Chapter 16
Beth
I wasn’t prepared for the dry warmth to hit my face as suddenly as it did when I stepped off the plane in Las Vegas in the early evening hours. Jacob was right behind me, patiently waiting for me to acclimate myself to the weather with a chuckle. I was hoping that weather in Las Vegas in October would be more like San Francisco weather, but apparently, the desert didn’t get the memo of it being late fall and if we’re being honest, I’ve never been to Vegas this time of year. When I arrived at Jacob’s penthouse wearing jeans and a chunky sweater, he laughed at me and told me to turn around and change my clothes. Ignoring him, we boarded the plane a few hours ago with Jacob smirking and shaking his head at my stubbornness. Now I’m regretting being stubborn. I should have just listened to him.
I feel the sweat forming between my boobs as we walk to the airport entrance doors. I can almost taste the anticipation of the air conditioning inside and I’m stupid excited about it. I run my fingers through my hair, and pull my hair into a ponytail as Jacob’s hand is on my lower back is guiding me.
“We’re going to take a cab to the hotel.” Jacob explains.
“You surprise me sometimes.” I smile and say to myself.
“Pardon?”
I shake my head and smile.
The further Jacob and I get into our relationship, the more I realize that I didn’t really know who he was all these years. That I misjudged him for the mask he puts on for the public. The Jacob that I thought I knew before we started this relationship was not at all the man I’ve come to know. He isn’t as much of a complete dick as his demeanor portrays; he’s just a simple man who likes simple things. He’s a Maddox, and it’s stereotypical to think that all the members of their family are big spenders on the frivolous things in life and complete dicks. While Tyson may have his huge house in Atherton and Jacob has a penthouse in the city, they’re both fairly down to earth once you get to know them. Jacob has the reputation of being a womanizer, which I’ve seen first-hand, but now that we are an item, I cannot bring myself to think that of him.
He’s different with me. He’s soft, tender and giving.
Oh, he is giving alright!
Somewhere between the start of our relationship and now I’ve fallen hard for him.
It could be construed as too early to confess that bit of information to him, especially with all that he has going on. I’m not a hundred percent sure that he is there either, but then again, I’m not sure where his head is most days. He’s been present with me, but sometimes I see that he gets lost in his head. I can only imagine how stressful even being here in Las Vegas could be for him right now. Once his playground, it has turned into his hell.
I almost expected that Jacob would have a town car waiting for us to take us to the hotel, so taking a cab wasn’t something I was expecting. But if I’ve learned anything from the Maddox family, it’s that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Unless it’s their mother; she’s pretty much the epitome of what you would expect.
I try to hide my discomfort with my sweater, but the thing is too warm and I feel like I’m suffocating. Jacob has his hand on my lower back as he raises his hand for a cab. The cab comes up to us quickly as if it was waiting for the signal. After telling the cab driver where we were going, we settled in for our ride. With Jacob’s hand on my upper thigh, I became so zoned in on the scenery that we were passing, that I wasn’t aware we had arrived until Jacob was tugging at my sleeve.
After checking into the room, we headed to the elevators to go up to our floor. We stand in front of double doors at the end of the hallway and walk into the room. I walk past a table and a bathroom door and then into a grand room with a bar, a full dining table, and a huge flat screen television across from a sectional sofa. The room overlooks the famous Bellagio fountains, which are known for putting on nightly water shows to music for the public. Around the bar was the bedroom with a hidden station for a television just in front of the king-sized bed.
“I hadn’t planned anything for tonight. I figure that we could have dinner at one of the restaurants here at the hotel, or we can go offsite. Whatever you want.”
“How about room service. We have a freaking dining room table here!” I spin around and point out the giant table, in case he didn’t see it there.
“That works for me. You get settled in, take off that ridiculous sweater and I’ll go in search of the menu.” He laughs.
