Something Forever (3 page)

Chapter 3

Becky

After dinner, we gambled on the slot machines; mostly quarter slots. None of us were big gamblers, so we stayed away from the tables. Being that it was already past midnight, we decided to head back to our suite. We were pretty beat from work and the four hour long drive. Having a full day ahead of us tomorrow, we all agreed to call it an early night, even though I wasn’t tired. Jenna was one of the main reasons why I agreed we should go back to the hotel; she looked overly exhausted.

Scrolling through my text
s with Matthew, I couldn’t help but miss him. It had only been a little over twenty-four hours since I last saw him, but this was the first time I’d ever missed someone I was dating this much. Seeing that everybody was already asleep, I sat in the living room in front of the plasma television and flipped through the channels in the dark. When my cell phone rang, I was happily surprised.

“Matthew.”

“Becca.” I could see his sexy, naughty grin in my mind as if he were standing in front of me.

“You’re not sle
eping?” I whispered, but I didn’t know why I did. It was not like my friends could hear me, especially since the place was huge and their bedroom doors were closed.

“I couldn’t sleep. You’re not next to me.” His tone was pouty.

I laughed at his comment, but I loved that he was thinking of me. “Sorry. I miss you, too. I’ll be home very soon.”

“I know
.” I heard an intake of breath. “I already asked you this question earlier, but do you like your suite?”

“It cost too much
, Matt, but, yes. I would be crazy to say no. I need to find a way to thank you.” My tone came out flirty at the end.

“I know how you can.” His tone was sultry, luring me in. Oh shit! What was on his dirty mind? “I want you to touch you
rself.”

What? “Matthew,” I laughed softly. “You’re not here
.”

“Just pretend I am. Have you ever had phone sex before?”

I almost choked on my own saliva. I’d heard of and done many things before, but this was a first. When I didn’t answer, Matthew continued, “I can’t believe I’m going to be your first.” He sounded so proud. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His words alone were turn
ing me on. Holy shit! “You mean I’m going to make myself feel good.”

He chuckled lightly.
“However you want to see it.”

The preview
porn on the television wasn’t helping either. I thought about watching it, but Matthew or Max were going to pay the bill, and no way did I want them finding out that one of us watched one. “This isn’t going to work,” I said. However, my hand was already kneading my breast, but I pretended it was Matthew’s hand instead.

“I’m stroking my dick, Becca. I’m pretending your tongue is licking it.” Whether
or not Matthew was really doing what he said, I didn’t care. It was working for me. “Put your hand on your clit, Becca, and touch it the way I do it. Pretend it’s my finger. Imagine me sucking it hard there, baby. Can you feel me?”

Holy
fuck! “Yes,” I replied, feeling my chest rise and fall with the pleasure that was building inside of me.

“N
ow...stick your finger inside and pretend that’s my dick. I’m going to pretend I’m inside of you.”

Hearing Matthew
groaning into the phone brought me to another level of excitement. There was no way he could fake that sound; it was too genuine. Every moan he made intensified the need for him. “Can you feel me, Becca? Push in deeper.”

“It’s not the same,” I whimpered. My body was in limbo. I couldn’t
satisfy myself, and the more I tried, the build-up became unbearable.

“Want me to finish it for you, Becca? You want me inside
of you?” His tone whispered into the phone in the most delicious way. I was already losing my mind, yearning for him.

“Yes, but you’re not he
re.” I said it somewhat angrily, trying to tame the throbbing ache between my legs. I was mad at him for pushing me over the edge, to the point that my pants were halfway down, my breast exposed, and I was now watching the stupid porn. How I got to this point, I had no clue. It was as if his words were magic, controlling my actions.

“I promised before that I wouldn’t
start something I couldn’t finish. Now...open the door.”

What? I quickly
put my clothes back on and walked to the door with the phone in my ear. “Are you serious? You’re not here, are you?” I looked through the peephole. Oh my God! Before I could swing the door all the way open, Matthew reached for me. With my back against the wall, his lips conquered mine so hard you would think he hadn’t seen me in months. Yet, I didn’t mind. I missed him just as much.

“Matthew
...how...when?” I could barely get my words out. He was devouring me like crazy. His hands slipped into my PJ bottoms, feeling me everywhere he could touch. He suddenly stopped, breathing heavily against my neck.

After we both caught our breath
s, Matthew cupped my face. “I assume everyone is asleep?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“Next door.”

“Next door? You mean
you got a room right next door?” I started laughing.

“Max did, so I followed
suit.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he gave me the most adorable, boyish grin...the kind I just wanted to suck off his face.

Without a word
, because I expected him to finish what he’d started, I let him grab my hand and lead me to his suite. When we got there, Max was standing by the door with his arms crossed. He was in jeans and T-shirt, just like Matthew. They both looked young and playful in their casual outfits, but as devilishly handsome as always.

“What took you so long?” Max
asked shyly. He looked so guilty. It was funny to see these grown men act like children. “Hi, Becky. Surprise.” He flashed an innocent smile. “Matthew’s idea,” he said, then took off to Jenna.

It was funny how they blamed each other. I had to laugh at that. I didn’t really care whose idea it was; I was just ecstatic to see Matthew.
Jenna was going to be really surprised in the morning.

