. “You go over there. You’re not supposed to see the groom until you meet him at the altar.”

All the girls hooted. “Listen to him! We’re staying at the same hotel. We can’t exactly pretend you don’t exist.”

Sam herded Charlie and me away. “Come on. Let’s get our rooms. We can have some fun while we wait for the party to get started.”

Charlie looked around. “Where are all the naked hookers?”

I had to laugh, but I stopped myself when I spotted Victoria watching me. I stood at the reception desk inside the lobby and waited for Sam to check all of us in. I caught Victoria looking at me, and I turned away. I took out my phone and tapped the screen with my thumb. Nothing to see. Just checking my phone. Meet me later?

My heart pounded in my chest. Would she do it? Her every instinct would tell her not to, but her burning need would drive her to it. I didn’t have to look around to see her punching her phone.

Where?

I knew it. Go for a swim in the pool?

Already my cock ached in anticipation.

Sure.

Good girl. She always was a good girl. All I had to do was crook my finger at her, and she would follow my lead. I wheeled my suitcase to the reception desk and got into a heated conversation with the clerk. The clerk handed me a key and pointed toward the elevator. No one would ever know I sent her that text.

Was she watching me from the front door right now? Was she getting wet thinking about it? I headed up the elevator to the eleventh floor with the other guys. They laughed and joked about the strippers they would get up to Charlie’s bachelor party.

The guys crowded out of the elevator and parked their luggage in their rooms. Sam called from his door before he went inside. “Meet in Charlie’s room in five minutes. I’ve got a bottle of tequila so we can get this party started!”

Perfect. I couldn’t have planned this better. I closed my room door and unzipped my suitcase on the bed. I slipped off my pants, pulled on my swimming shorts, and put my pants back on. I sent another text.

On my way down now.

My guts burned from adrenaline coursing through me. I stole a peek out the door. If I met anyone I knew, they would never know what I was up to.

Another text came back. Getting in the elevator.

I raced downstairs and out to the pool. I had to get there before her. I shucked off my clothes. My thumb flashed over my phone screen. Sliding into the hot tub. Wish you were here.

That should make her giggle. Getting out of the elevator. Which way is the pool?

Getting hard for you, baby. I need you in these bubbles right now.

Found it. Taking off my clothes.

My heart stopped. Taking off her clothes—where? I leaned over the hot tub’s concrete side and poked my phone with a dry finger. Where are you?

Behind you.

I whipped around, and my eyes widened when I saw her in a bikini. She stepped down into the hot tub, and the foamy bubbles surrounded her in delectable steam. A ferocious grin spread across my face, and I moved in on her. My naked muscles enclosed her in all my power, and she gave herself over to me.

What did we come to Vegas for, if not for this? What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. Right? Why not? All my excitement flared to life, and her legs slithered around my chiseled bulk. The water closed us in a slippery envelope. She slid across my skin, and I stroked the bubbly water all over her. Our lips closed in a passionate kiss that would never end.