Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) (3 page)

I admired his chiseled form as he
walked toward me holding a glass in each hand. Panicking, I dragged my eyes
from his body and glanced around the room quickly for something, some kind of
distraction. For the first time I noticed the lights. It was almost dark
outside, and the lights seemed to go on for miles. They were all different
colors and shapes, some jutting up into the sky and others like blankets of
stars covering the landscape. Eager to escape the mounting intensity between us,
I was drawn to the window like a magnet. From the top floor, the view was
unlike anything I’d ever seen, and without thinking I said the first thing that
came to mind, “It’s amazing.”

“Yes, it is.” His words danced across
the bare skin on the back of my neck sending a chill down my spine. He stood
directly behind me and curled his arm around me to hand me my drink. I sensed
that only inches separated his body from mine as his intoxicating smell surrounded
me once again. The strapless dress I was wearing plunged to my waistline in back,
and the sensation of his body heat radiating against my skin sent tiny electric
pulses over my body causing my sex to clench with need. I wanted to be angry. I
wanted him to know that I was furious about his indecent proposal, but feeling
him so close changed everything. My stomach fluttered with fear and excitement
as my body begged to be touched by this man whose very presence had me longing
for more.

“Why did you come here?” His
voice was gentle yet I sensed the tension lurking beneath his calm demeanor.

Reeling with anxiety I carefully
considered my reply.
What did he expect me to say? Why DID I come here?
I
told myself I was here to save The Grand—and I was…mostly. But there was
something more that I didn’t want to admit. Not even to myself. I wanted more
of HIM. I wanted more of the person I became when I was with him.  Just more. But
I wasn’t about to let him know.

I had to think fast, not like Lo
the girl from Michigan, but like one of his high priced Vegas escorts.
What
would she say?
Long before I arrived, my stubborn pride decided that I
would behave like the prostitute he hired me to be, and staying true to my role,
I made a move that shocked both of us. I turned toward him, my breasts brushing
his bare chest and said, “To make you happy, Mr. Blackwell.” Anger tempered
with need simmered just below the surface of my thinly veiled smile.

He cocked his head inquisitively,
obviously caught off guard by my unprovoked sarcasm, but I couldn’t read his
expression as he studied my face. Just as I was feeling satisfied for throwing
him off his game, his eyes grew dark, and his jaw muscles tensed. My heart pounded
out a frantic rhythm against his chest, giving away my insecurity, but I wasn’t
about to back down. I stood confidently against him waiting for him to make the
next move.
He’s a professional poker player, Lo! He reads people for a
living, and right now he’s reading you like a book!

“Well, then you can start right
now. Turn around.” As he spoke he grabbed my shoulders and turned me away from
him. “And please, call me Parker,” he growled as he expertly unzipped my dress
with one swift tug.

An unnerving jolt of adrenaline blazed
through me as I realized my plan had backfired. He was raising the anti and had
turned the tables on me so effortlessly that I stood frozen by the impact. I
heard his footsteps walking away, then the sound of him settling into the
chaise lounge directly across the large open room. My heart was racing. I expected
him to get angry. I expected him to ask me what was wrong so I could get angry
right back. I never considered what I would do if he actually called my bluff.
The bastard was playing along!

“Bend over and place your drink
on the floor slowly. Then take off your dress.”

“As you wish, Mr. Blackwell,” I
responded through gritted teeth before squatting down toward my three inch
stilettos with shaky knees.

“No! Bend over.” Now there was both
anger and urgency in his voice, and my body responded as if by instinct to his
primal demand. I stood up straight, and slowly, delicately bent forward curving
my back until I felt my drink touch the floor and my dress slide up just over
the curve of my cheeks exposing me to him.
Bastard!
Nothing but a thin
line of silk shielded the very center of me from his sight.

“Now the dress.” His tone was increasingly
more demanding.

I stood up languidly, hooking my
thumbs into the top of my dress and began to ease it down.

“That’s right. Slowly,” he
warned.

