Behaving Badly in Vegas (Vegas Love #3)

32. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Hunter

I glanced down at my phone again and stared at the picture Rose sent me. Carina was nestled into my dad’s arms, looking happy and safe.

“How many times have you texted them?” Charli nudged me with her shoulder.

“Only three.” It took a lot of self-control not to text my parents every five minutes. It was weird that when I went to work, and Charli was alone with Carina, I never worried, but now I was a Nervous Nellie.

“Three is not so bad.” She laughed. “They’ve got this. Be assured neither your dad nor Rose would ever let something happen to Carina.”

She was right. I knew she was right, but it didn’t help settle my nerves. Sliding the phone into my pocket, I put a hand on the small of her back and led her into the packed theater. “I’m trying.”

Charli smiled at me over her shoulder. “I know you are.”

We followed Brett and Penny to the front row and settled into our seats, waiting for the show to start. I didn’t know much about Rissa Black but could feel the energy pulsing through the crowd. “What kind of music is this again?”

“Seriously? Rissa Black is only the hottest ticket this summer. She’s got country roots, but mixes it with pop, rock, and grit. Her voice is freakin’ amazing. I can’t believe we’re getting to meet her after the show.” Charli held up her VIP backstage pass that hung around her neck and bounced on her toes.

Her enthusiasm was adorable, and I began thinking of ways to keep that look on her face. I never particularly cared about the happiness of my dates, but I cared with Charli. Maybe because she understood me more than any other person in my life ever had. And maybe because she was helping me understand myself better too.

I decided right then and there that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting that smile on her face.

Charli wasn’t just a date; she was quickly becoming my person. I’d become attached to her more than I should.

Nobody ever stayed.

People came.

People went.

Charli might leave too, but she was worth the risk. I couldn’t imagine a life where she wasn’t part of it.

She threw her arms around my neck. “Thank you so much for this, jerk face,” she said with a laugh. It was nothing more than a tease.

My arms circled her tiny waist, lifting her off the ground. “You’re welcome, dollface.” Without thought, my lips pressed against hers and she melted against me, giving me a taste of that sassy mouth. I claimed her as mine and I didn’t care who saw. This girl was everything I never knew I wanted.

“Get a room!” Brett shouted over the din of the crowded theater.

Dropping Charli to her feet, I flipped him off and placed another kiss on her forehead.

Penny giggled as she bumped Charli with her shoulder. “Just a little something? Ha! Looks like a whole lot more to me.” Clearly, they’d been gossiping, but I didn’t take Charli for someone who’d spill all the dirty details.

Gia came barreling down the aisle with a squeal, Trent following behind. They’d been backstage to make sure everything was running smoothly . I took it for what it was, using their positions at Mystique to their advantage.

“Oh my god! I met her and she’s even more beautiful in person. She’s supersweet and has the most adorable Southern accent. She invited all of us to her private suite after the show!”

The women huddled together, sharing their excitement in hoots and hollers. I couldn’t have cared less about the concert, but it made me happy to see Charli happy.

The lights dimmed and Charli grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She threaded our fingers together and refused to let go as the theater went black.

A drumbeat echoed in the air, followed by the riff of a guitar. A single spotlight shone on the stage, lighting up Rissa Black as she started her first song. Although I wasn’t a fan per se, I could see why Charli was so enthralled. The woman’s voice demanded your attention as her fingers flew over the strings of her guitar.

When the song ended, she set the guitar aside and grabbed the microphone. “Hello, Las Vegas! Y’all sure know how to make a girl feel welcome.”

Charli jumped up and down, waving her arms in the air as she screamed at the top of her lungs. There might have been thousands of people in the audience, but all I could see was one—the sassy brunette I’d decided was mine.

By the third song, I moved Charli in front of me. My arms hung loosely on her hips and my chin rested on the top of her head as we swayed to the music. Her body rubbed against my cock, and it sprang to life. “Bad girl,” I whispered in her ear.

She gave me a devious smile and blinked up at me with her big, blue eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I pressed my cock into her back. “Sure you don’t, little troublemaker. ”

Charli shrugged her shoulder innocently. “Doesn’t seem like a problem to me.”

She was right. The only problem was having to wait to get her into my bed tonight.

We stumbled through the door, drunk on lust. The entire concert was nothing but foreplay, filled with sexual innuendos, stolen kisses, and forbidden touches.

Charli stretched up on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for tonight. I had the best time.”

“Nuh-uh. That’s not how this night ends.” I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder, giving her ass a hard smack.

“Eek! Give a girl some warning.” She laughed, playfully swatting at my back.

“Behave, or I’ll have to spank you,” I said with another smack to her ass as I walked us to my bedroom. She wiggled her butt, daring me to smack it again, to which I gladly obliged before tossing her onto the middle of the bed. “You are nothing but trouble.”

