Almost Paradise (Sinners on Tour Book 8) (6 page)

But the van did fine the rest of the way to Vegas. Rebekah and Eric ate junk food and sang all the songs on the Bee Gees eight-track tape they’d found in the glove compartment, and they honked back at everyone who responded to the message on the back of their minibus.

“Where are we staying?” Eric asked when they turned onto the Vegas Strip.

“Guess.”

He scratched his jaw. “Twenty questions.”

“Twenty? I think you can guess in five.”

“Did Sed and Jessica have a sex tape recorded of them there?”

She laughed. “Nope.” But she did want to visit the replica Eiffel Tower at the Paris.

“Did Brian and Myrna spend their wedding night there?” Eric asked.

“I don’t know. Where did they stay?”

“The Venetian.”

“Nope.”

“Did you pack my pharaoh costume or my pirate one?”

“Both.”

“Excalibur!”

“Wait, how did you guess?”

“No, I meant there’s Excalibur,” he said as they approached the castle-shaped casino.

“So you should probably turn now.”

“We’re really staying at the Excalibur?”

“You don’t want to stay here?”

“It’s kind of juvenile for a honeymoon destination, don’t you think?”

She pressed her lips together and twisted them to one side.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he said, getting into the turn lane for valet parking. “It’s perfect for us.”

“I wanted to have fun. I’m not here for luxury.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “That luxury stuff is highly overrated.”

“I know, right? But this place is a castle. I’ve always wanted to be a princess in a castle.”

“When we tour in Europe next summer, we’ll visit a real castle,” he said.

“Promise?”

At his nod, she asked, “And can I wear a real ball gown?”

“Of course.”

The line for valet parking moved exceedingly slow.

After inching forward another car length, Eric said, “I actually thought we’d stay off strip. At the Hard Rock.”

“Too obvious.”

The valet seemed excited to park their ride; unfortunately, the temperamental vehicle died on him and refused to budge until Eric was again behind the wheel.

“You go check in,” he said to Rebekah. “I’ll park it and hunt you down.”

“People have been known to get lost in these places for days!” Rebekah protested.

“I’ll find you,” he promised.

She checked in and had their luggage sent up to their suite, then waited for Eric near the elevator. She didn’t want to enter their first hotel room as a married couple alone—it seemed like bad luck. She sent him a text to inform him of her general whereabouts and people-watched while she waited. When the first set of tourists stopped to have their picture taken with her, she thought it was odd, but after the third, she was starting to get into her suspected role. Apparently, they all thought she was a character actress and part of some Vegas show. She played along, wishing Eric was there to make their photos even more memorable.

“There you are,” he said as he jogged up to her. “I was searching around the
other
elevators for you. I was starting to think a dragon had snatched you and put you in a tower.”

“These places are so confusing,” she said.

“They build them this way on purpose so you’ll get lost in a maze of money-sucking slot machines.”

“Oh, honey, look,” said a woman wearing a Cleveland Browns T-shirt. “It’s Bonnie and Clyde. Can we get a picture with you?”

Eric glanced at Rebekah out of the corner of his eye. “Um…”

“Sure!” Rebekah said, used to the request.

She wrapped her arms around Eric’s long, lean body and lifted her thigh across his, making her we’re-a-sexy-couple face as the woman and her two female companions crammed in around them for a picture.

When she whispered, “Play along,” Eric’s arm went around her waist to tug her closer to his hip.

“Wow, they make a great Bonnie and Clyde,” the woman said to her friends as they walked away. “So passionate.

“Did Bonnie and Clyde have tattoos?” her friend asked.

“They would have in this day and age.”

“What was that?” Eric asked when the tourists were out of earshot.

“People think we’re an attraction,” Rebekah said. “I was approached at least a half-dozen times while I waited for you.”

He laughed. “I love Las Vegas. You know, if the rock star gig doesn’t work out, we could totally make a living here in Vegas just dressing up for fun.”

Rebekah doubted that would be much of a living. “But the rock star gig has already worked out,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to the elevator. Once inside, she kissed him deeply. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“I can’t wait to get you alone in our suite,” she said against his lips, her hands clenched into the fabric of his crisp white shirt.

“That sounds promising,” he said, deepening their kiss.

When they reached their floor and exited the elevator, she trailed after Eric, fidgeting excitedly. She figured their suite would make her feel like a princess in a castle guarded by a fire-breathing dragon. Her own handsome prince would rescue her so they could live happily ever. When her handsome prince opened the door, her fantasy bubble burst. She couldn’t deny that it was a nice room, but there weren’t tapestries on stone block walls. Instead of a copper tub, there was a jetted monstrosity. They even had a television. Ah, well. The best fantasies were the ones in her head anyway.

She crossed to the far side of the room and peered outside. Expecting to see the red and blue spires of the hotel, her eyes were confronted with an uninspiring parking garage roof.

“Check out this view!” she said, hoping to share a laugh with Eric.

“It’s great,” he said without looking. He pulled a long leather coat out of their suitcase of costumes. “Let’s go have some fun.”

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t you want to try out the bed?” She leaned over the mattress and slid her hands over the surface, licking her lips suggestively. It was the best part of the room, in that it had a broad horizontal surface.

“I have an idea,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

“And it doesn’t involve a bed?” She was frankly stunned. She knew he loved to play in Las Vegas; it was as if the city had been designed specifically for him. But they were on their honeymoon—shouldn’t there be more mooning of his honey going on? He looked fantastic in those tailored pants of his, but they needed to go.

