Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (14 page)

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Authors: Emma Nichols

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While I might not understand their pedigrees or heritage or anything, I did recognize a well-kept animal. These were such beasts. I walked over to one and a groom came around the corner. We nodded to each other, but didn’t speak. I simply took pictures of the stallion being brushed down. There was a closeness between them that I was eager to capture. One picture I think spoke volumes when the horse nuzzled against the groom out in the training yard. There were also several pictures of the horses galloping in the field. It was beautiful to see, their spirits completely free. They practically glowed with that joy.

After a few moments, I decided to head back to the golf cart and drive down to the vineyards. They had seemed so beautiful from the patio and deck. I needed to know if they still filled me with that sense of wonder and delight up close. It shouldn’t have surprised me to find that they did. So, I took more pictures.

Soon, I discovered the cask room where some special functions were held from time to time. I walked around the winery. It seemed as though they had all been warned of my presence because no one questioned at all why I was wandering about taking pictures. They barely paid attention to me, which made it all the easier for me to snap the spontaneous images that I prided myself on.

Too soon it was time for me to head back to the house. I hopped on the golf cart and drove back up, admiring the setting sun over the vineyard. I pulled up to the garage and beeped as instructed. The door went up and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ben was standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked leaping from the cart as soon as I turned it off. My arms were outstretched to wrap around his neck and hold him close.

“Well, would you believe I couldn’t concentrate in your absence? I kept thinking that I should be with you, showing you around. Then I wondered what you were doing and if you missed me, too.” He looked down at me, a strange sorrow in his eyes. “Okay, I’m going to stop talking now. I’m such a sap. I’m in danger of losing my man card.” He chuckled, but it sounded hollow.

“Let’s have a nice night,” I suggested. “That’s done. We’re together now. Let’s eat our dinner and I’ll share my pictures and we’ll take it from there.” I winked at him suggestively and headed toward the door to the house.

The sound of footsteps behind me let me know that he was indeed following me. Soon, I had found my way to the back patio. Ben opened the French door for me and we walked through. I stopped instantly and slapped a hand over my mouth in surprise.

Before us was the round patio table, covered in a white linen tablecloth. There was a hurricane globe protecting a large pillar candle from the gentle breeze. In tiny vases around the candle were little clusters or wild flowers. As soon as we were seated, classical music began to play over the outdoor speakers, creating the most beautiful setting I’d ever experienced for a dinner. It wasn’t just the table. The whole outdoor patio and pool area was primed for this unnecessary seduction scene because…quite frankly...I had already been seduced. I was putty in his hands, he could bend me and mold me at his will. Part of me hated it, but the rest of me knew that he’d never abuse it, that I was safe with him.

A moment later, I caught his eyes. “Why are you smirking at me?” I asked.

“Your eyes,” he said simply.

“What about them?” I asked even as I blinked back the water pooling in the corners. “I think it’s a bug, hit me right in the face as soon as I walked out the door.”

“These things seem to happen to you with alarming frequency,” he joked, but I didn’t see anything funny about the situation.

Luckily, before an argument erupted, the first course was delivered. We had fresh summer salads made from spring mix, candied pecans and strawberries with a strawberry vinaigrette dressing. I could eat salad at every meal if it tasted liked that.

The second course was home made tomato soup that Lucy announced was made from tomatoes growing in the green house. I made a mental note to find that and photograph that, too. This soup tasted more like a marinara than any soup I had ever eaten.

Each course was spectacular…an artistic masterpiece, a delight to the senses in every respect. Every item on the menu seemed to have been seasoned with fresh herbs from the garden or home grown. The wine was paired perfectly. And dessert was foodgasm worthy: homemade truffles. This place was a special kind of heaven.

After every course, I found myself complimenting Lucy and thanking her for her efforts. She didn’t say much, but there was a sparkle in her eye that hinted she appreciated my praise. As I looked about, I caught Ben beaming at me. “What’s that look for?” I asked.

“You are completely unaffected by this, aren’t you?” He marveled.

Shaking my head in confusion, I said, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Simple,” he began as he leaned forward on the table. “Some women would become all queen of the castle in a situation like this, ordering Lucy and George about, take advantage of having servants, and I would have an opportunity to see their true colors, but not you.”

My head tilted. I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going. “So, what exactly am I being accused of here?” I asked with a definite edge to my voice.

“Oh, you are accused of being complete wonderful,” he murmured as he reached over to grab my left hand. He ran his thumb over the rings. “I see you haven’t taken them off,” he commented.

“No, they are beautiful and unique. They were a gift from you. And they do a fine job of scaring away unwanted attention.” I studied the rings for a moment. “Yeah, I may never take them off.”

“I like that idea,” he agreed. He was quiet for a moment, then squeezed my hand. “Come on. Let’s go.” There was a twinkle in his eyes that suggested he had just formulated some new plan.

I couldn’t be concerned about that at the moment. “Did you do this?” I asked. “Did you have Lucy make this fancy dinner and have George set the table up like this?” I studied his face while he answered. While I never completely trusted words, it was rare that I couldn’t decipher the truth from someone’s face.

Shaking his head, he replied, “Not at all. They must really like you. I wasn’t sure how hungry you would be so I suggested something light. I guess Lucy knew better.”

Laughing, I said, “I didn’t think I’d be this hungry either, but this fresh air really has affected my appetite.”

“Really?” He asked suggestively. “All of them?”

Raising an eyebrow, I nodded. “
All
of them.”