She bounced once before sinking into the mattress. “Guess you better decide if I’m worth it, Mr. Dorsey.”

“Oh, I’ve already decided, Ms. Bently,” I said while unbuttoning my shirt.

“And what is it you’ve decided?”

I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed, removing one shoe and then the other. “That you’re mine. Your sassy mouth. Your pert little tits. Your long legs and the pussy between them.”

She placed her bare foot on my cock and wiggled her toes. “Those are some big assertions. Are you sure you’re ready to deliver?”

I grabbed her foot and pressed it harder to the front of my pants. “I always deliver, and my assertions aren’t the only thing that’s big. ”

“Mighty confident there, boss.”

I cringed at the reminder of why we shouldn’t be doing this, but as Charli shimmied her tank top over her head and tossed it aside, all apprehension washed away. “I’m confident in everything I do. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want this.”

“You’re not wrong.”

I leaned over the bed, unbuttoned her jeans, dragged the zipper down, and pulled them off her long legs. In a pink bra and panties, she was a vision of perfection—toned muscles and lean lines. “You’re beautiful, Charli.”

She shook her head, dark hair swishing over her shoulders. “Don’t be cheesy.”

“I’m nothing if not honest to a fault. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

Charli crooked her finger at me. “Come here.”

Wasting no time, I crawled over her luscious body and caged her in, then captured her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her hips lifted to meet mine.

Fuck, she was hard to resist. Luckily, I didn’t have to anymore.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she cooed as she forced my open shirt off my shoulders.

Pushing to my knees, I shrugged it off and threw it on the floor.

“Pants too.”

“Somebody’s impatient,” I said as I stood and slipped out of my shoes.

“I’ve been waiting a very long time.”

“Too fucking long.” I undid my belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. With my pants and socks gone, I stood before her in only my boxer briefs, with my cock straining to get free. “Better?”

Charli bit her bottom lip and nodded. “It’s a shame you hide all that behind a suit every day. It’s a disservice to women everywhere.”

I rolled my eyes. “Now who’s being cheesy?”

She reached out with grabby hands. “Get over here.”

I’d fought with myself over this exact scenario since the day she showed up at my door in that sundress. Trying to stay professional was torture. Sipping coffee across the island while she wore tiny sleep shorts and a tank top sent me off to work every morning with a hard-on. While I used to work ridiculously long hours, I found myself eager to get home to whatever meal she cooked.

And seeing her with my daughter did weird things to my chest, making my heart flutter in a way it never had before. When I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine that Charli was mine and wanted to fill the role of mother to my child.

Almost.

We only agreed to something , not everything .

There was a big difference between fucking and committing to a lifetime together.

Wasn’t even sure if I wanted a lifetime with her, or with anyone for that matter.

Charli poked me in the leg with her foot. “You changing your mind?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. Just looking at you.”

She pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and undid the front clasp, letting the material slide down her arms. “Stop looking and start touching.” Although her breasts weren’t big, they were round and perky, with dusky-rose areolas and tightly pebbled nipples.

I crawled back onto the bed and my mouth crashed into hers, our lips moving in perfect rhythm. I was giddy with a feeling I’d been missing for years—a sense of want, need, possession. Pressing my chest to hers, I relished the feel of her soft skin. Our tongues twisted and tangled while her fingers scraped through the short hair at the nape of my neck. It felt so right having her in my arms.

Rolling us to the side, I took her tit in my hand, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. She moaned and bucked her hips forward, one leg wrapping around my hip. “You like that, dollface?”

“So much. Feels amazing.” She moaned again as she grabbed my ass and threw her head back, exposing the slender column of her throat.

I peppered kisses down the trail of her neck and over her collarbone to her breast. My tongue circled her nipple, giving it a flick before sucking the taut peak into my mouth .

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as she ground her hips against mine. My cock thickened, nestled between the heat of her legs. The thin material of our underwear barely provided any barrier at all as we dry-humped on the bed.

Every muscle in my body tightened and my balls started to tingle. No, no, no! I hadn’t come prematurely since I was a teenager. That was embarrassing enough.

This would be mortifying.

The weeks of sexual frustration between us had built up so much tension I was ready to explode. Jacking off hadn’t quelled my need for her one bit. Now that I actually had her in my bed, I’d be damned if this ended before it barely started. I had to slow this train down.

I pulled back and stared at her gorgeous face—dark-blue eyes you could drown in, pouty lips that would look phenomenal wrapped around my dick, high cheekbones with a slight blush to them, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that I’d never noticed before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m thinking about eating your pussy.”

Her giggle was like music to my ears as she buried her head in my chest. “Oh my god, don’t say that. It’s embarrassing.”

Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back. “I don’t want you ever to be embarrassed with me, especially when you come all over my face. Now take those panties off.”

She bit her lip. “So bossy.”

“I won’t ask twice,” I growled. “Next time, I’ll rip them off.”

“Not my new panties!” Charli quickly pushed them down and flung them off her feet to join the rest of our clothes.

I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me. “Sit on my face. I’d suggest you hold on to the headboard.”

Charli sat astride me, her tits nice and perky, and frowned. “I’m not sitting on your face. I’ll suffocate you.”

I reached up and pinched her nipple. “You let me worry about breathing, you just hang on tight.” With one fell swoop, I lifted her above my face .

“My god! Give me some warning,” she shrieked.

“I did. You didn’t listen,” I said with a smack to her ass. My mouth watered from the smell of her, and I didn’t waste another minute before burying my tongue in her pussy. Fucking sweet heaven. I lapped and licked and devoured her as she squirmed and muttered unintelligible words.

All of it music to my ears.

“Hold still,” I demanded with another smack. With her juices running down my chin, I held her hips and nibbled on her clit.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so good!”

Using the tip of my tongue, I ran it back and forth over the sensitive, swollen pleasure point, giving it a good lashing.

“Oh god… oh… shit…don’t stop! I’m gonna…”

And that was my cue. I stuffed two fingers in her pussy, crooking them in a come-hither motion while sucking her clit between my lips and giving it a good tug. Her walls clenched tight around my fingers as her body tensed and she let out a scream. My mouth worked double time to extend her orgasm and wring every bit of pleasure from her body.

When Charli came down from the high, her body sagged, and she collapsed onto my chest with a satisfied smile on her face that made her look as content and dazed as a cat that’d rolled in a field of catnip. “That was fucking incredible, Hunter,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

My name on her lips was a prayer and an answer all in one. “Oh, we’re not done yet.” I flipped Charli on her back and leaned over her to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer.

She hooked her fingers in my briefs and pulled them down my ass, releasing my rock-hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and gave it a long, slow rub from root to tip. A bead of precum glistened on the tip and she greedily lapped it up. Her tongue working its own magic tricks.

My length swelled and pulsed. “Bad girl. Did I give you permission to lick my cock? ”

Charli smirked at me and did it again, this time taking the whole head into her mouth and sucking it down her throat.

Pure fucking heaven.

Tingles ran down my spine and my muscles tightened. “Very bad girl.” I pulled away to roll the condom on. No way was I coming in her mouth when I’d waited this long to get her in my bed.

“Only in the very best way,” she said, reaching for my dick again.

I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head on the pillow. “You’re trouble, dollface. Knew it from the first moment I saw you.”

“And you’re not trouble?” she asked, spreading her legs farther apart.

“Oh, I think we both know that I am.” Talking was done. It was time to get to the fucking. I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in a couple of inches to let her body adjust to mine. Her pussy was so warm and tight it felt like she was made for me. Pure perfection.

Charli’s back arched as she bit her lip and moaned. “Don’t tease me, Hunter.”

“Think you can take all of me?”

“Yes. Please,” she gasped. “I need to feel you.”

It took every thread of control I had to ease into the warm well of her body instead of impaling her with one strong thrust. She wasn’t some random woman I met at the club. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did. I felt the need to care for her, to be gentle, to connect on a deeper level. Once fully seated, I stared down into her eyes. “You still good?”

“So good.”

Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers and ran my tongue along the seam. She opened and kissed me deeply as her legs wrapped around my waist. Our fingers twined together, and our hips began to move in the perfect rhythm. With every stroke in and out of her body, I rubbed against her clit, making her moan. “I’m not going to last long if you keep making those sounds.”

“We have all night. I’m not going anywhere,” she cooed.

Fuck it. I let go of her hands and grabbed the back of her thighs, practically tossing her legs over my shoulders. She let out a gasp when her ass lifted off the mattress, but not a single complaint. I grabbed her hips and pistoned into her body like a man on a mission, sweat dripping down my temple. “Play with your clit. I need you to come again.”

Her fingers worked furiously, rubbing in tight, little circles. “I’m… I’m gonna… come!”

Thank god! I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Her walls clenched around me, pulsing and squeezing my dick like a vise as she screamed my name. Sparks shot down my spine and my balls pulled tight. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and came so hard that spots dotted my vision. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me as I pumped my hips to wring out every last drop of cum.

“Holy fuck!” Charli shouted.

Holy fuck, indeed! Completely spent, I slipped out of her and fell to the side, huffing and puffing. Hands down, the best sex I’d ever had, and I’d had a lot of it.

Charli wiped the sweat from my head with the tip of her finger. “You alright there, old man?” she asked with a goofy grin taking up her whole face.

“I’m not old. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “I’m counting on it.”