Chapter Sixteen
Paul
When I checked my back office for the week, I nearly had a stroke. A regular from Malibu had booked for Thursday night because she was going to be in town for a bachelorette party and wanted me to meet up with her.
Regular meant sex.
Any other time this would be okay, but now that I was dating Andi, this was horrible. But I couldn’t cancel because I had a long term relationship with this chick, and I at least owed it to her to show up and bring a guy with me for her to fuck. It would be a win-win for her. She would see me and she would still get laid, but she’d only pay for one of us.
I called up my buddy Nick and told him the game plan for Thursday.
“I’ll try to be home early.” I kissed Andi’s lips, savoring the feel. I didn’t want to leave her at home. I wanted to stay with her and watch movies—make her feel safe, comfortable. Ever since she’d told me about how her mom she sold her virginity, it was always in the back of my mind. I only wanted to protect her even if it was seventeen years ago. I just had that instinct now.
“You have a job to do, love bug, and I have a date on Saturday. Nothing changes.”
“We don’t need to do this job anymore, baby. I have my job with Gabe and Autumn. You can work with us, too.”
She laughed. “What do you think I can do?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Book new clients for us?”
She pushed on my chest. “Go have fun.”
I stopped walking, remembering I hadn’t told her who my date was with. I never needed to tell her before, but this one felt as though I should. I turned back to her. “Gorgeous …”
She looked at me from the TV, “Yeah?”
“I think I should tell you who my date’s with.”
Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Okay?” I walked over to her, sat on the coffee table in front of her and grabbed her hands. “You’re scaring me,” she whispered, looking into my eyes.
Reaching up, I brushed a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. “It’s not like that. She’s a client from Malibu.”
She stared at me, realization dawning across her face. “Oh,” she whispered.
“I’m not like that anymore.”
“I know.”
“I called Nick. He’s going with me and he’s gonna … take care of business.”
Her gaze darted to mine. “You called Nick?”
“I’m not going to sleep with her if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“But—”
“Just because we’re not having sex doesn’t mean I need to fuck clients. I lo … I love being with you and I want to see where this goes. I’m not going to fuck it up only to have sex. My hand is doing a good job.” I smiled at her hoping she’d laugh.
She looked up from ringing her hands that were in her lap. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex … I’m scared.”
I tilted her face, grabbing her chin lightly so she had to look me in the eyes. “I know, and we’ll take this slow. We have forever.”
“Right … Forever.” She sighed.
“Forever, gorgeous.” I kissed her one last time and then I left to meet Nick at the Bellagio where we were meeting Brina, my client at The Bank where she wanted to be picked-up at a nightclub as though she didn’t know who I was. Part of it were true; she didn’t know Nick.
We waited in line to enter the club. It sucked being a guy in Vegas. The women got special treatment while men got the short end of the stick, especially if we weren’t with a group of females.
“Don’t you have connections here?” I asked Nick.
“Yeah, but I don’t see him.”
I groaned. This wasn’t how I wanted to start off the night. I wanted to get in and get out. Nick this is Brina. You two fuck, have a nice night, peace out.
“Let me text him,” he remarked, pulling out his phone.
I checked mine. I didn’t have a set time to be inside the club. Brina knew I’d show. The plan was to surprise her, dance with her, seduce her, fuck her in the bathroom or something and then leave. I was going to do the surprise and dancing parts while Nick did the dancing, seducing and fucking parts. The plan was fool proof.
“All right, he’s coming out.”
A guy came out the doors a few minutes later and waved us over. We went to the front of the line as people groaned. The bouncer unhooked the red velvet rope and after Nick had introduced me to his buddy, we entered a hallway and into an elevator. The bass of the music thumped as the elevator rose to the nightclub.
“What does she look like again?” Nick asked as the elevator lifted floor by floor.
I shrugged. “You know, a blonde babe from Cali with big boobs.”
“My type.” He laughed.
“The trick is to find her.” I chuckled because really finding anyone in a dark nightclub in Vegas was like finding a needle in a haystack.
“Let’s get a drink first.”
The doors opened. “Fuck yeah.”
The space was packed as we entered the two-story club. People stood around the upper deck, mingling, dancing and waiting to order at the upstairs bar. We made our way as I scanned each face looking for Brina, but I didn’t see her. I hoped I didn’t see her because if I did then the situation would be awkward and would throw off the plan.
