Lover's Roulette (2 page)

My eyes closed as I gasped, unable to handle how good it felt. I already felt my body bend to him
, preparing to explode again.

“Look at me,” he said through his heavy breathing.

I immediately opened my eyes.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

His words made my heart soften and skip a beat at the same time. My body lost all function and control, and I came for him, gripping his back and his neck as the sensation rocked through me and made my clitoris light on fire. I used my grip to rock into him harder, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible. Sean thrust into me hard and fast, giving me exactly what I wanted.

When it was over, I pulled my nails fr
om his skin and let my head roll back.

Sean pressed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. The heated stare was intense and strong, full of possession as well as love. I loved it when he treated me this way, taking me without permission. I was his and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to.

When he wrapped his hand around my neck I knew he was ready to come inside me. He didn’t tighten his grip, just let his fingers rest there. With a final thrust, he pounded into me, moaning as he released. I loved watching him come. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I liked knowing I was the woman who got him off, that he loved, that he was so obsessed with that he changed into a completely different person.

He finished then remained on top of me, not pulling out. He pulled me closer to him, holding me to his chest. Without words, he relayed how much he loved and adored me, that he couldn’t be apart from me.

“I can’t wait until I marry you either.”

He locked his gaze onto mine. “I’m the luckiest bastard in the whole world.”

“No, I am.”

His eyes softened. “That’s the biggest falsehood I’ve ever heard. I don’t deserve you.”

“I’ll never leave you. You’re too good in bed.”

He chuckled. “So that’s how
I keep you around.”

“I’ve never been with someone who made me come without touching me. I hardly came when guys were fucking me.”

He smiled. “I know your body better than you do, that’s why. And guys are dogs. They don’t care about getting the girl off. They just want to come.”

“It seems like you care more about satisfying me.”

“Well, if that’s the only thing keeping you around, I better stay on top of my game.”

I licked the sweat from his chest then looked up at him again. “Good. Then there won’t be any problems. Keep up the good work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I chuckled then ran my fingers through his hair. “I like this power.”

“I’m a slave for you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“In exchange for what?”

“You. Just you. Let me take care of you, love you, sleep with you, look at you. Just let me have you. That’s all I want.”

“So you please me as much as I want, and all I have to do is love you?”

“You don’t even have to love me. Just be with me.”

“You sound desperate.”

“I am desperate.”

“That sounds like a good deal.”

“For me. I don’t see what you get out of it.”

“Babe, I get everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

He shook his head. “I’m not good enough to be your dream.”

“You’re right. You’re my fantasy. You’re too good to be true.”

He stared at me, saying nothing. The emotion in his eyes told me enough. I was everything he ever dreamed of. He just couldn’t believe I felt the same way.

2

“Where the fuck are you?” Ryan barked over the phone.

“We’re leaving now. Calm down.”

“You should have been here half an hour ago.”

“Well, I lost track of time.”

“Doing what?”

I felt my cheeks blush.

“Nevermind,” he said quickly. “Just get your ass over here.” He hung up.

Sean looked at his watch. “Dang, we’re late.”

“You were the one who wanted to make love for an hour.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Definitely not,” I said quickly.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a grin. He grabbed our bags then opened the door. I grabbed a small suitcase that had wheels, allowing it to be rolled. Sean acted like I just stole his favorite baseball jersey. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What?”

“Put that down.”

I rolled my eyes. “It has wheels, Sean. It’s not heavy.”

He stepped up to me, looking down at me. “Put. It. Down.”

“You’re so annoying.”

He grabbed my face and kissed me hard, pushing me against the wall. “You want to make love for another hour?”

“If this is your idea of punishment, you’re really bad at discipline.”

He locked his gaze onto mine. “Let me make myself clear. My wife doesn’t carry anything—ever.”

“But I’m not your wife.”

“You’re as good as.” He grabbed the bags again then stared at me, daring me to touch anything.

I rolled my eyes again. “You’re acting like I’m pregnant or something.”

“It’ll be much worse when you’re pregnant.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have kids, then.”

He had a big smirk on his face. “I’ll get you pregnant anyway.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“If I come inside you enough times it’ll work.”

His words made my spine shiver even though they were borderline psychotic.

He walked down to the street and grabbed a cab. He threw everything inside before he came back up to the apartment and grabbed the rest of it. I stood there and waited.

“You can lock the door,” he said.

