Two Billionaires in Vegas (Love by Numbers 1)

Her hips began to pick up the pace, and I knew she was close, so close, so I did too, sucking her harder, moving my tongue faster.

She shouted as she came, her hands grasping my hair as her hips still, body spasming. Slipping my tongue inside her, I felt her pussy spasm too, contracting around it.

Erin rolled off of me and flopped back on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” she said, a dazed expression on her face. “That was incredible. When can we do it again?”

During the night, I got up to go to the bathroom. I was just shaking off when I heard shouting. I rushed into the bedroom and found Caleb yelling and thrashing. Erin sat next to him, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Caleb!” she yelled, attempting to wake him. “Caleb!”

Gasping for air, he jerked awake, looking around the room. He noticed Erin kneeling by him and me standing there, watching him.

“Shit,” he mumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face. No doubt he was reliving whatever nightmare he’d just had.

After a moment, he turned to Erin. “I’m so sorry you had to see that,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied and stroked his hair. “My dad was a vet and he used to have night terrors all the time. I’ve seen them before, many times.”

I decided to let Erin handle it, quietly moving over to the couch and hoping they’d forget about me for the time being.

It wasn’t exactly a test, but I did want to see how Erin dealt with Caleb’s nightmare. To see if she could handle it. It was the only way to know for sure if this would work out.

Caleb calmed down after a few minutes and Erin lay back down, her head on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Caleb said again.

“It’s okay,” she says. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he said, his voice harsh. He sat up, making Erin fall onto the mattress. “Erin, you need to get the fuck out of here. Now.”

Erin gave him a hard look and said, “Fine.”

She sprang out of bed and quickly threw her clothes back on.

Just as she was headed for the door, I said, “Erin, wait!”

She didn’t listen to me, slipping from the room and out into the night.

I gave Caleb a hard look, buried my face in my hands, and said, “Fuck.”

Erin

When I got back to my hotel room that night, I was fuming. I knew Caleb was in a bad place after his night terror, but there was no reason to take it out on me. After Braxton, that just wasn’t something I would put up with.

Besides, it was too close to the wedding to have to worry about asshole men who clearly didn’t want me around.

The rehearsal dinner was nearly upon us and I needed to help out with all the preparations. After already spending so much time away from my friends, I couldn’t let them down. I couldn’t let Greer down and needed to be there for her.

Greer and John went to breakfast together that morning, wanting to spend a little alone time together. They wouldn’t get much of it before the wedding. Sasha and I went down to the hotel restaurant to grab something to eat. I purposefully picked a table far away from anyone else, knowing that it was time to come clean to her.

“Wow, that is a lot,” she said when I’d finally finished talking. “No wonder you’ve been acting so weird lately.”

I was thankful she’d accepted everything just like Hanna had. I really did have incredible friends.

“I have not been acting weird,” I protested. She raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” I admitted, “I guess I’ve been acting weird. I just don’t know what to do about any of this. I like them, I really like them, but I’m scared things have become too fucked up and I don’t even know if they feel the same way.”

“Didn’t you just tell me that Jackson asked if you thought about you all being together?” she asked.

“Well, yes, but that was before last night. I don’t know if Caleb still feels that way, and I can’t be with Jackson if Caleb isn’t. He’s too loyal to his best friend. Besides, I’d never ask him to pick me over Caleb. That would be so selfish. And I don’t think he’d go for it anyway.”

“You just need to talk to them,” Sascha said like that was the simplest thing in the world.

“Ugh.”

A few minutes later, Hanna walked in, joining us at the table. She looked completely dazed. She must have come right from the Underground because her hair was thoroughly mussed, her clothes were rumpled, and her eye makeup was smeared.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Sascha joked.

Hanna laughed. “I feel like I’ve been dragged,” she admitted. She turned to me and said, “I have to thank you for introducing me to that last night. I have seen the light.”