What Happens in Vegas: A BWWM Alpha Male Romance (11 page)

He stood up and walked over to kneel in front of her, looking into her eyes with complete sincerity. “I love you,” he told her, “I love you so damn much. I would be devastated if anything happened to you.” She leaned down and they kissed for a long time. It was a soft and sweet kiss for the duration of it but as soon as she stood up and so did he, they both moved forward into a much more passionate kiss. Despite everything that had happened there was still that magnetic pull between them. And if they had to stay here for some time, why not make the most of it? Especially now that she had finally been honest with herself about her true feelings and he had even uttered the very words she had been thinking, she wanted to actually
be
with him. Nicholas Verraud was both her downfall and her salvation. He put his hands on her back and drew her closer to him, deepening the kiss by running his tongue along her lower lip so she would open her mouth. She did not resist; she only allowed herself to fall into it and enjoy the moment because that was the reason she had made this choice to begin with. It would be pointless to decide for danger and then not even experience it. She let out a sweet sigh of happiness as he kissed along her jawline and then down her neck, landing at her collarbone and licking playfully along it. He kissed back up along her collarbone before licking down it again and then continuing on toward her neck to suck on and nip at it gently while his hands wandered all over her back until they finally landed at her hips.

Nick took her hand and led her to the living room where he eased her down onto the floor. He first took off all of his clothes before kneeling down and taking hers off slowly, piece by piece. He reached out and grabbed her arms to pull her up and close to him, close enough so he could plant wet, open-mouthed kisses all over her chest. She grabbed his chin and tilted his head up to look into his eyes before pulling him into a kiss while her other hand slid down his chiseled abs to wrap around his shaft. She let go of it in favor of running her fingers along the length of his very hard cock. He stared right into her eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” The movement of her fingers stopped and she stared back into his eyes. She knew what he was really asking. And the truth was she was not entirely sure but she would never be. It did not matter what decision she made, she would always question whether it had been the right one. She would always wonder if she had done what she truly
wanted
to do. So she decided to stay where she was and go down the path that kept him in her life. She did not answer because she could not give him the confident answer he was so desperately seeking. Instead, she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke it slowly as she gave him a long, languid kiss.

Suddenly, he was pushing her down onto the floor to lie on her back again and he climbed over her allowing his hard cock to rub against her wet slit. He leaned down and gave her a close-mouthed kiss before it turned more fervent and needy. His lips parted with hers to trail down along her jawline, then to her neck where he stopped for a while and sucked. He sucked at different spots of her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the spot before planting a kiss on it and moving on. She could hear their heavy breaths filling the air as he kissed down her chest and began licking her boob in a circular motion while he fondled the other with his hand. He went on to alternate between licking, sucking, rubbing, and pinching her nipples sending a cascade of sensations over her body and filling her with an even greater desire. She succeeded in shutting down her mind completely and focusing only on every physical sensation she was experiencing.

It was exhilarating to feel this way constantly with him but something about this time was different. It could have been the situation or it could have been the feelings they had admitted but it did not matter; the only the thing that mattered was what was happening now and how utterly amazing it all felt. It moved so quickly and she felt completely lost in it. She cupped her hands on his cheeks and looked affectionately at his face before pulling it back toward hers so they could lock into a sensuous kiss, his hand still fondling her breasts. She broke the kiss and moaned loudly when she felt one of his fingers slide easily inside her as his thumb pressed up against her clit. He added a second finger and worked them in and out of her, never letting up on her clit just like she never let up on the moans falling from her lips. He continued this for a couple minutes until he managed to bring her to orgasm, her head falling back and eyes clamping shut as the sensations running through her body overwhelmed her.

She felt his hand running up her side and leaving a trail of her own liquids on her skin until he rested it on the base of her neck, applying a slight amount of pressure. This was new, he had never held her that way before and she wondered where it came from. She felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her extremely wet slit and realized she was breathing so heavily she could not even hear his heaving. They kissed and he slowly entered her, not letting go of the base of her neck with his hand. If anything, the pressure with which he held her increased as he began working his cock in and out of her at his slow pace. She heard him grunting as he began thrusting a bit faster and she wanted to moan but she found herself unable to make the noise. It was at that moment that she realized he was holding onto her neck so tightly he was starting to restrict her breath.

“
Fuck
,” she gasped out as she shoved him back by the shoulder. He fell back and slipped out of her, regaining his balances before he looked at her in confusion with pupils blown. “You were choking me,” she managed to get out. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He stayed in the same spot and looked incredibly guilty. His eyes had turned from lust to remorse in a second flat. It was then that she saw his eyes begin to tear up and he rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. She sat there completely dumbfounded by what had just happened. He had never held her like that and now he was, presumably, crying in the bathroom. Maybe she was wrong; maybe this was all too much for
both
of them. She gave him a few minutes before she stood up and knocked a couple times on the bathroom door. She heard him sniffle before opening it and immediately registered his red eyes.

“Nick,” she said. As she reached out to him he skirted around her and walked back into the living room. He sat on the couch and buried his head in his hands. “I want to promise you safety but I can’t. I can only promise you I’ll do everything I cant to keep you out of harms way.” He stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She felt his warm tears fall onto her skin. “I should have never done this to you,” he said regretfully. “I’m asking too much of you. I love you but I’m selfish for wanting to keep you by my side when I know exactly what that means.”