I take my bag into the bedroom and begin to disrobe. I felt as if I was being watched and as I look in the mirror, I see that Jacob was standing in the doorway. He removes his jacket slowly and holds it in his left hand. His eyes are on my movements, so I move ultra-sexy and slow, removing my sweater, and then unzipping the zipper on the side of my jeans and shimmying out of them. I keep my gaze trained on the mirror and catch Jacob’s eyes as he inhales deeply. He smiles and bites his lower lip as I bend over and remove my panties as seductively as I can. I bend all the way down to the ground, my legs straight, and I slowly come back up to standing giving him a full view of me, baring my all. Jacob unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans and palms himself inside his pants. From the looks of it, he was moving his hand just a small amount, rubbing himself.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he says, as he pulls his hand out, removes his shirt, and pulls his jeans down before he steps out of them while walking my way. He stands in front of me and runs his hands down my shoulders to my chest, cupping each breast as if they’re precious and would break if handled roughly.
He pulls my body flush against his as his hands trails down my body just as my hands reach around to his ass, he grabs each globe with force. I moan out of instinct with the contact and throw my head back. His mouth lands on the slope of my neck, and he brushes the span with a mixture of open mouthed kisses and little nips. My fingers are gripping him and I’m sure my nails have scratched him as what he’s doing with his mouth feels really, really good.
He slides down my body to his knees while his hands remain clutching my ass and his mouth is just in front of my sweet spot. I’m so turned on and wet that even I can smell my arousal. Only slightly embarrassed by it, I bite the corner of my mouth as my hands find their way into Jacob’s hair. He leans forward and I feel his nose my center as he breathes me in, his tongue darting out to lick the length of my slit.
“Have I ever told you how amazing you smell? It’s a mixture of lemons and Sweetarts, sometimes strawberries.”
“That’s an odd smell for my lady parts.” I laugh.
“It’s perfect. Makes me want my mouth permanently attached to you.”
“I think eventually you would need some air.” I say, as his hand moves from my ass around my thigh slowly and then to my pussy. One of his fingers runs the length of my seam, teasing me. I suck in a breath as he dips one of his fingertips into me and pulls back. When he goes back in, he inserts a full finger and then withdraws while watching my reactions.
“We need to get some dinner.” Jacob says, pulling all the way back and standing. He leaves me teetering on my feet and hung out to dry as he grabs his discarded clothing on the floor and approaches the doorway.
“What the—!” I sputter.
“Babe, we have plenty of time for that. While I wasn’t lying and I could feast on you all night, I think we both should have a meal so we have all the energy to go round for round tonight.” He winks as he steps into his pants again with an evil grin on his face. Why did he undress just to tease me?
“Round for round?” I question as he adjusts himself and retreats from the room.
“Remember…Stamina!” He yells from the other room.
Tease.
Jacob
I shouldn’t have teased either of us with that display in the bedroom. My clothes should have stayed on and I should have just watched her from the doorway. When I got up and walked out of the room, I was so uncomfortable because my dick was rock hard. I was trying to not make our relationship based off of sex. Granted, sex with Beth is off the charts and I wasn’t lying to her about how she smells. She tastes just as amazing, but I am a man and to be perfectly honest, I needed food, I still need sex, but food will help the both of us have more sex, because we’ll need a lot of it. I need to make sure that we both are well fed with all that I want to do with her. I don’t want the reason that we are here to tarnish her thoughts of being here with me.
I found the room service menu and laugh to myself as my dick’s pressure won’t go down. I try to think of something repulsive, but I could smell Beth’s scent on my fingers and it took over my primal thoughts as I lick my lips. It took a while for Beth to come out of the bedroom and when she did, we lock eyes. With a smirk, she shakes her head as she comes to stand beside me in front of the dining room table.
“We’ll basically be living together for however long we’re here, so we have plenty of time to get down and dirty.” I say to her as I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer. My voice was tense, but I tried to stay focused.
“Tease,” she pouts, looking down at me then pushing me away playfully.
I hand her the room service menu and pull her back closer to me so that she’s standing between the space of my legs as she peruses the menu.
“How hungry are you?” she asks with her eyes still on the menu and her finger ticking along the edge.
“Starved.” I say, my voice gravelly, giving her the answer but with two meanings.
“I’m talking about food, not the brown chicken brown cow.” She smiles looking down at me over the top of the menu.
“So am I.” I wink. Although truth be told, I’m just as horny as I am hungry, if not more.
