Road Trip - Southern Belles Part 3 (Erotic Romance Series) (7 page)

Chapter 12

Marti slowly walked through the casino with Nick, her eyes darting from poker tables to slot machines, taking in the ambiance of a real Las Vegas casino. A smile slid across her face. “Oh, my God, Nick, this is incredible! What are we going to do first?”

“Whatever you want
Princesa
. Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink? Eat?” he walked over to a dollar slot machine and slid a few dollars in. he pushed the button and the machine chimed and flashed.

Her face lit up as she watched the slot machine spin and then come to a stop. “Don’t you have to pull the handle thingy?
”, pointing to the lever on the side.

“No, not really, but you can if you want. See? There is this button right here that makes it spin or you can pull the lever. Go ahead and pull it down.”

Nervously, she grabbed the handle and pulled. Ding! Ding! Ding! The slot machine spun and it landed on 3 cherries. Two one dollar coins fell into the tray below.

“Hey! You won!” he chuckled. She picked up her coins and put them into the coin slot.

“Now what? Just push this button?”

“Yep.
Let’s see if you win again.” The slot machine took the two credits and she pushed the button. The machine lit up, making noises and stopped on a bar, a bear and a seven. Nothing.

She shrugged. “Oh well,” pulling Nick by the hand. They walked over to a roulette table and watched. The wheel spun, everyone held their breath. It landed on 19 red. There were a few chips on 19 red and the dealer paid out a man and his girl with more chips.

"Do you know how to play this?"

“Yes, Peach, but I am not much of a gambler. Do you want to play?"

"Can I? Will you show me how?"

“It’s easy, just put your chips on your lucky numbers. If the ball stops on your number, you win.”

He pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it to the dealer. There were six people at the table and all eyes were on Marti. She placed her chips on 19, 27, 36 and slid one more chip onto 7.

The dealer yelled "No more bets!" and spun the wheel. Everyone was whispering their numbers. The ball came to a stop.
There was total silence around the roulette table.

"18 red!"

"Dammit! Come on Nick, I'm no good at this!" giggling, she pulled him over to the slot machines again.

A waitress in a sparkly blue leotard and fuck me heels walked over to them "Can I get y’all anything?"

"Sure, I’ll have a scotch, straight up and a cosmopolitan for my lady." He smiled, threw a twenty on the tray and winked at Marti.

“Ooh, we get fancy drinks here, too?” She asked, a bit surprised that he addressed her as ‘my lady’.

Sliding his hand around her waist, he gazed into her bright green eyes.
What he felt when he was with Marti was something he had lost a long time ago. He never thought it would ever come back. His heart pounded. He knew was almost twenty years her senior but she had so much life in her. “Anything you want,
Preciosa
. Tonight is your night.” He bent down and lightly kissed her lips. “We can do anything you want.”

Marti shivered. “Ahhh….you are the
preh-see-oh-sah, Mr. Nick Vargas.” Her Spanish was lacking but at least she tried.

The waitress returned with their drinks and Marti sipped her cosmopolitan while Nick gulped his down. “Peach, I know you want to play these
hungry machines, but my stomach is telling me otherwise. Let’s go find a nice dark corner booth in a quiet restaurant and eat something.”

She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth, batting her eyes teasingly, with her thick southern accent, “Oh silly me! You want me in a dark corner?
With you? Oh, Lord! Pray tell…what am I ever going to do with you?” Laughing out loud, Marti finished her drink and they walked out of the casino, onto the Las Vegas Strip.

Marti shivered, “It’s a little chilly out here.”

”Do you want to walk or shall I call the car?”

“Oh, honey, let’s walk. Cold
ain’t never bothered me before.”

The Strip was packed with people from all over the world. Marti smiled at passers-by and some smiled back, some didn’t. She thought
it was a bit rude with her background. In Georgia, everyone smiled as they passed, or at least a nod. “Is everyone rude here? Some of these people don’t even smile.”

“Different cultures.”

“You’re a different culture and you’re not rude.”

He smiled, slipping his arm around her waist, “Yes, Peach, I am a different culture, but I could never be rude to you, Mad Dog!!” he laughed, remembering her face when they met just a few days ago at the café.

She smacked his arm, a girly smirk on her face. “Hey now! I was having a bad day!”

“Who’s to say all these people aren’t having a bad day?”

“They’re in Vegas! Who could have a bad day in Vegas?”

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Chapter 13

Walking into the restaurant, Marti gasped “Oh my God, are we eating here?”

Nick wrapped his arm around her and nodded. “Yes,
Princesa
, you’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“Uhm, yeah!”
Squealing like a little girl, she couldn’t contain her excitement.
This place is incredible
.

The hostess smiled at Nick. “Hello Mr. Vargas, Your usual table tonight?” He pulled a bill out of his pocket, smiled and handed it to her. “Please.”

“You have a usual table here?” Marti was flabbergasted. These people knew him and treated him like royalty.

“I eat here every now and then,” He coolly replied.

How can he be so calm? This is freakin’ amazing!

The restaurant had an Old French Provincial look and feel and it was completely decorated in plum, purple and gold. The ceiling was immense, reaching over two stories high.
The gold colored moldings accentuated the ivory colored walls. Every one of the tables glowed with candlelight.

Most of the guests were in black tie and Marti felt a little out of place in her sundress and flats, but walking with Nick and the way people stared at them was fascinating. She giggled and stuck her nose up as they walked through to his ‘usual table’. They were being watched like they were Hollywood stars.

They sat in the corner, in a velvet covered booth, candlelight glowing, away from the crowds and activity. “Oh my Gosh, Nick, this place is amazing. How do you know about it? Am I allowed to be in here like this?”

