Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

I laid everything out for Detective Rogers. I told him about the robbery, why we did it, and the fact that Floyd ran away with the jewelry. Floyd had betrayed me and I no longer had any loyalty to the man I once considered my best friend. Detective Rogers listened to everything I said, made a few notes in his pad, and then left me there to go outside. I knew he would be coming back with handcuffs, so I walked back over to get one last hug from Peoria. He walked back in and I held my hands out in front of me.

“Put your hands down.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“I figured that would make it easier to slap the cuffs on me.” I let my hands fall to my side.

“What?” Peoria pulled away from

my embrace. “You’re a hero!”

“I wish that was the case, but we both know you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me.” I shook my head and sighed. “I confessed to everything.”

“No!” Peoria’s face turned to a look of absolute horror.

“Come on.” Even Fiona’s face reflected a shocked look. “He saved us, you can’t arrest him.”

“Well, that is a conundrum, I’m afraid.” Detective Rogers smiled. “The District Attorney doesn’t have any record of a jewelry store robbery. I guess Lawson King forgot to report it...”

“So he’s free?” Peoria grinned from ear to ear.

“I have nothing to hold him on.” Detective Rogers looked to Peoria and then back to me. “You’re free to go.”

Chapter 17: Peoria

I spent hours at the police station. There was a happy reunion with my parents, a lot of scolding when they found out I had gotten involved with a man like Vincent, and then even more hugs once they said their piece. When the reunion was over, I was taken to a room so I could give my statement. The instant we were done, Fiona’s parents whisked her away without another word to anyone. I signed a lot of paperwork agreeing to testify against Lawson King and then I was congratulated by several officers who related tales of people who weren’t so lucky when they tangled with the last Mob boss in Las Vegas. As much as my parents wanted to give me the same treatment Fiona got, I stood up to them for the first time in my life and told them I wasn’t leaving until I got to say goodbye to Vincent. We eventually compromised and agreed to leave on the first flight out of Las Vegas the next day. As much as it would hurt to leave Vincent behind, I wasn’t going anywhere until we had some time alone.

“This is so fancy.” Vincent walked around the hotel room and peeked into the mini-bar.

“Take whatever you want. My parents owe you a drink anyway, and this room is on their credit card.” I sat down on the bed and smiled.

“I’m surprised they even agreed to let you have your own room.” Vincent walked over and sat down next to me.

“Maybe they’re finally starting to realize I’m not a little girl anymore.” I put my hands on Vincent’s shoulders and crawled behind him, pressing my thumbs into his knotted muscles.

“That’s one thing you’re definitely not.” He let out a sigh as my fingers started to release some of the tension. “That feels really good.”

“Did you ever think you would be the hero of Las Vegas—the man that put away the last Mob boss?” I pressed harder, moving my thumbs in a circle as I massaged his shoulders.

“I’m not a hero—you’re the hero.” He chuckled. “I should be in prison beside him.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” I slid my hands down his chest and pressed my lips to his neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Vincent quickly turned around to face me when he felt my lips on his neck. He put a knee on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, crushing my lips beneath his. I didn’t expect my parents to understand how I fell for a man like him so quickly, but when I felt the fire of his passion and his tongue swirling with mine, I knew without a doubt that I was right where I wanted to be. We kissed as he started to pull my shirt over my head, and I was enraptured by the feeling of his hands on my body. He was the only man for me, the only one who had ever been able to bring those kinds of feelings to the surface. He removed my bra and squeezed my breasts in his hands. My nipples immediately started to get hard and I pulled on his t-shirt until his abdomen was exposed. I slid my hands underneath it and ran my fingers across his muscles was he moved his hands down to my waist and started unbuttoning my jeans.

How am I ever going to live without this?

I didn’t want to return to Georgia, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I might have fantasized about being forced to remain in Las Vegas for the trial, but after the reunion with my parents, it was clear they weren’t going to ever agree to let me stay longer than the one night I had negotiated for. Vincent’s tongue continued to swirl against mine, broken only for a moment so his shirt could be removed. He pushed my jeans down and I lifted up so they could be pushed past my hips. I pushed my feet against the bed until my shoes were off and he was forced to break the seal our lips had formed in order to pull my jeans off completely. I moved my hands to his waist, eager to have him undressed as well. He assisted until they were past his hips and his cock was exposed. I started to stroke it while he shifted them down to his ankles and kicked them off. Our skin pressed together and it was a fire being ignited. His cock swelled in my hand and I could feel my pussy getting wet with desire as I pulled him towards it.

“Shit...” He stopped and sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong?” I could feel the concern creep across my face.

“I don’t have a condom.” He pulled away from me.

“I don’t care.” I reached out and pulled him closer.

The last thing on my mind was protection after the things we had been through. His cock pressed to my pussy and his lips returned to their spot on mine. I was so wet that he easily pushed into me and started to quickly thrust his dick deep inside my pussy. He leaned back once the thrusts started to get faster and held my hips as the lust in his eyes got more intense. I shifted my hips, feeling the pressure inside of me getting stronger with every thrust. He was my first, and I wasn’t sure anyone would ever compare to what I felt with him—I didn’t want them to ever have the chance. Vincent was the only man for me and although I had no idea how we would ever make it work, I was determined to find a way. My head fell back against the bed as he continued to drive his cock inside me. The feeling of pleasure was getting more intense with every hammering thrust, to the point that my whole body was shaking. His breaths got even faster and although his heart was separated from mine as he mounted me, I felt like they were eternally connected with every thump in my chest. The orgasm built even faster, almost to the point of no return when I felt his cock throbbing inside me.

“I’m gonna cum.” His breathing got even heavier.