This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters.
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer.
Chapter 9: Life is good
"Oh fuck, Rosie. That's good..."
The redhead's mouth left his hard shaft long enough for her to shoot him a grin. His slender frame was so sexy. Despite their night of lovemaking, she still wasn't satisfied. Although the
Englishman had told he needed rest, she had other ideas. Who needed rest just to play poker anyway?
His moan felt different to those from any client. They sent bright, warm flashes through her, like little explosions of lightning across the sky. Returning to her work,
her bobbing head fell into a rhythm. Growing accustomed to his upward thrusts, she played with his balls while she sucked. Judging from the way he grunted and gripped her hair, he was enjoying her technique.
Men usually did—but this wasn't just any man. It was Daniel. Her Daniel?
Taking just his crown in her mouth, her eyes told him she was as turned on from this as much as he was. The redhead couldn't stop herself—sucking him deep again, her right hand snaked between her legs. One finger, then a second, slid inside her wetness. "Ngh!!!" She came as she curled her fingers.
Her mouth left his cock as she shuddered, but when the Englishman attempted to pull her upwards she was having none of it. Not until she had his seed. As she jammed her mouth back on him again, she felt his manhood seize and swell.
Three deep throats took him there and, once she was sure she had him, she gave a final suck. Flopping flat on her stomach, the redhead lifted her head so that he could fire upwards into her mouth. Hands squeezing his testicles, he danced to her tune, erupting like a geyser spraying its cargo.
"Oh God, ohgodohgod…."
Like a beast feeding on its prey, she devoured each salty blast, savouring the taste as she rolled his offering in the back of her throat. Only when she'd sucked him dry, did she drag herself up his body and into his arms.
"You're amazing," he eventually told her, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. "What time is it?"
Her green eyes frowned up into his. Why was he worrying about getting to his poker game when the moment was as tender as this? "Don't know," she groaned. "My watch's stopped again."
"It never works," he told her.
"Yes it does!" she protested, swinging her head from his chest to frown up at him. Her grimace changed into a look of astonishment as she saw him twirling a new watch between his fingers.
"Okay, it does," he grinned, reaching over to clip the strap onto her left wrist. "But it won't work as well as this one."
Her saucer like eyes widened further as they examined every feature. "It's… it's beautiful," she told him, holding back the tears that seemed ever present lately. "How did you know—"
"That your watch was… erratic?" he asked, laughing as his fingers stroked along the outside of her smooth, freckled thighs. "Just a lucky guess."
Twisting onto her stomach, Rosie pushed up on her elbows so her lips could find his. A kiss of gratitude that turned more passionate as she slid a hand down to his cock. Mmmm…. definitely signs of life!
"I've got something for you before you head off to your poker," she mumbled into his mouth, slowly stroking him to full hardness. "Think you're up to it?" Satisfied with his state, she flopped onto her back, raising her hands above her head and grasping the slates of the headboard behind her. "Well, what're we waiting for? This lady wants to show her gratitude!"
Daniel slid into position with a lustful growl. His mouth found an erect nipple, tugging on it as his cock instantly found its way home. Slurping his mouth across her chest, he left a wet trail of saliva as he slowly began to pleasure her.
Too slow.
"No, Englishman," she urged him, wrapping her feet around his ass and forcing him deeper. "Not gentle. Rosie wants to be fucked!"
For a second, their eyes met, a silent agreement that he was about to give her what she wanted. Then he was kissing her hard, ramming his cock so hard into her that she grunted at the force. Her legs left his ass to plant her feet on the mattress, but his right hand was already moving, lifting her left leg over his shoulder.
"Yessss," the redhead groaned, her sparkling eyes dancing into his as she lifted her right leg, telling him she wanted it there too. He obliged, dragging it over his other shoulder as he drilled her again. She groaned, locking her feet behind his ears. He was so deep it was exquisite.
"Yessss!" she moaned again, the submissive position enhancing her pleasure. This felt so good… so out of control. Hard, raw, fucking, but somehow it felt tender and loving, too. Like she was giving herself, telling him she was his for as long as he wanted her.
When his face contorted, she knew he was close. So quick? She wasn't, not yet, but that didn't matter. This was for him, and she wanted his cum again. Her hands gripped his hair, jerking his face to look at her. When she started the pussy ripple, he let out a long, deep, growl.