After waiting ten excruciating minutes and scanning the dark club for Brina, we finally squeezed in between two chicks to order our drinks.
“Hi,” one purred.
“Sugar.” I nodded.
“Whatcha drinkin’?” She eyed my tequila and coke.
“A charro negro.” She looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “I’ve never heard of that. Can I try it?”
Did she just ask to try my drink? “You’re asking for trouble, sugar.”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”
I caught the eye of Nick over this chick’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “Not with me.” I nudged my head for Nick to follow and we walked toward the railing where the upstairs looked down onto the dance floor. I was off my game and all thoughts were on Andi. I didn’t want to do the escort shit anymore, even if Andi and I didn’t work out. This wasn’t my scene anymore. As I scanned the bodies gyrating to the music, the lights changing colors and the disco ball reflecting from above, I spotted Brina and a few girls sitting in a booth next to the dance floor.
“See the blonde in the black dress with her hair pulled in a high ponytail?” I shouted over the music, pointing toward where Brina was sitting in the booth. “She just took a shot of whatever that is on the table.”
“Yeah, man. You sure you want to give her up to me? I mean. I’m all for hittin’ that.” He took a sip of his drink.
“I’m going to get out of the game.”
“Aw fuck. You too?” He shook his head in disapproval. “First Gabe and now you?”
I laughed. “Chicks, man.”
He chuckled. “I’m never falling in love.”
“Never say never. I didn’t think I would be in love again.”
“Enough of this love talk. Let’s do this shit so I can get laid.”
“All right. Pound your drink. We’re gonna get dirty on the dance floor.”
“Never say that to me again.” He chugged his drink.
We walked down the stairs then weaved in and out of bodies on the dance floor as we made our way to the table where Brina was. The club was packed. People were all around dancing, kissing—some maybe more. My plan was to tell Brina that I’d noticed her from across the room and ask her to dance, but as I got closer, she stood and joined her friends on the dance floor. I came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Sugar,” Nick came around to the front of us, caging her in, “this is my friend, Nick.”
Our bodies began to sway to the beat of the music, her head rested on my shoulder, her gaze locked with Nick’s. Normally my hands would be roaming her body, getting her worked up, but I needed Nick to take this one. I wasn’t into it. I caught his eye and motioned for him to do just that. His hands worked up and down her sides, our bodies still gyrating to the music and then my body went rigid.
What the fucking fuck?
It took me a second to register what, better yet who I was looking at. There she was dressed in white—a color I’d always thought I’d see her walk down the aisle in on the day we said “I do.” A sash was across her body that read “Bride to Be”. My gaze darted to hers and everything clicked into place as she stood next to the table that Brina had just left. They were here for her bachelorette party before Vanessa got married—married to someone else.
Vanessa gave me a tight smile and waved. I stood still as Brina rubbed her ass on my crotch. I didn’t know if I could smile or wave back at Vanessa. “Hey!” Nick slapped me on the back of the head. “Are you going to dance or what?”
“I gotta go.”
I started to walk away and Vanessa grabbed my wrist. “PJ, wait!”
I stared down into her dark eyes. “I gotta go.”
“You’re still mad after all this time?”
I reached up and ran my fingers along the hem of the sash. “I don’t know what I am, Ness.”
“Can we talk, please?”
I stared at her, not saying anything. When she left my house our senior year, we’d never spoken again. We’d never had closure. Now she was staring me in the eyes, wanting to talk, and for what? I’d thought about this moment so many times, wondered what I’d say, what I’d do. But now that the moment had arrived, I realized I had nothing to say. None of it mattered anymore. I just wanted to go home and be with Andi.
“PJ…”
“Nothing to talk about, Ness.” I knew what I wanted. What I needed—who I needed. And she wasn’t anywhere in this nightclub. “I gotta go. My girl’s waiting for me.” I smiled a genuine smile. “I really am happy for you, Vanessa. Congratulations.”
I turned toward Nick to give him a head nod, letting him know I was out. I was going home. Fuck the closure. She’d killed us and whatever future we may have had when she’d had the abortion. End of story. We didn’t need to talk. I’d moved on—finally. I didn’t need women, tequila or a pocket full of cash anymore.
