What Happens in Vegas: A BWWM Alpha Male Romance (7 page)

She crouched down and wrapped her arms around her legs, asking him not to come closer. “Shauna, I’m worried.” He was being completely honest and she could hear the concern in his voice. “Talk to me,” he told her. She looked up at him but said nothing. He was used to being in charge even without being pushy but now was not the time. She had too much on her mind and too much to figure out for this. At the same time she knew he was right; they needed to talk about this. Though it would ultimately be her decision whether or not to continue in this, there were things that they needed to discuss. She stood up and reached out for a towel to dry her body off. She put on a robe and slippers before silently walking back out into the cabin and sitting on the couch, looking straight ahead at the wall again. Her vision was broken when he sat on the coffee table directly in front of her, concern heavy in his eyes.

She finally broke the silence by spilling everything she been thinking about and feeling since he told her about his family. The entire time he only sat there listening, in complete silence, nodding at times to show he completely understood where she was coming from. They talked for hours, him answering question after question and then the two of them going back and forth with everything. At the end of it, they only sat in silence but had no solution. She stood up and said, “I need to be alone and think about this.” She walked out onto the deck of the boat and sat on the bench, looking up at the night sky and vainly hoping the answer to her problems might be written in the cluster of stars she had once enjoyed observing with him. She thought of calling Michelle but knew it was a bad idea to drag her into this. She kept going back to the part of the conversation with Nick during which he assured her nothing dangerous had happened in years and everything was pretty much peaceful. She learned he really was not involved with the organization and, as a result, enjoyed an even safer life than the rest of his relatives. The main danger was posed in his having the last name Verraud but that was about it. He also told her his older brother took every measure to protect him. This false tabloid story was as bad as it had gotten and that was only because the other family saw a perfect opportunity to express their disappointment in a transaction falling through.

From the way he had described everything, it seemed like they might actually have a chance at leading a quiet and normal relationship. It seemed like he had lived his entire life as just a rich kid and not the son of some organized crime family prevalent in Las Vegas. People seemed to fear the name itself more so than the actual members of the family. It was a hierarchy, simply put, and after generations they had secured their place at the top. When she thought about it this way, it did not seem so bad to want to stay with him. The more she thought about everything, the better she got at talking herself into believing staying was not quite so absurd as she had initially thought. By the time morning broke, she was still sitting on the bench and she on some level actually came to believe everything she had repeated over and over throughout the night.

Nick finally came outside having decided the entire night was enough time for her to be alone with her thoughts. “Shauna,” he said quietly. It was his deep voice that commanded attention but also afforded some kind of sympathy that made the other person open up. She looked up at him but she was tired of words. She had not been talking all night to him but there had been so many words exchanged in her mind. She was tired of it all and she wanted more than anything to rest and sink fully into her decision. She wanted to take the plunge again. Standing up, she had every intention of falling into his arms and breathing in his scent until it lulled her into a state of peace. Instead, she found her feet taking her inside the cabin to the bedroom where she dropped onto the bed and passed out immediately.

She woke up hours later to find the sun was already setting. The cabin of the boat was completely silent and she had a feeling Nick was outside. She wanted to see him and touch him but she did not want to move. Her body did not have the will to do so. She felt much more exhausted than she had in a very long time and came to the conclusion it was all the emotional activity and thinking that had done her in. She weakly stood up and looked out of the small window to see the water of the lake lapping gently against the boat. A small kayak went by but she was not able to see who was in it. There were still people about and, remembering it was a Saturday, she had a feeling there would be people out much later than usual.

She slowly began to undress, taking care to fold up every article of clothing and place the neat pile on the nightstand. She stretched out on the bed and looked up at the beautiful colors of the sky as the sun continued to set. She heard footsteps enter the cabin and the door close before they continued toward the bedroom. Nick stood leaning against the doorway and looking from her face, to her naked body, and up to the skylight. She heard him gulp and she smirked knowing he was trying to ignore any thoughts or feelings her naked body brought up. She sat up and said, “Come here.” He obliged and she stood on the bed to kiss him deeply. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered into his ear. He pulled back and looked into her eyes with sheer hope and joy, the smile on his face reflecting those exact emotions. She nodded and he pulled her into an excited kiss.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, immediately resuming their kiss as soon as she had tossed it off to the side of the room. She let her hands wander freely over his shoulders, chest, torso and back as their kiss intensified and they were both breathing heavily in a very short amount of time. They were both so exhausted but still so hungry for each other it was ridiculous. She made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, reaching down into his boxers and grabbing hold of his shaft. She began to stroke it up and down, adding a flick and twisting motion every once in a while, earning her some groans of pleasure when she did. She pulled his boxers down enough to release his hard cock and grabbed his hips, pulling him onto her until she felt the head of his cock rub against her. She spread her legs wider and wrapped one around him, drawing him into her. They both moaned at the feeling of the initial penetration. He started to move in and out of her slowly and sensually, while the hand he was not using to support his weight roved over every inch of her body he could reach. He pulled back enough to rake his eyes over her incredibly sexy body and made a primal sound of approval before leaning down and biting down on her shoulder, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His tongue darted out to lick along the bite marks he made and he felt her nails dig into his back as he picked up the pace of his thrusting.