“Wait. He doesn’t have the key to our place,” I said,
glancing over my shoulder to Max.

“The room is under our names
, so we have a set of keys.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Was that your plan all along?”
With pouty lips, I gave him a playful glare.

“Maybe
...maybe not.” Matthew picked me up, anchored my legs around his hips, and started heading for his room. “Now, where were we before my brother rudely interrupted us?” Opening the door, he said with a wink, “Welcome to Las Vegas, Becca. What happens in Vegas continues when we get home.”

Jenna

Since the curtains were drawn and it was dark, I didn’t know what time it was. All I knew was that I’d had a good night’s sleep. No one had bothered to wake me up, so I figured it was still early in the morning.

I didn’t
know much about Becky’s sleeping habits, but she snuggled right next to me. Not wanting to wake her, and not wanting to be face to face with her, I decided not to roll over. She must have thought I was Matthew from the way her hand was resting on my hip. Trying to get out of the awkward situation, and needing a glass of water, I slowly moved my legs.

Wait a minute!
Becky’s leg was hairy. She wore jeans last night so I couldn’t tell, but holy Jesus. Wait! Something wasn’t right. It was too hairy.

I stiffened when I heard a manly groan sound and felt the puff of air on my neck. Oh my God! That was not Becky. Re
membering back to last night, I realized hadn’t done anything. I was the one that went to bed first. Going into panic mode, I contemplated what to do as my heart thumped erratically. Should I scream?

I
glanced down and saw that I was fully clothed. Thank God! Without looking to see who was lying next to me—because I was deathly afraid to—I pushed whomever was beside me and jumped off the bed. It happened quickly, but my reflexes were a bit slow. When he grabbed me, I screamed bloody murder...so loud that Nicole and Kate barged through the door.

“Jenna, it’s me, Max,” he
said, covering my mouth. We were both seated upright.

“Max?” I turned,
my breath heaving and still scared out of my mind. “What are you doing here?” My eyes were pooled with frightened tears as I looked at Nicole and Kate. They both had their hands on their chests, right above their heart, gaping from Max to me.

“Max?” Nicole looked confused.

“Max?” Kate repeated, seeming just as flabbergasted.

“Sorry. Everything is fine. I scared Jenna. I won’t be staying. I didn’t come to crash the party
,” Max rambled until Nicole and Kate left the room with smiles.

Max held me tightly, caressing my hair and face. “I’m so sorry,
babe. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I wanted to surprise you.” Max’s chest vibrated against mine when I heard him release a small chuckle.

“You think this is funny.” I pulled away
, and tried to hide a smile. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I woul
dn’t mind doing CPR on you. It will be my pleasure.”

I lightly socked him. “
I bet you wouldn’t mind. Where’s Becky?”

Max bit his bottom lip with a smirk, giving me a mischievous grin.
He wouldn’t answer until I narrowed my eyes at him. “Next door.”

“Next door?” My pitch reached
its limit. “You were planning to come here all this time and you didn’t tell me?”

Max didn’t answer
. Instead, he dove in for a long, lingering, ‘pulling out my bottom lip with his teeth’ kind of kiss. “Jenna, I missed you.”

Shoot! He
started to sing. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at him with doting eyes. My heart levitated and I was completely swooned by his voice. The way he sang and nibbled my neck, I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him. I had completely become an idiot.

“Max,” I called softly.

“Yes, babe? Don’t talk, just enjoy.” He kissed me tenderly on that perfect spot on my shoulder, producing pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Let me enjoy. I’ll be leaving after I have my Jenna breakfast.”

Max’s tongue was practically bathing my neck and down to the base of my breast. How my buttons
got undone, I had no clue. I had on a long pair of cotton PJs from Victoria’s Secret. At times, I had no idea how he managed to undress me...seduce me with his eyes, his touch, and his words. Max was simply that good.

“I
—” Only that one word escaped my mouth. The next thing I knew, Max hovered over me. The blankets were pushed aside and he was shirtless. Well, that did it. I couldn’t fight it even though I had to talk to him about something important that was going to change our lives forever. I just didn’t know how.

Max’s body was warming me up, producing sensual heat all over m
y flesh. His kisses were soft and tender, savoring every inch of my exposed breasts. His feather-light strokes and touches were driving me insane. At the same time, his hands explored my body while he continued to undress the both of us. When Max headed lower, my muscles went completely limp. I utterly lost it when he spread my legs and placed his tongue on my clit.

Arching my back
, I moaned in pleasure and let him seduce me. Max licked, sucked, and stroked my clit until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up, wanting to kiss him, but instead; he turned my neck to the side and whispered, “Do you like your surprise, Jenna?”

“Yes,” I breathed. The words barely left my mouth.

“Would you like me to continue?”

However,
Max didn’t let me answer. His lips were hungrily on mine. Our tongues were dancing and tasting until Max reached in deeper. He had taken control. His kiss was fierce—intense, as if we hadn’t seen each other for weeks—but I didn’t mind. Max wanted me. He made me feel special, sexy, and desired.

Spreading my legs a little bit wider with his knee, he teased me with
the tip of his dick until I couldn’t take it any more. He loved it when I begged, and that was what he was waiting for. “Max, please.” I was panting and moaning, needing him to be inside of me. The burning, aching, heart pounding intense urge was too much to bear.