What Happens in Vegas

“I guess what I’m asking is… why do this with someone like me? I’ve got to be eight or ten years older than you.”

Brody squeezed my leg again, reassuringly. “Well for starters, we’re not afraid of older women. Not that we consider you older, really.” His eyes wandered my body. “Whatever age you are, you look fantastic.”

My whole face went red, and not just from the wine. “Thanks.”

“Girls our age can be silly,” Corey interjected. “Immature. Especially when it comes to this.”

“By contrast, older women know more about exactly what they want,” said Brody. “They’ve be

en around the block a few times, so they’re not afraid to ask for it.”

I laughed into my wine glass. Freely.

“What?”

“I got married at nineteen,” I explained. “I’ve been with the same lame asshole for the last ten years.”

I saw their expressions change. They seemed to be listening with even more interest now, if that were possible.

“Trust me,” I laughed some more. “I have not been around the block.”

“Oh we can show you the block,” Corey promised suggestively. He clasped my hand, which happened to be resting on my other thigh. “But it’s more than that, too.”

Brody nodded in agreement. “There’s something… carnal about sharing a girl,” he said, looking pleased with his choice of words. “Something uniquely intimate about doubling up on her. It’s a huge turn-on for us, making someone like you the center of our attention. To be driving an all-new lover so incredibly, ridiculously crazy.”

Everything tingled now, inside and out. I could feel my heart pounding, drumming away in my chest.

“Also,” added Corey with a wink, “there are some things a woman just can’t get from a single man. Things only two people can accomplish, working together.”

My hand holding the wine glass trembled a little. I took another swallow of wine.

“Hey…” Brody said, and suddenly he was touching my face. His fingertips were soft, his movements gentle. His handsome mouth had cracked into a smile. “You okay?”

I nodded quickly, returning his smile. “Better than I thought I’d be. In fact, I—”

His leaned in, and our faces glided slowly together. And then just like that he kissed me…

… and a whole mountain of heat crashed over me in one glorious, euphoric wave.

Ohhhhh….

I melted into his rock-hard arms as Brody’s jaw rotated slowly against mine. The kiss was explosively hot. The sum total of everything that had built up between us so far.

I got lost in the intoxicating scent of him. Swept away by the heat of his lips. By the faint taste of beer lingering in his mouth, as our tongues glided sweetly and sensuously together.

It was everything they’d been promising all night. Unapologetic and raw — sex and fire and passion. Levels of eroticism I hadn’t felt in so impossibly long, if ever before in my life.

I— I can’t believe this is—

Our kiss broke all too soon, as another hand pulled my chin in the opposite direction.

Wha—

And then Corey was kissing me too.

Oh… holy fuck.

His kiss was more forceful, more insistent, but no less smoldering hot. Our tongues danced as his hands slid to my body. They settled over the curve of my waist and pulled me even tighter against him, so he could kiss me more fiercely and with greater longing.