He shifted his body to change the angle of penetration but instead pulled out of her and stood up, pulling her up by her wrists. He held her body tightly against his and grabbed her chin to pull her into a kiss that was a bit rougher than usual. When he finally pulled away from her, he placed his hands on her waist and turned her to face the bed. He ran his hand up her back while pushing her down so she bent over the bed and she instinctively supported herself by laying her hands flat on the surface. His hand ran back down to her hip and then down her leg. She jumped slightly when she felt his hot breath on the smooth skin of her thigh and begin to travel up until she was making hushed sounds of pleasure as the tip of his tongue pressed firmly against her slit. He slid it along until he had her moaning loudly by swishing on and around her clit, eventually penetrating her with two fingers. He felt and tasted her liquids flowing freely as she moved her hips back against his face, moans louder than ever, burying her face in the bed when the first orgasm hit her and coursed through her entire body. She felt it all over her skin, every nerve ending alive with intense pleasure.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around, pushing her down from the bed until she slid off and was crouching in front of him. He placed his hand on top of her head and began stroking her hair and she took the cue to wrap her hand around the base of his shaft as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She slid her tongue out past her lip and swirled it around, running it flat over the sensitive underside of his cock and earning her loud noises of satisfaction from deep in his throat. She ran her hand down to cup his balls as she took the entire length of his cock in her mouth and began moving her head back and forth, sucking intently and moaning loud enough for him to hear. “Oh fuck,” he grunted out before grabbing her head by the temples and pulling her back. He sunk to his knees in front of her and licked all along her collarbone as he placed his hand on her other shoulder and pushed her down onto her back. He slid his hand under her ass and squeezed it before turning her over so she was lying on her stomach. He gave her ass a couple quick pats and another squeeze just before sliding both hands under her hips and pulling them toward him. She moaned when she felt the tip of his cock running along her slit and press against her opening just before he rammed it all the way inside her hard enough that her body lurched forward a few inches.

She cried out but pushed her hips back against him to feel him deeper inside her and he began thrusting quick and hard, eventually grabbing onto her hips and pounding into her. She squealed at the unfamiliar way in which he was taking her but soon found pleasure in it as she felt his fingers begin to press, circle, and massage her clit. She was lost in a flood of new sensations and was barely able to keep up with what was happening when she felt the second and unbelievably intense orgasm take over her body. Nick was jerking into her as he came, his vision blurring for a moment from the intensity of his own orgasm. He collapsed onto the floor and was panting beside Shauna, who could not bring herself to move at all. They were both satisfied but felt completely wiped out, so much so that they both passed out exactly where they were at that moment.

Chapter 8: The Event

“It’s a bit more complicated than we thought but, honestly, it’s worth it.” These were the words Shauna had told her best friend, Michelle, when first trying to describe the nature of her relationship to Nick. Because they were now in an official and committed relationship and her friend had picked up on something in the atmosphere when they all finally had dinner together. She was not sure what it was or even that it was bad, but it was present and so she decided to question Shauna to no end about everything having to do with Nick. “Everything’s okay, trust me.” She had said this with such a sense of finality that it stopped the stream of questions pouring out of Michelle’s mouth. Her best friend was not annoyed by her short answers but she did, of course, add it to her wondering what was going on between the two. She chalked it up to having to do with his social status and family name but she had
no
idea what the role his family name actually played in all this.

And, just like that, three months passed by and now they were rounding out their fourth month of being together. Shauna knew it was not long, especially because the first month had just been dating rather than an actual relationship, but it felt like a much longer time. It did not feel that way because she was unhappy or there had been too much stress; she felt that way because of the level of closeness, comfort, and intimacy in her relationship. The way they acted with each other, treated each other, and even looked at each other was not common for such a short amount of time. “But when you find the person who you just have that natural, intense chemistry with it just works out this way.” She always thought of those words one of her friends had told her years ago when she met the man she eventually married. And, now, they were still happily married.

Shauna did not think of them as some beacon of hope or even an aspiration. Rather, she liked to think of them as kindred spirits. There were other people who found someone so electrifying and amazing there was no other way to be. She could not imagine her relationship with Nick being any other way and she was certain he felt the same way about it all. He sometimes still caught her off guard with how direct and open he was and, every time, it was a fresh reminder of how she had fallen so quickly for him. Despite all this, neither of them had ever uttered the word “love” to each other or even in their personal thoughts. They just
were
and that was all that mattered in the moment.

Their time passed by uneventfully, much to Shauna’s relief. Somehow, in her naïve mind, she seemed to think that if nothing had happened to her by now she was in the clear. But that did not actually make any sense, she just was not aware of that. She could only focus on how Nick made her feel and how happy her life was. She suddenly felt herself being dazzled by the “dollar signs attached to his name.” This was the first thing Michelle said to describe him when he left after their first dinner together. And he certainly did have those dollar signs attached to his name not just in actuality but also in how he presented himself. She could not help the notion that it afforded her some sort of security. She seemed to think this financial security would secure any future they could have together, even emotionally. That was yet another thing she was thinking about in the wrong way.

“Would it be wrong to say those dollar signs are part of the pull you feel? That they form part of your desire to stay?”

Michelle had not asked these questions with any negativity or judgment behind them. She had plainly asked them to get Shauna thinking, and it worked. Though she deeply cared for Nick and was completely attracted to
him
, there was no denying that wealth was a part of him and something that played into the equation. She just hated thinking about it because it made her feel cheap and cruel. It made her feel like she was the kind of woman to stay with a man just because of his money even if she
knew
deep down that was not at all the case. Just admitting his money was a plus did not make her that way. Logically, she knew this. But she had dated a man for his money once in the past and it continued to haunt her, wrack her with guilt and make her fear doing it again even if she did not consciously do so.