Fugitive Millionaire Revenge (Fabian Cooper Book Two) (7 page)

Now he has another use for the liquor. Fabian is glad he checked out the bottle before buying it to ensure there is no worm inside. He knows that worms are added mainly as a marketing gimmick. This wormless brand satisfies his taste for fine alcohol. This is real Mexican 102 proof tequila, not that diluted stuff sold in many U.S. stores.

I’m dying to taste this. Sucks that I can’t right now.

Fabian places the bottle on the counter and uses his strength to twist the cap off. The liquor has a mild agave fragrance that he finds enticing. He opens an overhead cabinet and grabs a large red plastic cup, one of many they brought along. Fabian pours until the cup is two-thirds full.

“That should be enough.”

He puts the cap back on and heads over to where Sloane is napping on the couch. He contemplates for a moment the best way to approach her. He sits the cup down and shakes Sloane until she stirs awake.

“Fabian. I’m napping. Leave me alone.” Sloan says groggily.

“No can do.”

Fabian grabs Sloane so fast she doesn’t have time to realize what’s happening. His left arm has her head in a vice grip. He grabs the cup with his free hand and forcefully presses it to Sloane’s lips.

“What are you doing?” Sloane manages to say, her face turning red.

Fabian responds by pouring tequila down her throat.

Sloane coughs and gags as the pure liquor runs straight down her gut.

Claire rushes over to his side. She’s obviously disturbed by his actions. “Fabian, what are you doing?”

“Buying us some peace of mind.”

Fabian forces more tequila down Sloane’s throat, causing her to take large gulps in quick succession. He has her head at a downward angle, making his task that much easier.

“Why like this? You don’t have to use force,” Claire insists. “She would have drank it on her own.”

“I appreciate your input, Claire, but I’m doing this my way.”

Sloane coughs and sputters, her breath stinking of alcohol. “Stop it, Fabian. You’re hurting me.”

“Shut up and drink!”

The cup is now half empty and he needs her to drink it all. He forces more down her.

This bitch is not going to get us caught. Not if I can help it.

A rush of anger washes over him, dulling his senses and turning him into a primitive version of himself.

Claire places a firm hand on his shoulder. “Baby. You’re losing it. Stop. Please stop,” she implores.

Claire’s desperate pleas penetrate his brain, bringing him back to the world of acceptable behavior. He releases Sloane and watches her slump down between the couch and table.

Claire lifts up Sloane’s upper body using a lot of physical effort and gets her halfway back onto the couch. “Don’t just stand there staring, help me get her feet up!”

Fabian numbly helps Claire lay Sloane’s legs out. It is clear to both of them that Sloane is very intoxicated. She’s babbling nonsense and slurring her words badly.

Claire glares at Fabian. “Why the hell did you do that? Answer me!”

“Look, I don’t need you judging me right now, okay? I did what needed to be done.”

“Getting her drunk as a skunk? For what?”

“She won’t be causing us any trouble when we get to the border.”

“If you wanted to get her drunk all you had to do was serve her the damn alcohol. She had asked me for some and I told her we didn’t have any.”

“I was saving the tequila for us to drink together. This idea just suddenly popped into my head that I needed to get her drunk.”

“Well, she’s drunk. Happy?”

“Yeah. Why are you so angry?”

“I’ve never seen you like this before. You turned into an animal. It was ugly, Fabian.”

“Okay, so I acted too rash. I’m sorry. I just wanna protect us, that’s all.”

Sloane tries to get up off the couch. “Where’s the damn remote? I wanna wash sharmagulah…” She is too dizzy to sit up and flops back down.

Fabian grabs the remote off of the table and turns on the TV. He mutes the sound.

“There. You can watch TV while sleeping it off.”

“Thankya, Fabeeen. Too bad wee hater each other’s guts! We’d make greeaaat TV buddies.” Sloane has a good belly laugh over her comment.

Fabian goes back to his seat and puts a light rock CD into the player. He really needs to unwind. He knows Claire is right about him turning into an animal. That’s a side of him that rarely raises its ugly head. He has to be really enraged to go to that place. Sloane is triggering dark feelings inside of him, which makes him uneasy.