“It will,” he promised. “I won’t keep you out too late, and then I’ll fuck you until the sun rises.”

She stood and turned toward the window to pretend her pride wasn’t stinging. Eric Sticks—the guy who was always ready for a roll in the sack, the man hornier than a ten-headed triceratops, the dude with a perpetual hard-on—wasn’t interested in nonstop sex on their honeymoon? Should she be worried? Offended? Angry? She wasn’t sure what she should be feeling, but the ache spreading through her chest was definitely hurt.

“You really don’t want to take in this great view of a parking garage?” she asked, her tone flat, her throat tight.

“You’re upset,” Eric said, dropping the leather coat on the floor and moving to stand behind her. He held her shoulders lightly between his palms, and she shivered slightly beneath his touch.

She lowered her gaze when he caught it in the window reflection. “I’m not.” So why were her lips quivering?

“First night of our honeymoon and I’ve already let you down.”

She shook her head. “My expectations and reality—”

“Should be perfectly aligned,” he interrupted. “We’ll just stay here in the room.”

She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the window. “I want you to have fun. That’s why I brought you here. And if fun doesn’t involve naked time, well then...” She shrugged.

A thrill raced down her spine when his fingers moved to the zipper at her back and slowly tugged it down.

“We probably should change first,” he said. “Unless you want a bunch of tourists harassing us for pictures.”

“You’re right,” she said. “We should get out of these clothes.”

Her dress dropped to her feet, and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside.

“There’s a man watching you,” Eric said. “He sees how sexy you are in your bra and panties.”

Excitement tingled over her nerve endings as she scanned the parking garage for signs of a spectator.

“Where?” she asked, breathless.

He unhooked her bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders, tossing the garment aside before cupping her suddenly achy breasts in both hands.

“He sees how perfect your tits are,” he said in her ear. “How hard your nipples are. He imagines his mouth on them as he unzips his pants and takes his stiff cock in his hand.”

She still didn’t see anyone watching them, but the fantasy was enough to ignite her lust. She reached behind her and unzipped Eric’s pants, taking his stiff cock in her hand. So he did still want her. Thank God.

Eric’s hands skimmed down her sides, and he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Slowly he slid them down her hips, exposing her clean-shaven mound to their spectator—real or imagined.

“Seeing your pussy makes his balls ache,” Eric said, his voice low and hypnotic. “What he wouldn’t give to slide his fingers between your legs. To hear you moan as he gives you pleasure.”

Her panties dropped to her ankles, and she kicked them aside impatiently.

“He would give anything to see the hidden treasure between your legs.” Eric’s large, strong hand grasped her thigh and lifted her bent leg. She leaned against him for stability. “Show him your pretty pussy, baby.”

She slid a hand between her legs and spread her lips. If there was a man watching, he’d be able to see everything she had to offer, and just the thought of being observed had her gasping with excitement.

“He’s stroking his cock with his hand, imagining it buried inside you. Watching you finger yourself is driving him insane.”

Rebekah slipped a finger inside her slick, silky flesh, a strangled moan escaping her throat. Her head fell back against Eric’s shoulder as he continued to hold her leg with one hand and massage her throbbing breast with the other, plucking at her hard nipple until she thought she’d go mad with need.

“He’s so turned on, he’s ready to blow his load, but he wants to hold back until you come first so he can watch the look on your face when you climax. Come for him, baby. Show him how beautiful you look when you let go.”

“Yes,” she groaned, sliding her fingers over her clit with light and rapid strokes, wanting to bring herself to her peak quickly.

“He wishes he could taste the cum dripping down your thighs, lick that pretty asshole of yours, drive his cock into that perfect, sweet cunt.”

“Eric!” she cried as ripples of pleasure pulsed through her body.

“How did you know that was his name?” Eric murmured in her ear. “He’s going to fuck you now and not in his imagination.”

Her hands shot out to steady herself against the window as Eric shifted his body unexpectedly. He released her breast to grab his cock and direct it into her still clenching pussy. She opened her eyes and glanced down to where their bodies were joined, gasping as he drove his cock up into her from behind.

“He won’t last much longer,” Eric said brokenly. “Seeing that pussy stuffed with cock is fucking disastrous to his concentration.”

“Oh God, Eric,” she said, her gaze shifting to the reflection of his face in the window. He was watching his cock fill her, the hand holding her thigh rubbing back and forth as if he were imagining masturbating with that hand. He’d created an amazing fantasy for her, but he was obviously caught up in his own imagined scenario.

“He’s gonna come now. He just wishes he could drench that beautiful pussy in his fluids.”

“He can,” she said and when she felt his body tense behind her, she pulled his cock free of her body and did her best to aim his spurts of cum over her swollen folds. “Is he still watching?”

“He’s trying,” Eric gasped. “His eyes don’t want to stay open.”

“His cum looks good on me,” she assured him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said, releasing his hold on her leg and covering her mound with his hand, massaging his fluids into her skin and using his fingers to press some inside her.

“I love you too,” she said, emotion clogging her throat. “Thank you for understanding my needs.”

He chuckled and tightened his arms around her, drawing her back securely against his chest. “It’s not much of a challenge when they usually match my own.”

She struggled to turn in his arms and when her naked breasts were pressed firmly into the chest beneath his stiff, white dress shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Feel better?” he murmured against her lips.

She nodded. “I think I’ll grab a quick shower before we head out on the town.”