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 10: An unhappy ending
"Can I ask you something?" Rosie said to her boyfriend.
Daniel grinned. Despite his refreshing shower, he still felt worn out by this sexy woman. He wasn't that sure he was up for another 'session' right there and then. Nor did his busy morning schedule allow him that luxury. "Anything you want, Rosie," he hesitantly told her. "But I don't have time—"
Her laugh was delightful. "Oh, I could change your mind if that's what I had in mind," she murmured, crossing the room and throwing her arms around him. Her kiss was soft, loving. She cocked her head to one side inquisitively as she thoughtfully took a step away. She opened her mouth to speak, unsure of how to go about this. Instead, she picked up the paper from the nearby table.
"The English lovers," she read aloud, pushing the two-day old edition of the
Las Vegas News
into his hand.
Ah, so that was it, Daniel thought, feeling his scalp begin to burn uncomfortably. "Rosie…" he began, then stopped. This was delicate. She'd been through enough without the need to worry her further.
She flopped down in the chunky chair. "Rosie, indeed," she nodded. "Daniel, I've told you everything about my life. I thought you had, too. You've told me about your friendship with Holly but you've never mentioned this. Why?"
His heart caught in his chest. Should he explain everything that'd happened? Or keep it simple. He and Holly had had a brief thing, but that had been a one-off. There was no relationship other than their newfound close friendship. Keep it straightforward, he told himself. "Because it's not true," he said out loud, the shrug of his shoulders not entirely convincing.
"Charlie kept things from me, Daniel," she quietly told him, her eyes looking at the floor. It was as if she didn't want to look into his face for fear of what she'd see. "I never want to be in a relationship like that again. I want us to know everything about each other. No secrets."
"I want that too, Rosie," he smiled. "We
do
have that type of relationship!"
"If the story's not true," she continued, her green eyes sweeping up to find his, fixing on his face now, "why would the newspaper print a story like that?"
"Why?" he nervously laughed. "Because Holly and I were knocked out of that tournament at the same time. By Doyle. It was news. And we're both amateurs. From England. So they thought they'd elaborate to make it a bigger deal. Sell more papers, understand?"
"Don't patronise me," she angrily said, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's a straightforward question, Daniel. Why haven't you said anything about the article? Couldn't you have warned me about it, rather than letting me find out by accident?"
"Yes," he conceded. That much was true. Had it not been for the grain of truth in the story, he would have told her a couple of days ago. And why the hell hadn't he confessed about him and Holly anyway? He'd told her most everything else about his life. "That was thoughtless," he said, crossing the room and taking her hand in both of his. "There's just been so much going on lately…"
"I know," she said, her face softening. "The story should be about us, shouldn't it? A whirlwind romance, isn't that what they call it?"
Daniel joined in her laughter. "Something like that. But it doesn't feel good to have anything published about my private life…"
"I know," she said, bouncing to her feet and crossing her arms around his neck again. This kiss was longer, deeper. "It's a relief to know there isn't anything between you and Holly. I guess I'm just feeling vulnerable…"
Daniel's hands on her breasts stopped her mid sentence. The formal presentations of his and Holly's Practically Poker bonus cheques were less than an hour away. They didn't have time. But somehow, those tits were irresistible.
"Mmmm," the redhead moaned into his mouth, her own hands dropping to unzip his jeans. "Someone needs attention…"
"Rosie," he grunted. They really didn't have time—
Her mouth cut his thoughts off. "No more surprises, Daniel," she told him, panting the words as her tongue lapped up and down his hardening shaft. "Think of this as your reward."
The Englishman grunted again when she deep throated him.
***
It felt like they'd been making love all night. They had—apart from brief naps. But even those brief moments of sleep had been disturbed when one or the other woman awoke and began the pleasuring again.
They'd already agreed to spend the next night together, once Lisa returned to the hotel from her Vegas promotional appearances. But with the blonde licking Grace to another orgasm, tonight seemed a long way away. How many had she had since they'd arrived back in Lisa's suite in the early hours?
She pushed her ass upwards as the climax ran through her, arching her sweat covered body so that only the back of her shoulders and the soles of her feet touched the bed. Her toes dug into the mattress and her fingers clawed at the bedclothes as one guttural moan after another faded away into the empty air.
"Two angels together," Lisa purred, looking upwards from her place at the foot of the bed. Flat on her stomach, she continued the slow, teasing movements of her fingers and tongue as if pacing Grace down from her orgasm. "You've come a long way, baby girl."