"Cum, baby," she told him. "Let it go…" Another ripple and he began to shudder. He was hers…
"Ngh!" he cried, the words intelligible as they turned into an orgasmic bellow.
His body humped and jerked against her, an out of control puppet except this mannequin was depositing burst after burst of manjuice inside the redhead. Only then did her hands leave the headboard behind her and pull his sweat soaked face down to hers.
***
"So… where's your boyfriend?" Chad asked. Holly's aggressive look made him back off instantly. "Okay, okay, it was just a joke," he pleaded, catching the server's eye. "Just coffee," he asked, and then glanced across at the blonde. "Anything for you?"
"Another juice, please," she asked, nodding at the finished drink in front of her. She'd been waiting for the diminutive man for the last half an hour.
He shuffled in his seat as he glanced around the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late, he apologised, turning his attention back to the blonde poker player. "Fans, you know. Especially the ladies. Can't keep away!"
"Understandable," Holly dryly responded, raising a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Good for you," the TV commentator told her, his normal response when bested. "Anyway," he said, his ferret like eyes staring in to hers. "You've played some wonderful poker. Survive the first couple of days, that's all you had to do. But you've gone against the trend. That's quite a chip stack."
"Nice to have, Norm. But it's early days," she modestly responded, waiting for him to get to the point. She hadn't arranged to meet him just to talk poker.
He sat back as the server brought their drinks. "Thanks," he told her. "Want an autograph?" It didn't even bring a smile. "Good for you," he grumbled as she walked away. "But what about Daniel? I thought our boy was a goner!"
"Me too," the blonde answered, sipping her new juice through the straw. "When Grizzly hit that Queen, I thought that was it."
Chad laughed. "You see! What have I been telling the world about the Ace of Spades? I guess everyone will believe me now?"
Holly laughed. "Norm, you're full of shit. Why don't you keep that one for the TV audiences? As for now, I think the pointy of this meeting was for you to confirm you'd got the American press off Daniel and my backs?"
The commentator shuffled nervously. "And I thought it was my charm that made you invite me for breakfast?"
"Norm—"
He held his hands up—that tone sounded dangerous! "Okay, okay. I've spoken to everyone and anyone. I've said there's no relationship between the two of you. And I've asked them to lay off."
"And?"
"If you both promise to give interviews and pictures after you're knocked out, people will play ball."
Holly's eyes lit up. It was a better outcome than she'd anticipated. She could always duck the photos later, or keep her shades in place. If she was posing, there were plenty of ways to appear anonymous.
"That's a great job," she smiled at him. "If I thought you wouldn't get over excited, I'd give you a hug!"
"Hold the hug," he ruefully told her, tapping his fingernails on his teeth. "The Las Vegas News is the exception." Pulling an edition of the newspaper from his pocket, he pointed at the photo of Holly and Daniel together, under a headline
The Lovers from England
.
The blonde stared at the article and then at Chad. "Shit!"
***
A casual breakfast in their suite had been a luxury so far denied to Grace and Lauren. Previously, the younger sister had been out of bed and on her way to the shoot before Grace was awake, while she was usually fast asleep herself when Grace returned from her nights on the tiles.
Now that her shoot was completed, the younger sister would be sampling a few clubs herself.
But this morning Lauren needed to make the most of their time together. Kay had left her with quite a decision to make. Nor did she have long to make it. The Agency Head had arranged to meet her for lunch.
It was too late for breakfast, this was more like brunch. But with her lunchtime meeting with Kay, she wouldn't be eating anyway. It was more a chance to talk over coffee, fruit and orange juice.
Grace raised an eyebrow when Lauren walked in from the bathroom. The fluffy white towel around her sister's body was a larger version of the one wrapped around her wet, blonde hair. "Hey, you look sexy, honey," she murmured. "Good job we're sisters or I'd be getting ideas!"
Lauren laughed out loud. "Yes, that is a shame," she joked, feeling her own nipples rise just from the sight of Grace's long legs displayed through the gap in the hotel robe. "I mean, now that I'm bisexual, too—"
"You're shitting me," Grace gasped, then quickly covered her mouth. It was unusual for her to curse. Both sisters laughed.