“Wow. What an important job,” I said sarcastically. “I’m so glad I could help out so much.”

“I’m going to fuck your ass on the plane.”

“I still don’t see the bad side to this. The more sassy I am, the more I get fucked?”

“Just lock the door,” he said as he walked down the wall.

I smiled as I turned the key, knowing I was winning the argument. I came beside him then reached the street. He opened the door for me and let me inside before he stuffed the suitcases in the trunk. He came beside me and told the driver the address to the airport.

I adjusted my scarf and placed my hands in my lap.

“I like what you’re wearing,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

I was wearing black boot
s that didn’t have a heel, skinny jeans, a brown cardigan, and a green scarf. I curled my hair and styled it, making it bigger than usual. Sean always complimented my appearance and told me when I looked nice. Every time I got a haircut, he noticed. “Thanks.”

He placed his hand on my thigh. “But the pants are going to be difficult to get out of on the plane.”

I rolled my eyes. “We aren’t having sex on the plane.”

“You’ve said that twice now. And both times, I fucked you like an animal.”

“I mean it.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“Who are you kidding, babe?”

I knew he was right but I kept up the act anyway. “Just drop it. We’re going to be caught and banned from the airlines.”

“Which will make a great story later.”

“To who? We aren’t telling anyone.”

“We’ll tell our kids when they’re older.”

“Is that a joke?”

He smiled. “Come
on, Scar. Lighten up. It’s okay to be adventurous.”

“Having sex in a public
place is illegal.”

He shrugged. “Well, I’ve already been arrested once. It isn’t so bad.”

I looked out the window and ignored him. He placed his hand on my thigh then leaned into me. I could smell his cologne. Whenever we were in close proximity, my thoughts turned lustful.

“Okay. I’ll drop it.”

I looked at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. But I have a feeling you’ll want to anyway.”

“I’m not as slutty as you think.”

He laughed. “Yeah okay.”

I was a total slut and I knew it. I guess it was pointless to hide it.

The cab stopped at the airport and Sean grabbed the bags from the trunk before we walked inside. He was carrying everything and I felt ridiculous walking next to him, not holding a single bag. It looked like I was a duchess and he was
a servant. I probably looked like a huge bitch.

“About time,” Ryan said as we reached them. “You’re lucky the flight was delayed.”

Sean set down the bags. “Sorry about that.”

Janice
smiled at us. “Doing the nasty-nasty?”

I felt my cheeks redden. “We just lost track of time.”

Janice smiled. “Sean has good endurance.”

Ryan looked at her. “What?”

She looked uncomfortable. “I just meant because they were taking so long.”

Ryan stared at her for a moment before he looked away, assuaged by her words. “I have endurance too, baby. I just knew we were in a hurry this morning.”

“I wasn’t comparing,” she said as she patted his shoulder.

Cortland came over with Monnique on his arm. “Are you ready for t
he weirdest bachelor party ever?” he asked Sean.

He nodded. “I think it’ll be fun.”

Monnique squeezed Cortland’s arm. “I promised I’d give him a private show.”

Cortland smiled. “I look forward to it.”

“I feel like we’re on a couples retreat,” Ryan said.

“You know you wanted me to come,” Janice said.

I realized someone was missing. “Where’s Mike?”

Cortland looked around. “He’s around here somewhere.”

“Here,” he said as he walked up. “I was scouting the passengers for some honeys. You know, since this is going to be the lamest bachelor party of all time.”

“It won’t be lame!” Janice said. “It’s going to be fun.”

Mike looked at Sean. “I miss my brother.”

“The horndog?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Nothing’s changed. I’m still a perv, but I only get my kicks from Scarlet.”

“Maybe we should share.”

Sean glared at him.

Mike raised his hands. “Can’t take a joke either. I got it.”

“Should we check in?” Scarlet asked.

“Yeah,” Sean said as he grabbed the bags.

“You need a hand?” Cortland asked.

“That would be appreciated.”

I glared at Sean. “So you let him help, but I can’t touch anything?”

“Just stand here and look pretty,” Sean said with a smile.

“You’re so annoying,” I said with a sigh.

“Remember what I said about the plane,” he threatened.

I rolled my eyes.

Cortland patted my shoulder. “Just let it go. You’ll lose every time.” He grabbed the bags and helped Sean check in.

Monnique looked at me. “If you think Sean is bad, Cortland is a million times worse.”

