"What if she changes her mind?"
I scoffed.
"If she didn't feel anything for you, do you really think she would've let you fuck her? Would she really have given you an indication that she was open to you in our kitchen the other day?"
The memory of kissing her and bringing her to orgasm in my kitchen came back to me. Inwardly, I kicked myself, pushing the image away. It was time to forget her.
"The point is, she's being stubborn and resistant, but on a couple of occasions, she's let you get close. Maybe if you're willing to work at it, you could win her back. But if she finds out that you are here in Vegas fucking another woman, I doubt that she would take you back."
I growled at Max. "She's not taking me back no matter what. Sure, she let me give her a couple of orgasms, but that was just sex to her."
He shrugged. "In my experience, sex is rarely just sex for women."
I rolled my eyes. "You need to get out in the world more, Max. First of all, what you're saying is sexist. Women have sexual freedom. Many of them like sex and don't want an entanglement. Maybe if you sowed your oats, you'd know that.”
The concerned expression on his face was immediately replaced by anger. "You’re a real asshole sometimes, you know that?" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash and throwing a few bills on the table.
Then he exited from the booth. “I'm going up to the room. You can have your pity party and fuck up your life if you want.”
"I will. Thank you."
He started to walk away, but then he turned, pointing his finger at me. "Sam, you’re a pussy and weak. If you do this, all you’ll do is prove that you don't deserve her. Clearly, she's made the right choice to keep you away." He turned and stalked away.
Anger erupted. I wanted to go after him and punch him for saying that. His words felt like daggers into my soul, spot on. I downed my drink to burn away his words and my conscience.
I got out of the booth, walking over to the bar where a sexy redheaded woman sat by herself.
She gave me her name, but it completely left my mind. We talked and flirted, and before long, she invited me up to her room.
I followed her to the elevator focused on my goal of fucking this woman to get Kate out of my system. When the elevator doors closed, she pressed her body up against mine. Her nipples had already gone rock hard, showing through the thin silk of her dress. She ground her hips against mine, and then she slithered down my body, her hands sliding over my cock as she moaned.
“I can’t wait to suck this.”
Fuck. I took her wrists, tugging until she stood. Then I stepped away from her.
She frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this."
She cocked her head to the side. "Are you married? Because you know what they say? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." She sauntered closer to me.
I held my hands out to keep her back. "I'm sorry."
The elevator reached her floor, and the doors opened. I put my hand out to keep them open. "I can walk you to your room if you’d like."
Her sultry demeanor dropped. "If you're not going to come in and fuck me, don't bother." She strode out of the elevator and down the hall.
I removed my hand from the open door and pressed the button for my floor. The door shut, and the car continued its way up to my suite.
I looked down at my dick and cursed it. "How many times have you gotten hard at the most inopportune times? And now with the ready, willing, and able woman, you're gonna play dead?"
I could swear my dick was taunting me. It was saying that all the times it had gotten aroused, it had been from either seeing or thinking or fantasizing about Kate. The redheaded woman with the sublime body did nothing for me.
I leaned against the wall, scraping my hands over my face. My life was doomed to unhappiness, and clearly, no sex unless it involved jerking off to thoughts of Kate. In some ways, I suppose that made sense. I'd known from the start that Kate was the one for me. Almost immediately, she'd become tethered to my heart, to my soul. Tonight was a reminder of what I’d learned over the last five years each time I made an attempt to start a relationship with a woman and couldn’t do it. Kate was it for me. Oh, sure, I’d had success in the past fucking other women, but now that I thought about it, most of them were long-haired blondes. Surrogates for Kate.
"Fuck." I could hear the despair in my voice.
The elevator reached my floor and the doors opened. I headed to the suite, opening the door, finding it dark. Max was probably hiding in his room, not wanting to see the woman he thought I was bringing back.