Almost two hours later…

After driving at a maddeningly slow speed in bumper-to-bumper traffic, stopping and starting the whole way, passing several industrious Mexican kids attempting to get them interested in buying Chiclets, candy and assorted snacks, they have finally reached the official border crossing.

He feels a hard knot rise up in his stomach.

Act normal.

“Hello.”

“How many in the vehicle?” the male border worker asks.

“Three.”

“Passports, please.”

“Sure thing.” Fabian hands him all three passports. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and upper lip.

A border agent leans inside Claire’s open window.

“How many inside?”

“There’s three of us,” Claire says with a smile.

“Open the door.” The agent is pointing towards the back of the RV.

Nerves rattle inside of Fabian. This is the moment of truth.

Claire hurries to the back and unlocks the RV door.

The agent steps inside and notices Sloane sprawled out on the couch, passed out. The bottle of tequila sitting on the coffee table is clearly visible. They had removed all signs of duct tape from Sloane as a precaution. Fabian is glad they did.

“Our friend had a little too much fun in Mexico,” Claire says nervously with a smile plastered on her face. “She’s American like us.”

The agent maintains his stern demeanor as he scans the interior. “Got anything to declare?”

“Just that tequila.”

The agent abruptly exits and slams the door shut.

“Whew,” Claire says quietly.

The border worker hands Fabian back the passports without incident. “Okay, you can go.”

“Thanks. Have a great day.” Fabian is silently doing the happy dance in his head.

Claire comes back to her seat and they both share a moment of relief.

“That was easy, huh?” Fabian says with ironic amusement.

“I never want to go through this again, you hear me, Fabian Cooper?”

“I hear you sweetheart. Can’t wait till we get to Vegas.”

*****

“We’re really in Las Vegas!” Claire says excitedly as she takes in the local flavor happening outside her passenger seat window. She can see why this is considered such a fabulous playground for adult entertainment. Everywhere she looks there are bold, colorful neon signs, buildings of every shape and size, stretch limos, snazzy cars, advertisements for live shows and, of course, the casinos.

“Fabian, can’t we stop and go into a casino? Just for a little while?”

“Come on, babe. You promised me you wouldn’t ask. You know we can’t.”

“I know I promised, but that was before we got here. It’s so exciting.”

“Right now I’m looking for a good spot to park for the night. I’m tired and I need some sleep.”

“Aw, I know. Still, can’t we just go to a casino for half an hour and leave?”

Fabian laughs. “Honey, no one goes to a casino for half an hour. Those places are great at trapping you inside, making sure you spend lots of money before releasing you onto the streets. Meanwhile, you’re so happy to be among all the excitement that you don’t care that they made you poor.”

“I’m not trying to be a pest about it. I told you I’ve never been to a casino.”

“I know. They have them in Atlantic City, you know?”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Sure it is.”

“I wanna know what it’s like to be in a real Las Vegas casino.”

“Look. I promise we’ll come back here again and we’ll go to all the best shows and casinos, okay?”

“No. Why don’t we live dangerously while we’re here?”

“Me being a fugitive isn’t dangerous enough for you?”

Claire playfully slaps Fabian on the arm. “You know what I mean. Come on. We’re only going to be here for one night. Let’s do something fun.”

“What about sleeping beauty back there?”

Claire looks back at Sloane, who is sleeping soundly on the couch. Her hands, wrists and feet are securely taped. There’s no way she’s going to be any trouble for them. Claire is sure of it.

“Find a good parking spot and we’ll lock her in here. No problemo.”

“Okay, you talked me into it. Geez. I can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours.”

“Yay!”

“Shhh. You’ll wake her.”

“Sorry.”

“Yay,” Claire whispers.

One hour later…

Claire sits in front of a slot machine inside of a small casino off the main strip. This is a compromise place that she’s perfectly happy with. It’s older and not as flashy as the more modern casinos, but it’s still in Vegas. Fabian is at the machine next to her. He’s not really that into this game like she is. He’s content to sip his drink and watch her put a stream of coins into her machine. So far, she hasn’t gotten lucky. But, she feels in her gut this machine has got her name on it.