Grace let her body relax on the crumpled white sheets. God, she was sore. Lisa was right, she
had
come a long way, and in such a short space of time. And now she was invincible. Grace Lane—Superstar! This lifestyle would never end.
Her eyes met Lisa's. The blonde's hair was matted to her face and yet she'd never looked sexier. "God, I'd forgotten how good you are—" Grace panted, her voice sounding as raw as it felt.
Lisa tongued her way up Grace's body, leaving a meandering trail of saliva and juices on the way to her breasts. "Well, I hope I've reminded you," she murmured, licking around the brunette's lips but refusing to close in for the kiss. It was sexier to tease.
Grace's head raised from the pillow, once, twice. Each time, Lisa pulled away with a soft chuckle. "Show me your tongue," she told the brunette.
When Grace provocatively wiggled it at the teasing woman, then tried to kiss her, Lisa rolled away onto her back. With another sexy chuckle, she sat up against the headboard, dragging a sweat stained pillow under her ass. Pulled her blonde hair onto the top of her head, she held the pose while widening her bent legs. "Well, use it," she cheekily grinned. "I need that tongue again... show me what you can do…"
Grace didn't hesitate, twisting her glistening body to slide between the open thighs. A hand underneath each knee, her head dipped forward. She moaned as she ran her tongue softly over the beautiful nether lips. Only a woman's skin could feel so smooth. She felt them easily part as she slipped her tongue along them, softly lapping.
Her fingers exposed the long clit, allowing her to flick the nub with her tongue before licking it softly. She softly lapped up and down the rosy bud before sucking it inside her mouth. Lisa allowed a long moan to slip through her parted lips as she hips responded to Grace's tongue.
Reaching down with one hand, she pulled Grace's hair over her left shoulder, allowing her a better view of the brunette at work. Grace's eyes smiled upwards. She tenderly lifted Lisa's right leg and placed it over her shoulder. She'd make this the best orgasm yet. And they'd had a few.
Her fingers stroked along the soft inner thigh as she lapped at the juices beginning to flow from the aroused sex. She savoured each taste. Her eyes held Lisa's as she blew along the blonde's soft folds. They stared at each other for a good thirty seconds. Without speaking, Grace slid her tongue back to the sensitive clitoris.
Her eyes closely watched her captive's reaction to her long, circular, licking motions. Lisa looked so sexy, one hand still holding her hair on the top of her head, eyes narrowed, staring down at her over her full breasts. Her tongue flicked across her lips. Her left hand stroke Grace's head.
"That feels soooo sexy," she murmured. "Please don't stop."
She chewed on her lower lip before her head flopped back against the headboard with a soft thump. Her eyes closed in satisfaction at the gentle pleasuring. Her throaty growl was sexy. The sudden arching of her back and hips gave her lover a clear indication she was eager for more.
Grace slid her tongue between the megastar's juicy folds. Lisa gasped. Both hands clutched for Grace's matted hair, running her fingers through the knots. The brunette rotated her face on the wet, swollen lips. Her nose undulated against Lisa's clit whilst her hard tongue began to fuck the beautiful blonde. The free flowing sweet nectar warmed her face.
She lifted Lisa's second leg over her shoulder as she increased the pace of her tongue fucking. Lisa tensed and moaned. Grace knew the signs.
Her tongue jabbed and twirled faster. Lisa's back arched higher. She gave out little animalistic yelps as the first spasms overcame her. Her hands tightly gripped the crumpled white sheets either side of her as she ground her sex into Grace's wet face. The brunette's mouth went for broke, her hands sliding under the trembling buttocks as Lisa began to spend.
She lapped at the blonde's juices until the trembling body began to calm. Slithering upwards, her cum-soaked kiss was eagerly accepted as the blonde's full, succulent lips meshed with her own.
"Did I show you what I could do, then?" she asked, referring to Lisa's earlier directive.
"Fuck yes," the blonde groaned, pushing a loose bang behind Grace's ear.
"Good," the brunette responded, "but I haven't finished yet!"
She backed away, pulling Lisa with her. Adjusting their positions, her legs scissored Lisa's, their thighs sliding along one another. She watched Lisa watching her, the woman's surprised gaze locked on Grace's almond coloured eyes. That was good.
Slowly and precisely, her hips ground against Lisa. The blonde gasped. Labia met smooth labia, gliding softly together with a low purr from each woman. Their clits found one another. The friction was sensational, but Grace wanted more. She reached forward, taking Lisa's peach-like buttocks in her hands and rocked her hips faster. The megastar took the hint, thrusting and grinding back.