Janice glanced at Ryan. “Your brother is the king of chivalry. When we go grocery shopping, he doesn’t let me carry anything from the cab to our apartment. Instead, he makes two trips.”

“Wow. I’m such an asshole,” Ryan said
sarcastically. “Why do you stick around?”

“You know why,” she whispered.

Ryan smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

“So, there’s a Chippendale’s on the strip,” Monnique said. “We could go there with just the girls for the night.”

“To be honest, I don’t really want to see any male strippers,” I said. “I’m just not into that. Their thongs and hairy chests just don’t put me in the mood.”

“They aren’t supposed to put you in the mood. You’re supposed to make an idiot of yourself. That’s the whole point.” Monnique said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why don’t we lay by the pool, get a tan, drown ourselves in alcohol, and go to a club. That sounds like a lot more fun,” I said.

“Let’s do it,” Janice said.

Ryan crossed his arms over his chest. “How about you skip the club scene?”

“But we want to dance,” Monnique said.

“Dance in the hotel room,” he answered.

Mike rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you act like you’re already married. Your sick co-dependent relationships are making my head hurt.”

Ryan glared at him. “I just want my girl to be safe—especially around alcohol.”

Janice’s face turned beet read, and Monnique’s dark skin turned a darker shade.

I remembered when Janice and Monnique went out and got totally drunk while Sean and I were fighting. According to Ryan, they made huge idiots of themselves.

“Monnique and I learned our lesson,” Janice said.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” he said.

Come on, Ryan. We’ll be together. Just get over it,” I said.

Janice nodded. “We’re going anyway.”

Mike smiled
. “Now you’re my kind of women.”

“And you think Sean is going to be fine with that?” my brother asked.

“I don’t care if he’s fine with it.”

“And Cortland can deal with it too,” Monnique added.

Ryan sighed. “You guys are a million times worse when you’re together.”

Janice looked at me. “We’ll have to remember that next time we want something.”

Ryan didn’t look pleased.

“The ladies are right,” Mike said. “They aren’t children and you can’t protect them forever. You may as well just loosen up.”

“Tell me that when you fall in love for the first time.”

Janice’s eyes softened at his words.

“Snap out of it!” I said quickly. I have Janice the eye. “He’s trying to trick you.”

“You’re right,” Janice said. “I’m not falling for that.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, totally annoyed with us. “You’re guys are such a pain in the ass.”

Cortland and Sean
came back. I was happy to see that they seemed to be normal. There was no punching or name calling. Sean seemed a little awkward but I appreciated his effort. It meant the world to me.

“Let’s get on board,” Cortland said. He held a newspaper, a book, and a bag of snacks for the plane ride.

Monnique touched him on the arm. “Honeybunny, they have food and magazines on the plane.”

“I know. But they don’t usually have the most recent magazines so I got you a few of those. I know you get bored easily.”

“
Honeybunny
?” Mike asked incredulously. “Are you being serious right now?”

Cortland shrugged. “She can call me whatever she wants.”

Monnique smiled victoriously.

“And what do you call her? Snuggle bunny?”
Mike asked.

Cortland smiled.
“Big booty ho.”

Mike’s eyes widened in shock. After he recovered, he raised his hand and gave Cortland a high-five. “Word.”

Cortland laughed. “And the nickname fits her perfectly.”

Sean grabbed my hand. “Babe, let’s go.”

“Okay.” I let him guide me toward the check-in counter then through the metal detectors. After we handed our tickets to the flight attendant, we boarded the plane and took our seats. Sean and I had a seat by the window while Cortland and Monnique sat in the aisle next to us. Mike sat in front of us and Ryan and Janice were in the aisle before us.

Sean placed his hand on my thigh. “I wish you were wearing a dress.”

“Without any underwear?”

“That would be even better.”

“Well, it’s cold in Seattle. In case you didn’t notice.”

“But it’ll be hot in Vegas.”

“What’s your point?”

“You bring some dresses?”

“Of course.”

“Are they slutty?”

“Some of them.”

“Excellent. Did you bring slutty lingerie?”

“Why would I?”

“You owe me a lap dance. That’s why.”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“If not, I’ll just by some there.”

“If I can hear you, then so can the rest of the plane,” Ryan said without turning around.

I glared at the back of my brother’s head.

Ryan still didn’t turn around. “I saw that.”