“Come on, baby. Give me a winner.” Claire presses a button and waits for the images to line up. “Come on. Please, win. Please, please, please.”

She sees the jackpot words line up in a perfect row. Claire feels a rush of excitement pumping through her body. “Aaaiiieee! I won! Fabian, did you see that? I won.”

Fabian pats her on the arm. “That’s great, baby. How much did you win?”

“One thousand dollars. Woowee!”

This is the first time she’s ever won anything of significant value. It feels fantastic. She never thought she’d be this excited over winning a thousand bucks. If Fabian wasn’t here she’d probably sit at this machine for hours trying to recapture this good feeling.

“Cool,” Fabian says, standing up. “Okay, let’s get your pay off so we can go check out the rest of the place.”

A while later the two are sitting in the half-empty casino lounge listening to a male comedian struggle through a performance. The audience is lukewarm at best.

“He’s not very good, is he?” Claire says.

“Not really. That’s probably why he’s here and not at a bigger venue.”

“Let’s go back to the camper. I’ve seen enough.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Thanks for bringing me here. I had a good time.”

“When we come back we’ll do this town right. We’ll spend lots of time on the main strip.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Let’s go.”

Claire holds tightly onto her man as they walk out of the lounge. She loves that he did his best to make her happy. She’s confident he’ll keep his promise about coming back to Vegas once his legal troubles are over.

“Hey Claire. Wanna do something really naughty?” Fabian has a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Come on.”

Fabian grabs Claire’s hand and leads her down a couple of hallways.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see in a second.”

Fabian stops in front of a staff bathroom. “Here we are.”

“Where?”

“A place where magic happens.”

Claire looks around, but is confused because all she sees is a hallway that ends where they are. “Where’s the magic?”

Fabian gestures to the bathroom. “Right here.”

“It’s a bathroom.”

“I know.” Fabian opens the door and pulls Claire inside.

Claire notices that this bathroom is larger than the ones for guests. Where she and Fabian are standing there’s a brown couch against one wall opposite the sinks and mirrors. A few magazines are scattered on top of a small wooden side table next to the couch. Another door leads to a couple of large stalls.

“Why are we in here? It’s nothing special,” Claire says.

Fabian pulls her up close to him. “Oh, you’ll change your mind,” he says lustily as he tugs down her pants, exposing her underwear.

“Here? You wanna do it here?”

“Yeah. You’ve never had sex in a public bathroom before?”

“No. This is the last place I’d think of doing it in.”

The bathroom smells of hand soap and disinfectant.

Is he serious?

Fabian removes his shoes, unzips the crotch of his jeans and steps out of them. He pulls down his black briefs. Claire sees that his love rocket is ready for action. She, however, isn’t sure about this.

“Somebody could come in and catch us.”

“That’s what makes it so naughty.” Fabian grabs her up in his arms and kisses her long and hard. He leads her over to the plain brown couch and feels her up. ‘Mmm. You feel so good, Claire. Take off your panties.” His eyes are filled with urgent sexual desire.

Despite her reservations about being discovered by a casino staff person, she pulls and wiggles until her bikini panties are way down her thighs. Still, she’s not going to get fully undressed, just in case.

Fabian lies down on the couch and pulls Claire on top of him. Claire enjoys being in this position. She wastes no time in grabbing a hold of his impressive manhood, rubbing it back and forth against her vajayjay with enough friction to get them both super horny.

Fabian has his eyes closed, enjoying her doing whatever she wants to him. His manhood is turning into a hard, hot rocket that is eager to zoom in on her erogenous zone.

Claire feels a rush of excitement. She’s filled with a sense of urgency to move things along before they get caught. She’s also extremely turned on by the idea of having hot sex with her boyfriend in a public place, a dirty deed most people would frown on.

Claire closes her eyes and plunges his strong hot rocket inside of her heated warm walls. She greedily engulfs him inside of her. “Umm…yeah…that’s nice.”

Fabian helps her pump his gung ho rod in and out of her, shoving himself between her voraciously eager thighs. Feeling the pressure of discovery they get right into lustfully impatient sex. Their breaths growing more and more rapid with each lustful thrust.