I only needed Andi.
I was on autopilot as I pulled into the garage and killed the engine. I didn’t have a plan. My heart was pounding. My throat was tightening. My eyes were stinging, and if Andi walked out because she got the wrong idea, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
I took a deep breath, got out of the Jeep and walked into the house. Andi was laying on the couch watching TV. “Hey. You are home early.”
I didn’t say anything. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I felt as though I was hiding the situation from her, but I just couldn’t come out and tell her. I reached my hand out to her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Come with me.”
She looked down at my hand and then took it. “Are you okay?”
“Just … I need you.”
“Okay.”
She took my hand and I led her to my room and then the en-suite bathroom. I smelled of smoke, sweat, and I wanted her naked.
“Paul …” she uttered.
“Please,” I begged, turning her so her back was against the wood bathroom door. She looked up at me, her beautiful amber colored eyes staring back, questioning me. “We can go slow. No sex. I just want to feel your body against mine.”
She finally nodded and I stripped her of her shirt, followed by mine, then took her mouth. She whimpered, her back pressed against the door, my body aching to be inside her. When I lifted my head, I realized she was wearing a bra.
“Rhinestones?” I smiled.
She bit her lower lip. “Do you like it?”
“You wore this for me?”
“I thought about what you said. About how you used to sleep with clients and since this one was a regular and you—” I silenced her with my mouth. “I’m not sure about sex, though,” she mumbled against my lips.
“That’s okay, gorgeous. We’re gonna go as far as we can.” She nodded and I grabbed the elastic of shorts, looking her in her eyes. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I pulled her shorts down, revealing black lace panties that matched her black lace bra, minus the rhinestones. It was a sight that I would forever have burned in my memory. “Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful.”
She blushed and I kissed her again, this time softer, emphasizing how much I loved her and not just how much I wanted her body. I pulled back, looking into her eyes again. This was the time. This was the time for me to tell her. I had to tell her before sex—or whatever this led to.
“Andi,” I beamed, my hands on her cheeks.
“Yeah?”
“From the moment your smart mouth barged into my house, I fell in love with you. I had no idea that my new roommate would be the woman I wanted to spend every second of every day with, but she was. We both have a shitty past, but I don’t care. I want you in my future. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
A tear trickled down her cheek and I reached up, wiping it away. “I love you, too—”
I didn’t let her finish her speech. I didn’t need it. I just needed the three words. My hands wrapped behind her back, unclasping her bra, then I pulled her into the shower, turning it on as our mouths stayed locked. Freezing water shot out of the shower head, but I barely noticed as my tongue danced with hers. My body was on fire. My hands kneaded her breasts, my fingers pinched her nipples and she moaned, her head tilting back as she broke our kiss.
I adjusted the water and once I got it perfect I realized I still had my jeans and shoes on plus Andi had her panties on. Making quick work, I removed our soaked clothes, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. My dick stood at attention ready to play, my balls ached and my mouth watered—I wanted to devour her in every way possible.
My gaze flicked up to meet hers, but she was looking down at my cock. “Give me your hand.” Her head snapped to look at me. “It’s okay.”
Timidly she reached out and I took it, bringing it to my mouth and placed a kiss on her palm then ran it down my chest, the water from the shower letting it slide easily over each ripple of my abs. Her gaze never left her palm as she watched her hand go lower and lower. Just before we reached my shaft, I looked up to find Andi’s eyes already looking into mine. I could see the apprehension and nervousness she was feeling. After a brief nonverbal exchange, she lowered her gaze back down. I watched her reaction as her hand finally wrapped around the head of my dick. She sucked in a breath, bit her lip and then …
She licked her lips.
I smiled as I worked our hands back and forth over my cock. Once we started moving in one fluid motion, I removed my hand. Without my guidance, her soft hand glided effortlessly with the water and I groaned, my balls growing tight. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with my girl working me.
“Fuck, gorgeous, that feels so good, don’t stop.”
I braced myself with my arm against the tiled wall, enjoying her strokes as she worked the tension from my body. I wanted to give her pleasure in return, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I focused on what she was okay with and that was loving her with my mouth. I kissed her, using my tongue until I couldn’t hold out anymore and I came, jerking until I was spent and could barely stand.