“No worries, honey, you saw how they walked us in here. By the way, do you speak French?” he snickered.

“No, smart ass, I speak redneck.” She blurted out a little too loud. “And sex!”

“Shhhh!” his eyes widened as he tried to quiet her. “You’re crazy! Talking like that here. They are going to kick us out before we get to eat.” He laughed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “What are we gonna eat? First, let me tell you…I don’t eat frog legs or anything I can’t pronounce.”

He shrugged. “You can’t pronounce anything here, so let me order for both of us and grab a bottle of champagne. I won’t make you eat anything I wouldn’t eat.”

“Thanks a lot,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

The waiter brought out another course. “Wow! How much food did you order?” As the waiter sat her
Sault Farrow
in front of her she whispered
“
Is this gold? What the hell, Nick? Are you feeding me gold, now?”

He laughed, “Princesa, its gold leaf. Just eat it. It really has no flavor, it’s just for effect.”

“Okayyy? Now I’m eating gold. Whooda thunk?”

Moving on to her
Sautéed veal chop,
she was
amazed at the taste and texture of fine dining.
I could get used to this.
After all the meat, potatoes and pasta she knew so well growing up, her penchant for fine food surprised her. Nick really knew how to treat a gal and she was ecstatic to
BE
that gal.

Before the second bottle of
1997 Cristal
was gone, they were both giggling like old friends. Marti told Nick about Annie and the sexcapades, her new step-father, what happened when she was dating Tommy, and Nick shared his life and told her about how his family came to America and built the shipping empire from the ground up. His past loves and how he didn’t have time for romance, now his mama thought he was too old and he was going to be ‘the most eligible bachelor’ for the rest of his life.

It was getting late, the restaurant was about to close, so they stumbled to the door, Marti was happy, singing and slurring her words and Nick wasn’t feeling any pain, either.

“
Princesa
, I called the car. We can’t walk down Las Vegas Boulevard like this. It should be right outside.” He gestured towards the door, seeing the limo parked outside. “Ahhh, yes, here it is.” The driver was waiting, ready to drive them back to the hotel.

“Is he drunk?”
She pointed toward the chauffeur.

“Is who drunk?
My driver? Jesse?”

Glancing over at his
driver, “Jesse, are you drunk?”

“No, Sir.
Not at all.”

“Can he take us for a ride?”

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere, I want to see the city that never sleeps.”

He helped her into the limo, sitting her on the plush leather seat and slid in beside her. “You okay,
Princesa
?” reaching up to turn on the music and then pouring two more glasses of Champagne.

She gulped her drink down and leaned over onto him. Her hands
went to his broad shoulders, tracing the lines of his biceps with her fingernails. “Nick, you are so fuckin’ hot! And dinner was amazing, thank you. This has been a real experience.”

He laughed, “Hold on
Princesa
, slow down.” Setting his glass into the cup holder, he reached over and pushed a button, the dark glass behind the driver slid up to give them some privacy.

He turned to her and unclipped her hair, running fingers through her unruly curls, crushing his lips to hers, his tongue tracing the sweet wetness of her mouth. He nipped a little too hard and she flinched. The white heat ran through her mouth, down her chest, through her tummy and landed smack in the center of her clit. It pulsed.
She moaned, breathless and squirmed under him. “Fuck me, Nick. I’m so fuckin’ ready, fuck me…”

He raised her dress and slid his fingers down to her lace panties
. They were soaked. He pushed them aside and slid his finger between her lips, searching out her tender pearl. She rotated her ass, trying to grind her clit on his fingers.

“Fuck
, Princesa, Que me estas haciendo?”
He whispered.

His cock was hard.
Rock hard. And looking for an escape of the confined space. He pulled her lace panties off and threw them to the side. His hand fumbled for his belt and unhooked it, quickly unzipping his pants. His cock sprang to attention, he couldn’t wait for his
Princesa
. The champagne was working its magic on both of them.
Fuck! I got to get a handle on this! What does this girl do to me?

Gently sliding his huge cock into her wet pussy, she grabbed his hips and cried out. “Fuck me, Nick!
You fucking gorgeous man. Fuck me!”

He moaned as he plunged his cock into her, rocking his hips, and thrust again. The movement of the limo, and the champagne, made him a bit dizzy. He grabbed hold of the seat back to steady
himself and pounded into her. She cried out. He thrust again. His
Princesa
wanted him and he couldn’t stop now.

She wrapped her legs around him, taking him all inside, grinding and rocking her hips, feeling the base of his cock beating on her tender clit.

“Nick, Fuck me! I love you! Fuck! Fuck!” her fingernails buried deep into his back, he pounded into her, her hips grinding and bumping, taking in all of his manhood, the frenzy taking hold of Marti as she exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. Convulsing with each thrust, she came and hollered out “Ahhh….Ni-…Nick! Fuck! FUCK!”

Fuck!
He lost all control and shot his load deep inside her, gasping and trembling as the champagne and sex overtook him and he grabbed her tight, pulling her hair, falling to the floor, his cock throbbing with each burst.

“
Hijo de la -, Chinga -,
Son-of-a-bitch, woman, you are fucking amazing!” As he pumped his last seed inside her throbbing pussy.

They both lay on the floor, panting, hearts pounding, dazed and drunk. His head throb
bed. Nothing another drink of champagne wouldn’t fix. He reached over and poured another glass. Tipping the glass toward Marti, “More, Peach?” She was breathless, boneless. She looked over to him with dreamy eyes and nodded.

As they rode down Las Vegas Boulevard,
they laughed, kissed and drank champagne. As Jesse was making a turn, her eyes widened and she jumped up, looking out the moon roof. “Hey Nick, look. Isn’t that the famous wedding place?”

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