We order enough to feed a football team, so the dining room table is covered in delectable treats both sweet and savory. From appetizers to entrees to desserts, we’ve got it all. At the end of the night, we’ve stuffed ourselves like we were two stoners with endless stomachs. Both of us have propped our feet up on the edge of the table, and I am quite impressed with the amount of food she can eat. One of the things that I love about Beth is that there are no apologies with her; what you see is what you get. She’s not a picky salad eater and she’s quite expressive as she eats. Case in point, I turn to look at her and she’s spooning crème brûlée into her mouth. As she closes her lips around the spoon, she tips her head back with her eyes closed and hums a satisfied note with a smile. She continues this pattern with the entire dish until there are no more remnants left, not giving a shit that I was openly gawking at her with my dick hardening while watching her.
Even though my stomach is full, my dick cannot deny that a gorgeous chick is within its vicinity. I motion for us to go enjoy the comfort of the sectional couch, and she nods and follows me just a few feet to the couch. She sits down first and I sit beside her. Not even a minute later, she scooches down, lays her head on my lap and then turns to her side. I try to calm myself, but with her head right there, I’m sure my dick is tapping her in the face saying, ‘hey you, remember me?’ I turn on the television and we get comfortable while watching some movie on one of the movie channels.
I wake up sometime in the middle of the night to find our positions haven’t changed.As I look down at my lap, I feel a butterfly in my chest. The lights from the strip and neighboring hotels have cast a glow into the room. From the lights through the window, I can see Beth’s hair is fanned across my lap, her breathing is even and, as I bend a bit to look at her face, I notice that her lips are parted and her eyes are fluttering.
I gently lift her head from my lap, and when she doesn’t budge, I walk over to the bathroom to relieve myself before coming and bringing her to bed. After I wash my hands, I dry them and place them on the counter as my head hangs between my shoulders.
I need to keep this woman in my life. This warm, tingling feeling of being in love, being with Beth, was something that I needed, something that I wanted and craved more than I could have ever anticipated. Even though I was well aware of this, the farce marriage had to get squashedas fast as possible. I slowly lift my head and my eyes met my reflection in the mirror. I ran my hands through my hair, tug at the short ends, and then let my hands fall at my sides.
I pick up Beth from the couch and place her into the bed with ease and without waking her. I slide behind her and hold her close. I count her breaths and soon begin to fade into sleep as well.
***
There wasn’t anything too impressive about being in Las Vegas. By day, I was sitting in a conference room at the MGM Grand in a black leather chair surrounded by some of the most expensive divorce lawyers that my family could afford. While they weren’t specifically on our company payroll, they were a part of the same firm that my family has used for generations, so I trusted what they were telling me and would do what they instructed. So far, they are instructing me to stay far away from my cousin, to act as if I was not privy to the information that he was in Las Vegas, or has taken a part-time residence here. This wasn’t anything that I wasn’t told by McKinney already, but I still loathe to hear it.
Since all of my previous trips to Las Vegas were more focused on the Sin City elements of this town: heavy drinking, gambling, and loose women, coming here with my girlfriend to get a divorce from another woman whom I cannot even remember is eye opening. While I was in meetings for the better part of my days, Beth was telecommuting with Tyson at Mad Designs as much as she could. She was a hard-worker and devoted to Mad Designs. Even though she wasn’t at work, she wouldn’t just stop doing her job. While she did spend time – at my urging – at the spas and the pools, she spent a few hours a day working, which I thought was pretty cool of her, since she knows how crazy my brother can get without his right-hand man, err woman. During the evenings, we’ve enjoyed being together both dressed and wrapped up in each other naked. We’ve gone to see a few shows and we’ve gone out to nearby restaurants.
We’ve already been here for a week and a half and I don’t feel like I’m any closer to saying I’m no longer married than I was prior to arriving in the desert. Even though since I live in San Francisco, McKinney suggested we come back to the place where all this took place. Since he was professional, and likely wanting a mini vacation himself, I wasn’t trying to argue with him. But as the time of being in Vegas continued, I keep asking myself why we had to be here, then one of my lawyers would say something to catch my attention and I would forget what I was asking.
Something such as: ‘we’re going to trial.’