Soon after that, Ben was walking me out past the garage. Off on the grass, there was a big faded red truck. “This is rusty truck,” he said by means of introduction. “It was my first vehicle. I bought it when I was sixteen. My parents would have been so proud of me. It’s been a great investment. Look, it’s still running today.” Then to prove it to me, he fished around in his jeans pocket, pulled out a ring of keys, opened the door and turned the key in the ignition. The vehicle roared to life.

Looking at me seriously, Ben said, “I know it’s getting late, but I’d love it if we could go for a little ride. There’s a place I’d like to show you.”

Somehow, I doubted I would ever be able to deny this man anything…except maybe children and he had pretty much told me on the cruise that they were a non-issue. “Absolutely,” I said. “Let’s go.”

By the time I had walked around to the other side of the vehicle, he had the door open for me. I slid in, shut the door, and hooked my seat belt. There was something super comfortable and familiar about riding around in an old pick up truck.

“We’re almost there,” he said as we headed up a hill. When we reached the top I saw that there was a water tower there.

Looking to him for approval, I opened the door to the truck. Stepping outside of it, I glanced about. This was the perfect place to survey all of his family estate.

“I used to come up here when I was growing up. I’d climb the water tower and watch over everything. It was one of my favorite ways to pass the time, the ultimate tree house,” he said happily. He reached behind the seat and pulled out what looked to be a huge featherbed. Then walking around to the back of the truck, he threw it in and spread it out.

I raised an eyebrow. “So, do this often, cowboy?” I asked. I mean, nothing makes a girl feel more special than to discover that she is nothing special, just another conquest.

“Not exactly,” he said with a chuckle. “At least…not like you think.” He smiled as he offered me a hand to help me into the truck bed. “I used to come out here and look at the stars…
by myself
. After a while, I learned it was more comfortable to do it with some extra layers. I was always trained to worry about snakes so there was no lying on the ground in the dark.” He smiled warmly at me. “Feel better now?” He asked.

“Almost,” I said with a wicked smile. Slowly, I ran my hand over the crotch of his jeans. His bulge was growing bigger, harder, the longer I rubbed.

“Are you going to just keep teasing me all night, or are you going to do something about it?” He asked, his hands around my waist pulling me closer. One hand slid up my thigh, under my dress. When he reached my panties, he moved that patch of lace out of the way and ran a finger back and forth over my already slick slit.

“Unzip me, please,” he said, in a tone that suggested the ‘please’ was merely a formality.

Hastily, I obeyed. As soon as I pulled down the zipper and opened the top button, his cock sprang free, already poking out of the boxers. “So nice,” I said as I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I was so busy working on pleasing him, that I was barely aware that he had positioned himself between my thighs until he wrapped his hands around my thighs and started licking. I was moaning in delight as we serviced each other.

Apparently that wasn’t enough for him. “On your knees,” he growled. I would let him be the alpha any time. He could run me, just so long as he rammed into me as soon as possible.

I wasn’t disappointed. He didn’t even bother removing my thong. Thankfully, he didn’t destroy my thong either. He moved me until I was on my hands and knees, exposed and waiting for his attentions. Sliding into me, he leaned over my back and murmured in my ear while massaging my breast and taunting my nipple with one hand.

“Baby, I’m going to ram into you so hard that you are going to scream my name. I’m going to make you so hot that you are going to beg me to let you come. You will be brought to the brink so many times that you’ll want to cry in frustration.”

“I don’t cry,” I interrupted, my voice a mere whimper dripping with wanting.

Without another word, he moved his hand slowly down my body, over my belly until he came to rest on my clit. Slowly he withdrew before slamming into me once more. As he thrust in and out of me, his hand expertly massaged my clit. I could feel it growing, bulging, aching. All of my senses were on over load. Already I didn’t think I could take much more, but I didn’t want him to know how close I was.

I should have know better. His teeth were grazing my neck, nipping at my shoulder. I must have made a sound, shared some tell. He knew.

“Say my name, Sin,” he insisted. “Say my name like you love me, like you love this and I’ll let you come.”

I shook my head, wanting to be just a little stubborn, still determined to hang on to a piece of me before I shattered completely. “No,” I moaned.

“Okay,” he said. “I guess you just want me to stop.” He started to withdraw.

Alarmed, I objected. “No, Ben. Let me finish! Please.”

He paused like he was considering it. Soon enough, I felt him sliding back into me with his throbbing hot cock. His hand brushed the hair away from my face. I knew that in the moonlight he would have trouble seeing that it was colored in shame, but it didn’t matter. Even if he couldn’t see, I would know.

“Why do you fight me so, Sin?” He asked into my ear as he picked up his pace once more.

When I didn’t respond, he pulled out, my eyes flew open, and he flopped me over, onto my back before slamming into me once more. I threw an arm over my face, but he wasn’t going to allow that. Pulling my arm from my face, he spoke to me once more.

“What do you have to lose, baby?” He laid on me now, his lean and muscular body covering mine. Knotting one hand in my hair, he forced me to look at him. “Don’t you know how much I love you? Sin, you are my whole world, my reason for being. You give me strength and hope. Just…love me, dammit!”

Staring up at him, I ran one hand along the side of his face. “Me,” I murmured. “I could lose me, by letting go and loving you. It scares the hell out of me.” I sighed as I ran my hand along the stubble on his chin. “Then I stare into those amazing eyes and I think
this man could never hurt me.
That’s when I want to give you my heart…my whole heart.”

All it took was my tongue darting out of my mouth to moisten my lips and he was on them, kissing me with a passion that left me reeling. Soon his hips were meeting mine in a frantic dance. Just as we finished riding out our orgasms, he spoke. “Ask me,” he murmured into my ear once the kiss had ended. “Ask me for anything and it’s yours.”

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