What Happens In Vegas

Twelve

T W E L V  E

EVANGELINE

Beckett and I (along with 120 others) watched with smiles as Hazel married her best friend. It was obvious that they were insanely happy and it made me feel an ounce of hope; for what, I have no idea. We ate, drank, and danced late into the night until we saw off the bride and groom to their honeymoon. Saying goodbye to Hazel was one of the hardest things I'd ever done, both of us knowing I wouldn't be here when she got back. If things didn't work out, there was no way that I would stay in that apartment with Hazel and my new brother anyway; I'd feel like I was an intruding third wheel all the time.

I'll just cross that bridge when I come to it.

Beckett and I were now seated next to each other on an airplane that was descending down into the great state of California and I had no idea what to expect.  

"You're nervous," he stated.

I looked at him with the most sarcastic face I could muster. "No shit."

He laughed and quickly kissed my cheek. "It'll be alright." He looked down at his phone and sighed, atuffingnit in his pocket. "I'm going to spend the day with you, helping you settle in, but the office has gone crazy in my absence it would seem, so I'll be back at work in the morning."

"Oh." For some reason I was a little disappointed and also scared. I'd never been to California and he was going to leave me alone tomorrow.

"I'll get done as soon as I can and then we can do some sight seeing, alright?"

I nodded and looked out the window at the oncoming landscape. God, I'm crazy for this. Once we landed, Beckett quickly ushered us away and into a nearby limo. "What about the luggage?!"

"Relax, it's being taken care of. I told the limo to pull around so that we didn't have to go through all those blood thirsty reporters."

And for a split moment I forgot he was practically famous. "Oh. Okay." We weaved in and out of people, Beckett practically dragging me everywhere until we got outside and all but ran to the limo doors. "Well," I started, a little out of breath, "that was interesting."

Beckett smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, I just really don't want you in the spotlight right now; I don't think you'll be very comfortable with it."

A foreign emotion fluttered in my heart and I caught to suppress it. He was so thoughtful. "Thanks." The driver slipped into his seat and gave Beckett a nod before the window between cabs was closed and we drove of into sunny California. My cheeks began to flush slightly at why the driver had closed that window and I glanced at Beckett for any indication that he was up to something.

He smirked. "It was closed for privacy of conversation, you nasty girl." I felt my cheeks heat up hotter than a desert sun. "But if that's what you want, I have no qualms with giving you what you desire." He placed his large hand on my thigh and squeezed, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my pussy. Shit, was I going to have limo sex with Beckett??? Judging by the look on his face, he didn't mind, but what did my face say? "We don't have to if you aren't comf-"

I had no idea what came over me, but I grabbed his face and brought our lips together in heated passion. His hands went to my waist, pulling me on top of his cargo shorts. I hastily unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed up my neck. We rid each other of our tops and he sprung into action, unsnapping my bra with ease and taking one nipple into his mouth while he massaged the other. My fingers knotted through his hair as I shamelessly grinded my core over his. Beckett grunted and switched sides, setting a faster tempo and sending me up the path of climax. He left my chest and quickly laid me down on the seats, slipping out of his shorts and boxers, then ridding me of my jeans and thong.

"You're so beautiful, Angel," he whsipered as he began to climb over me.

"Beck," I whined, clawing at his back. "I need you."

He grinned and entered me, the wondrous sensation of being filled washed over me as I moaned, gripping his shoulders. "Oh, yes!" He set a pace that he knew would drive me crazy; not too slow, but not fast enough for me to cum. He kissed me and intertwined our tongues, his fingers rubbing against my clit.

"Now, darling, you can't make a sound or Jon will hear us, and we wouldn't want him to know what we're up to back here, would we?" I shook my head and he chuckled, quickening his pace, driving me crazy. "Good girl." I bit my lip, trying hard not to moan as he applied more pressure to my swollen clit. "You look so gorgeous like this, taking my cock and trying so hard not to make any noise. We both know what a struggle that is for you."

I glared at him and raked my nails down his back which only turned him on the more. Beckett drilled me harder and faster than ever, I felt him everywhere on my body, there was no part of me where he wasn't. I felt the pressure building in my abdomen and pussy, begging for release that Beckett quickly gave. Within a few short strokes he was over the edge as well, filling me with his ecstasy. The only sound that could be heard was our labored breathing as Beckett somehow managed to hold himself above me, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead and back.

"We need to get dressed, we'll be at the condo soon."

I nodded and we moved to do just that, my hands and thighs slightly shaking. I just had sex in the back of a limo.

And it was fantastic.