Worth the Risk (a Matthew Gray Gubler fanfic)

Chapter Thirty Three

Las Vegas: Day 2 (Tuesday)

The day started out like yesterday... me waking up Matthew so he can get ready. We both took showers, not together though. There is something so intimate about showers that I don't think we are ready for yet. You are in your most vulnerable state when showering and I'm just not ready for that. It sounds crazy, but I'm convinced I'm being rational. Don't judge.

We spent the day going to the Titanic Exhibition to see all of the artifacts that they had there. The history and the whole story behind the event is so interesting to me. It's interesting in the way that no one ever thought that the boat would sink. It was known to be very secure and yet it wrecked. The thought of dying alone, in the middle of the freezing cold ocean, is the scariest thought to me. One of my biggest fears is drowning. And suffocation because I'm the most claustrophobic human you will ever meet.

After the exhibit, we went to eat a late lunch, then lounged by the pool for the rest of the afternoon.

"You look fantastic in that bikini." Matthew says as we are both sitting in the lounge chairs.

I'm wearing a royal blue bikini. The bottoms sit right below my belly button and they are cheeky in the back. The top is a triangle top that ties at the neck and in the back. "Well thanks. I got it just for this trip." I giggle.

I swing my legs over the chair and reach for my bag to get some more sunscreen. My boobs are right in Matthew's vision. I look up, "Hey. You looking at my boobs, sir?"

"Yes. Yes I am. You need some help with that sunscreen?" He asks cheekily.

"Please."

I stand up, sunscreen in hand. Matthew pats the side of the chair and he sits up. I'm still standing and facing him, waiting for him to scoot over a little bit.

He looks at me and says, "Turn around for me."

I do as he says, feeling a sharp slap against my ass. I turn around quickly, "We are in public!"

"There are three other people here. Besides, I don't care. We are on vacation." He shrugs and I roll my eyes.

"Sit." He says

I sit down on the edge of the chair. Matthew grabs the sunscreen and rubs it over my shoulders, making sure it soaks into the skin. He rubs down my back and massages slightly. I close my eyes at the sensation. His fingers lightly graze where my bottoms sits. He moves back up to my top, grabs the strings, and whispers in my ear. "What would you do if I untied this? Right here and now?"

My eyes widen, "Don't you dare, Matthew."

"Why not? We should rent one of those cabana's over there. We could go in there and have some fun." He puts his hand on my hip, grasping it tightly. "I would pull this top off of you, then your bottoms. Taking my time, letting my eyes take in your body. I would lay you down on that lounge chair, and take you. All of you. No one would ever know."

My face turns red as his hand that was once holding the strings to my top, flattens out on my stomach. Right above my bottoms. His pinky tracing the skin where the waistband is. "I don't know about that."

"Haley, baby. Just think. It would be us, in public. How sexy is that?"

Heat rushes to my face, he kisses my shoulder. My mind rolls with all of the possibilities... like getting caught. They could kick us out of the hotel if they caught us doing that.

Ah fuck it.

"Okay fine. But only because I'm feeling a bit adventurous." I guess it's not that adventurous to some people, but it is to me.

"Great. I will be right back." He gets up to pay the cabana guy.

He is gone for a couple of minutes. I notice a few teenage girls that just got to the pool. As they pass Matthew, they stare at him. The girls giggle as they pass him, making me cringe. Before he makes it back to me, the girls stop him and try to make conversation. Oh hell no. I get up from my chair and walk towards him.

"Hey baby. Did you get the cabana?" I say to him, grabbing his arm and ignoring the girls.

"Yeah I di-"

"Oh! Who are these girls?" I turn to them.

Their eyes widen, and one of them speaks up. "Sorry. Didn't know he was with someone." She says with a smart-ass tone.

"How bold of you to assume he was alone. Clearly you girls are young, I'm guessing 15... 16 at the most. So, why don't you guys go find your parents, instead of trying to flirt with a grown man. Okay?" It's my turn to have an attitude.

The girls start to speak up, obviously they were going to try to defend their age. I ignore them and grab Matthew's hand, pulling him towards one of the cabanas. When we get in there, I push him down on the lounge chair. I turn around dramatically, knowing that the girls are still looking, and pull the curtain shut.

I turn around to face Matthew, his mouth is hanging open. "God that was hot."

"Well I'm sure they know what we're doing in here. So, let's get busy." I straddle his lap and attach my lips to his. Not wasting anytime, he grabs the strings to my bikini top. He unties them and I let the top fall off. His lips leave mine and trail down my neck. They land on my breasts, he lightly sucks on my left nipple. His left hand kneads my right breast, making me moan at his touch. I grind my hips into his as I feel him harden underneath me. I stand up to pull down my bottoms. He watches me as I pull them down.

"Jesus." He breathes out.

Matthew jumps up from his spot on the chair. He lets me pull down his shorts. Then he says, "Turn around and bend over."

I do just that, and I feel him thrust inside of me. It was sudden, but not something that I wasn't prepared for. His movements are quick, full of want and need. My face is buried into the cushion which helps with the sound of my moans. Just as I'm getting close, Matthew grabs a fistful of my hair. He pulls me upright and whispers in my ear, "Touch yourself, now."

I bring my hand down to my sensitive spot, rubbing light circles. He seems to like that, because I hear him moan in my ear. With my orgasm fast approaching, and his as well, we both pick up the pace. His thrusts become sloppier as I reach my climax. He puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my gasps and moans. Matthew comes soon after me but still keeping a grip on my body, to steady both of us. We regain ourselves, we let go of each other, and sit down on the chair.

"That was hot. We could've gotten caught but I don't even care. God, what and adrenaline rush." I exclaim with excitement.

"I told you. Don't doubt me, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? He's only ever said that to me, maybe once. I know I tend to take things out of proportion but that's a new nickname. It's usually baby. Not that I mind either one. I don't know. I'm just overthinking again...

He looks at me with a smile on his face. I laugh, "You okay there?"

"I'm fucking fantastic after that. How about we go upstairs to the room and order room service for dinner. How does that sound?"

I smile, "That's great. As long as we can get some fruit. I really want fruit."

"Of course." We both grab our clothes and put them back on.

When we walk out of the cabana, those teenage girls are sitting at a table across from the cabana. I give them a smile, grab Matthew's hand, and walk away with my guy.

I guess you could say that day two was a success.