Shauna had no idea what to respond. She had never seen Nick so vulnerable. He was always so strong and in control, that was why he was always the leader wherever he went. How was she supposed to handle this brand new side of him? She could not even find the right words to tell herself. She could not even justify staying with him to herself. What was she supposed to tell him now? She pulled back and looked into his eyes and that was when she realized she was also crying. He was blurry through her tears and she wiped them away only to find more sprang out to take their place. She grazed his cheek and said, “I’m sorry” before walking away from him and into one of the bedrooms.

Chapter 10: No Guarantees

She sat on the bed for a very long time just staring directly at the wall in front of her. For a period of time at the beginning, she thought of absolutely nothing at all. She only sat there with confusion running through her. When it hit her she might have just broken up with him, a shard of pain hit her all over as if there were shards of glass flying at her and cutting up her skin. She knew, deep down, it was probably for the best and they would both move on in time. But she did not want it to be this way and she knew he felt the same way as her. But she could not even leave the apartment at this time so what was supposed to happen now? She could not hide out in this bedroom for days either. She buried her face in her hands and screamed into them out of sheer frustration. This was all wrong. Meeting that alluring man at the club and initiating the relationship they had was not supposed to end up like this.

She fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling trying to think of other ways to work through this. But what it really came down to was the exact same choice. In fact, this choice had already been made when they first started out.
So
, she thought,
If I’ve already made this choice, what am I debating now
? But it was somehow different; the decision she had made previously had not offered her a very personal experience. She had not yet been afforded the opportunity to truly know what exact kind of danger she could be placed in. In fact, she did not truly think before now something like this would actually happen to her. It had even taken Nick by surprise. There was no way to know if she would be always be in danger should she choose to stay with Nick now. That is when it dawned on her that breaking up did not guarantee her safety either. She burst out of the bedroom and alarmed Nick so much he nearly fell out of his chair. “What’s going on?”

“Just because this ends doesn’t mean I won’t be in danger anymore,” she told him. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question. She could tell he was trying to work out what she meant and knew he would get there but continued to talk anyway, “They already know I’m important to you and they have my information. Just because we breakup doesn’t mean you’ll suddenly not care if I die or not. They can still come after me.”

He stood up and looked at her with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. “So…”

“So we can stay together and try to figure this out.” She ran to him and jumped into his arms, kissing him with every ounce of energy left in her. He kissed her back and hugged her so tight it was hard to breathe. When they broke apart, both of them were grinning so wide it threatened to split their faces. “You’re sure about this,” he said and she nodded in response before kissing his cheek and burying her head in his neck. There was nothing like being in his arms, nothing like the feeling of his skin against hers and his natural scent invading her senses. She never wanted to give this up. She might have been making a fatal mistake but, this time, she felt more confident about her decision.

They sat on the couch, Shauna cuddled up on his lap, for a couple hours in complete silence. He ran his fingers softly up and down her arms, across her back, just looking straight ahead. They were just enjoying being with each other. It felt as if there had been some sort of resolution between them, almost as if they were enjoying a final peaceful evening together before gearing up to go to war against an enemy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and got up to go to the kitchen. She looked through the refrigerator and the pantry, thinking of what she could make them to eat. She settled on a pasta dish with chicken. She set to work and he came over to sit at the dining table with a notepad and pen. She had no idea what he was so busy writing but she could tell it was taking quite a bit of concentration. When the food was ready, she served it on two dishes and set his down right in front of him. He looked up from the notepad and smiled sweetly, taking the time to take a whiff of the food and make a sound of approval. She sat across him and noticed he turned the notepad over before he started eating. This made her wonder even more what he had been working on so diligently. When they finished eating, she picked up the dishes and washed them before putting the leftovers in plastic containers and sticking them in the refrigerator. She walked over to the couch and fell onto it with all her weight, feeling exhausted again. She looked over and saw Nick at the desk by the window working on whatever it was he was scribbling fiercely on his notepad once more.

“Nick,” she said with an intonation that sounded more like a question than just calling his name. He flipped over the notepad and looked over at her with an expression she could not quite figure out. He stood up and walked over to the couch, dropping down beside her and placing his arm around her shoulders. He drew her in and moved her body so she lied down and rested her head on his lap. She reached up and ran little circles on his chest with her index finger, absentmindedly looking into his eyes. They sat in silence like this for some time until she sat up and kissed him. If they were going to be together she wanted to actually
be
with him.

She suddenly became aware of the fact that both of them were still naked. It was so natural and they had been so preoccupied neither of them really noticed. She ran her hand down his chest until it landed on his thigh before she hoisted her body onto his and straddled him. She felt his flaccid cock rub against her. He looked into her eyes and she could see question marks in them. She kissed his lips, then the corners of his lips, his cheeks, and even the temples of his forehead. “I just want to
be
with you,” she said breathily against his skin. She leaned back in for another kiss, a slow and long one full of love and tiredness. It was a kiss full of affection and questions. It was a kiss that perfectly reflected everything they had been feeling and talking about until now.