 I inched the fabric down,
stopping just below my breasts to see if it pleased him.
Fucking bastard! Why
was he torturing me? How did he make me so hot when I was mad as hell at him?
When
he didn’t respond, I continued easing it down my body until it was around my
ankles then kicked it aside without hesitation.

“The rest please,” came his sharp
reply, and this time I heard his body weight shift against the leather chair.

Standing naked in front of the
enormous windows for all of Las Vegas to see while Parker examined me from
behind was unnerving. With a million winged things fluttering in my stomach, I
unfastened my bra letting it fall to the floor and began sliding my panties
down before carefully stepping out of them one stiletto at a time. I bit my lip
when I nearly stumbled and felt tears sting my eyes. A confusing mix of
emotions passed over me. I felt humiliated, and part of me wanted to disobey
him yet every inch of my body screamed for more. 

In a low voice he growled, “Very
nice, Lauren. Now turn around.” He sat before me smugly, comfortably even leaning
back on the chair with his legs slightly spread. “If this is the way you want
to me to treat you, I’ll be happy to, but be careful what you wish for. You may
get much more than you can handle.”

As I turned around, liquid heat
pooled in my center at the sight of him. His eyes were slightly hooded with
lust, his hard ripped body relaxed, and those pajama pants revealed both the
cut v of his abs and the broad tip of his erection. I tried to control my
ragged breathing as my mind was flooded with fear, anxiety competing with uncontrollable
arousal. His eyes traveled across my breasts, devouring my curves while the
electricity in the room vibrated through me. My skin was alive and tingling
with goose bumps, tightening everywhere pushing my fully extended nipples
straight up toward him like an offering. My heartbeat pulsed between my legs,
the sensation intensifying as his eyes traveled down and stopped there for what
seemed like an eternity. I was ready for him, waiting for his next command.
Anger gave over to lust, and I was ready to make this man very happy indeed
taking all that I needed in return. Spreading my legs slightly, I placed my
hands on my hips. As his hungry eyes traveled upward, he gripped his length and
began stroking slowly. A wicked smile spread across my lips.
What happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas…right you son-of-a-bitch?

Right or wrong didn’t matter
anymore. Both were inconsequential compared to what I had at stake. So when he
motioned for me to come to him I obeyed without hesitation. He stood up
flinging me over his shoulder, pinning my thighs to his chest with his forearm
and carried me down a short hall. His fingers wrapped firmly around my thigh, dangerously
close to my wetness. As soon as we entered the room, he stood me in front of
him, as though I were on display, and I knew why. Mr. World Class Poker was
also a voyeur.

The bathroom came straight from
the pages of Penthouse. Candlelight danced across the ceiling and the mirrored walls
met with rich black granite midway. I watched his reflection as he pulled off
his pants, freeing his thickly veined shaft before leading me into a spacious
shower encased in clear glass. He turned on the water and leaned back on the
tiled bench, pulling me down in front of him and placing my hands on either
side of his thighs. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I wanted him to ask for
it.

I lifted my head and arched my
back feeling the water glide over my skin as I looked him straight in the eyes
waiting for his command. My pulse quickened when he grabbed my chin roughly without
saying a word. He relaxed and moved his hand to the back of my neck before
winding it in my hair and forcing my head down. The head of his cock glistened
in the candlelight and I lapped up the sticky drops of desire, flicking over
them, spreading them lightly around the whole girth of him. As he watched my
reflection, I made sure the view was worth every penny.

I slowly licked the tip, curling
my tongue under the ridge and running it down his entire length as my breasts
bobbed with each deliberate movement. He groaned in appreciation and wrapped
his hand in my hair as I took him in little by little until he reached the back
of my throat. He pumped into me with quick deep movements. His body stiffened
as he let out that primal noise a man makes the moment his mind disconnects
from his body, and I pulled my mouth from him and finished him with my hand as
I watched him unravel. He rested his head against the shower wall and closed
his eyes. Short ragged breaths escaped him as the thick white ribbons shot from
his throbbing member and splattered against the granite all around me.

