Wicked Innocence (Wicked Innocence 1)

Whimpering, I pushed his arm away, my legs clenching, as if I was trying to prolong to rush that was coursing through my body. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me.

Holy shit, that was amazing. I sighed and relaxed against him, fighting the urge to just close my eyes and fall asleep in his arms. I wanted this moment to last forever. I’d never felt so close, so connected to anyone in all my life.

I still didn’t know what this was, but with every second that passed, I found myself hoping for something I never dreamed I’d ever have.

Chapter Seventeen

Sax

“So you guys are here, and I’ll be staying just down the road. I couldn’t get enough rooms in the one place,” I explained. The guys didn’t answer. They were too busy ogling the group of women dressed only in bikinis that had wandered in. “Oh yeah, apparently the Miss Vegas bikini contest is being held here this weekend.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, this will do, I guess.” Harry didn’t even look at me when he spoke.

Micah raised an eyebrow at me and I smirked. My plan had been to have them distracted enough that I could treat Micah to a night in Vegas she’d never forget. But in order to do that I had to be sure the guys weren’t going to miss her.

“And where are you staying?” she asked as the guys wandered off toward the pool, where the first round of the contest was getting under way.

“Make sure you’re at the Royal on the main strip by eight!” I called out to Harry.

He waved his hand, letting me know he’d heard.

Turning my attention back to Micah, I smiled. “You mean where are we staying?”

Her lips curled into a grin. “Did you plan this? There are rooms here, aren’t there?”

“Actually, no, but I may have booked the guys in here knowing the bikini contest was going on.” I confessed, giving her a wink. “I wanted to treat you to somewhere nice.”

“This isn’t nice?” she said, her eyes wide as she took a long look around.

I laughed. “It’s Vegas, honey. Compared to what I have in store, this place is a dump.” Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost three. “Listen, I gotta go do something for a few hours. Can you amuse yourself until the show?”

“I’m pretty sure I can manage that,” she smirked.

“Try to stay out of trouble,” I said with a shake of my head. “Can you meet me in the bar at six? I want you to meet Stace before the show. Without the guys around,” I added.

“Sure. I’ll see you then.”

“What are you going to do now?” I asked her.

She smiled saucily. “I’m going to check out this bikini comp.”

I groaned, memories of the strip club flittering through my mind.

“Try not to enter, okay? I don’t want anyone but me ogling these babies,” I grumbled, running my finger down over her shirt.

She giggled and shook her head. “Go, you idiot.”

***

I was running late to meet Stace, but I figured she was used to it by now. My family was forever going on about my inability to ever be on time for anything. She was staying at a hotel down the road, so it only took me a few minutes to reach her.

I walked in and spotted her sitting in the lobby. She saw me and smiled, waiting until I’d walked over to her before she stood up.

“Oh my fucking God, thank you so much for that amazing present,” she squealed, throwing her arms around me.

“I take it the show was good?” I chuckled.

“Good? It was amazing. Unbelievable.” She shook her head. “I’m still freaking out that I managed to see them live. Good to see you, by the way,” she added with a grin.