She's stopped walking, texting someone on her phone, and even under her thick eyelashes, it's clear she has the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
And a pair of tits that make me think maybe I was wrong.
Maybe this place isn't hell.
Because looking at her is like heaven.
She slides her phone into a tote bag on her shoulder and begins walking away quickly. I'd be a fool to let a woman that beautiful walk away without even learning her name. But before I can reach her, she's already lost in the crowd.
I hope she got out of this hotel. It's the last place a woman like her belongs. She looks so sweet, like an old-fashioned girl in a skirt and sweater, not at all the type to fit in under these bright lights, surrounded by all this metallic noise.
As I take an elevator up to that twenty-third floor, my cock is getting nice and hard thinking about that woman. Her curvy body, narrow waist, a pair of hips that I could hold onto. And those tits. Damn, they were full and round and exactly the kind I like.
Pushing open the door, I drop my bags. I know I'm supposed to meet up with my brother in the lobby, but first I'll take a quick shower.
On second thought, I decide, as I strip from my clothes, my hand already pumping against my hard, thick cock, let's make it a long one.An hour later, I'm ready to deal with the douchebags I never liked in the first place.
I meet them down on the casino floor and the moment I see my brother, I raise a hand in hello.
"Levi, my man, my man," Luke yells, amped up. He gives me a hug, and it feels nice to see him again even if we're opposites. He may like his life in the city, and I might prefer my solitude, but in the end, we're brothers and we have one another's backs.
"Hey, you made it," one of the guys calls. Another one says, "Now that's a motherfucking beard," before clapping me on the back.
There are eight of us in all, and I don't bother learning their names. I'm only here for Luke. And with these buddies of his, he needs his brother around to keep him out of too much trouble.
"Everybody ready to get wasted?" Luke asks, raising his eyebrows. "I know it's late and we all had long days’ flying, but we’ve still got to play a little bit, right?"
Everyone nods in agreement and one of the guys adds, "Tomorrow we're gonna go hard. Strip clubs, nightclubs, it's gonna get nuts. But tonight, why don't we get a few drinks and catch up?"
"Strip clubs?" Luke grimaces. "I don't know. Tammi will get mad if she--"
One of the guys squeezes his shoulder. "You aren't tied to a ball and chain yet. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"
The guys all laugh but I just run a hand over my beard, thinking that these assholes have no idea what it means to be real men.
"And hey, Luke," one of them shouts. "If by having a few drinks tonight you mean a few hookers, then awesome, we're on the same page." The guys all crack up, but I keep my mouth shut. The last thing I wanna do right now is cause a goddamn scene. But if anyone thinks I'm gonna go anywhere with a call girl, they're wrong.
"Drinks first, though," Luke says, and everyone agrees we should fortify ourselves before we let loose.
A few minutes later we're headed to the Little Black Dress.
"Seriously? This is where we’re drinking?"
"They have the hottest cocktail girls around," one of Luke's buddies says. "At least, the best in Vegas. The website said so."
"And everything the Internet says is true," I add dryly.
A hostess leads us to the table and tells us a waitress will be here any minute.
"So, Luke," one of the guys says, "you ready to get hitched?"
My brother's hand slaps the table. "If you ask Tammi, I am."
All the guys bust up laughing.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Oh, you know how Tammi is. She hates the idea of me being here. Messing around."
I give him a look that tells him everything he needs to know. "You are not cheating on her here."
"Ah, don't judge me, Levi. Just because you like to live like a Puritan up in the middle of nowhere, doesn't mean that the rest of us don't like to have fun. I'm not married yet, and until I am I don't care ––"
I cut him off. "What? Care if you lose the respect of the woman you're engaged to be married to?"
The guys all give Luke a hard time, slamming their fists on the table, chanting ‘Fight, fight, fight’.
But Luke and I just shake our heads; we're brothers, and I know nothing is gonna change his ways.