Late December, Four Months Ago; Las Vegas

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” could possibly be the most recognized slogan for any vacation destination in the world. While I came here for Derek and Kenna’s wedding, I was hoping for a little more excitement on a personal level. So far, two of my best friends getting married has been the highlight of the long weekend - although, I did attend a burlesque show with the guys. None of the scantily clad women performing on the stage caught my eye. These days my head is a confused mess and my dick only wants one woman; unfortunately, the attraction only goes one way. I’m completely hung up on Elle Johnson and she couldn’t care less. We used to be close friends and spent a lot of time together. Now, we barely tolerate each other, never mind seek the other out. Gone are the days when we would binge watch shows on Netflix and stuff our faces full of whatever junk food we could find. Long, meaningful conversations used to be our forte, but lately the only words we share are laced with sarcasm or insults. Now, the times we’re together are driven by social commitments and filled with awkward moments; like this weekend getaway has been.

The sound of Elle’s distinct giggle makes its way to me. My gaze glides down the bar and finds her draped all over the same guy she’s been talking to since we arrived two hours ago.

Sliding off my stool, I slump against the wooden edge and study her.

She leans into him, her graceful hand on his chest. The tips of her tits are almost touching him. I clench my teeth, knock back the rest of my beer and slam it down on the bar. Flagging down the bartender, I point to my bottle, signaling I want a refill. By the time my eyes trek back in Elle’s direction, she’s walking away and the guy’s focus is locked on her heart shaped ass. I can’t really blame him. I’ve fantasized about her ass a time or two myself.

I’ve been friends with Elle, for five years now and I can already see what’s going to happen. I’ve known her long enough to realize, she’s going to want to bring this schmuck back to her room, tonight. The thought of her with him or anyone else guts me.

Fuck no. Not if I have anything to say about it. Following in the direction she headed, I reach the hallway with the men’s and women’s bathrooms. Relaxing back against the wall, I wait. She’ll come out sooner or later. I pass the time by checking my emails on my phone.

I’m an artist and I’ve been commissioned to do some paintings for City Hall in Boston. It’s a huge opportunity for me. I received an email from the woman in charge of decorating a new wing of the building. When we met in person, she seemed interested in more than my paintings, but I would never mix business with pleasure. Elle would probably say it’s because I’m boring and too nice. She thinks I’m a fucking boy scout.

I slip my phone into my pocket as she exits the bathroom.

She scowls when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for you. You’re not going to invite that guy back to your hotel room, are you?” I stand tall and wait for her answer.

Her eyes flash their anger at me. “How is this any of your business?” She moves toward me stopping when we stand toe to toe. “What do you care?” She pokes me in the chest with her long, red nail.

It pisses me off because I do care - too damn much.

“Just because you’re happy living a boring, sexless existence, doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” She pokes me again. “Maybe, I like a little spice in my life. Maybe, I want some big, handsome guy to tie me up and fuck me hard.” She flips her hair and scrunches her nose at me like I’m something distasteful. “Not that you’d even know how to fuck someone hard. You probably only make love.” She rolls her eyes and turns her back to me.

Fuck no. I’m not letting her off that easy.

I grip her wrist, spin her around and pull until she crashes into my chest. The softness of her large tits press against me as I slam my lips down on hers without warning. Jesus. Her hot mouth tastes sweeter and more enticing than I ever imagined. Her lips are soft and full under mine. The sexy little moans of hers have me hard as a fucking steel. I grip her curvy hips and rock her pelvis into mine, then shove my leg between hers. She grinds on my thigh and I bite her bottom lip, tugging on it with my teeth. She whimpers into my mouth and it turns me on even more. My hands slide up her back; my fingers twist in her silky brown hair. I forcefully tug her head back as our tongues rub against each other. She needs to know I’m not some pushover. I like to fucking lead.

Pulling my mouth from hers, we both struggle to catch our breath as I release my grip on her long tresses. Her hand slips up between us to cover her lips, stunned by the kiss we just shared.

Fuck. That never should’ve happened. I wish it hadn’t because now I’m going to wonder what her warm, soft tongue would feel like on my cock.

“If you didn’t act like such a cold-hearted bitch, you’d know what it was like to make love. I'd take you back to my room and I'd show you.” I lean forward and grip her upper arms. “That’s what you do when you care about someone. But, you’re just a body I’d dip my wick in, because men don’t fall for women like you, Elle. You won’t let them, and I wouldn’t even bother trying. Instead, I'd fuck you like I hate you; over and over until you’d beg me to stop.” I let my hands fall away and take a step back. “That's what girls like you want, isn't it, Elle?"

I stare into her eyes and feel guilty for the stricken look I put there. I did what I had to do; I convince myself. Elle is her own worst enemy. She’s a man eater and I don’t plan on being her latest victim.