A wicked smile spread over his
face.
This was my punishment!
I thought as blinked up at him barely able
to control the aching need between my legs. My fingers reached instinctively
down to touch my wetness, gliding across my clit. I caught a glimpse of the
smile fading from his lips before I closed my eyes and began to show him what
he’d done to me. When I opened them slightly I could see his hand working his
cock back into service, and we watched each other intently until I felt him
lift my arm and turn me around as he stood up. He pulled me back with one hand
and pinned my hips to him. I felt his hard cock pressed against my curves as he
reached for the hand-held shower head. His hand left my hip and traveled up my
side, pinching my nipple as he directed the warm pulsating stream of water at
my clit.

The pleasurable sensation had me
arching into his erection, and my sex swelled against the vibrations as he
entered me, filling me completely until I was sealed against him. Again and
again he speared into me, and I arched to meet his every thrust until my orgasm
erupted in spasms clenching his rock hard cock. My release spurred him to move
faster. His thrusts became harder, and he bent me forward and grabbed my hips slamming
deep inside of me. Pain mixed with pleasure. I could hear myself whimpering,
barely able to take him when he pulled out abruptly and rubbed his cock between
my cheeks. His body was shaking as his hot fluid sprayed over my skin.

When it was over he slid his arms
around me gently and lifted me against his chest. I was unsteady, still reeling
from the primal assault on my body. He never kissed me. He just took what he
wanted from me quickly and without compromise. I expected to feel guilty, dirty
even, but I felt exhilarated. For the next five days my body belonged to Parker
Blackwell, and I would do whatever it took to please him.  I would take my
anger out on him between the sheets or anywhere else that he requested my body.
I would let him use me, and I would use him right back earning every penny I
would need to save The Grandview and get on with my life.

“Do you still hate me?” The sound
of his voice broke through my thoughts.

“Yes,” I whispered feeling a
little disappointed as he released me, turned off the shower and handed me a
towel.

“Good.” He was trying to be smug,
but the cocky satisfied grin on his face gave him away.”

I shot him a sideways smirk. He knew
what he did to me, and his ego was gloating in the aftermath.

“I know you came here with
expectations of how this arrangement was supposed to work, but believe it or
not, I had something else in mind. I watched my whole plan go up in flames the
moment you challenged me, so let me remind you again to be careful what you
wish for, Lo. If you keep pushing me to treat you like a prostitute, it’s in my
nature to oblige.”

 My face flushed as I considered
his warning.

“Your luggage is in your room at
the end of the hall. I have to go out, but I’ll have room service brought up for
you. You must be starving.”

“No thanks. I’m not very hungry.”
I lied.

“In the morning I’ll show you
around Vegas. Be ready at 9:00. Dress casual.”

I nodded, wrapping the thick
towel snuggly around my body as I followed him out into the hall.

A FRIENDLY WARNING

Alex was right. Parker Blackwell
treated his help very well, I observed as I entered the room that I would call
home for the next few days. It was nearly the size of my entire suite at The
Grandview, and as I walked to the window and looked out at the twinkling
lights, the irony of my situation began to sink in. I was in Las Vegas. I left
everything I’d ever known and loved behind, because coming here, doing this,
was the only chance I had to save it all. It was crazy, but I had no regrets-not
even about Jake. My heart was hurting, not because I needed him, but because I
had to admit that he never really understood me.
Hell, maybe you don’t
understand yourself, Lo.

As I scanned the room, taking a
quick inventory of the amenities, I was tempted to sprawl out on the large
fluffy bed in the center and shut out my thoughts until morning. Things had
gotten complicated quick. Speaking of I complicated, I still had to let Nina know
that I arrived safely, and I should probably tell her the truth. She was going
to freak, but I hoped she would settle for the short version for now. I was finally
coming down from the adrenaline wave I’d been riding all day. Exhaustion was
setting in.