Page 3 of Keep Vegas

“Not today.” I roll my eyes, and Maggie covers her mouth to cover her laugh. They’re all standing staring at me, wondering what is happening. Maggie knows me, so she might be worried about what I’ll say to this stranger. She’s been my best friend since nursery school when this kid we called Booger Boy took her pudding, and I made him give it back.

“Then surely, good woman, you have a magical power to withstand the evil forces of your current abode. You are of hardy stock. And it seems you’re putting me under some sort of spell.”

Good woman? I gotta see this guy. I hear something like a party in the background. Hopefully it’s not a pervy teacher.

“Why don’t you come down and meet my coven? Or I could hex you.”

“How large is your coven? Tell the truth, so that I may gather enough merry men in my band and call upon you.”

I crack up. “There are five of us, Robin Hood.”

“You can call me Tony. And we’re much nobler than a mere robber.”

“I’m imagining a round table where you all circle jerk each other. Am I close?”

He laughs, big and bold. There’s a flicker of something in me that’s proud I made this guy laugh. I can’t explain it, but I will ride this high for a second or two.

“Then anon, milady, or whatever your village calls you.”

“Makenzie, but you can call me Mak.”

“Makenzie, but you can call me Mak- I believe I’ll use Mak and we shall be together henceforth. I’ll bring supplies and my men. Good knights all, but some be surly. Be warned.”

“Not scared. We’re protected by forces beyond your comprehension. Better bring your runes to gird your loins and as much mead as you can carry.” My lips curl into a smile, and everyone stares at me.

“Looking forward to it. I do enjoy a good verbal joust.”

I hang up and look around at the stunned women. “What?” I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my hair back. I pick up my favorite red lipstick and apply it. Then toss it to my new and seemingly nervous friend, Lizzie. I pull on a pair of leggings.

“Tony and his friends are on their way down.”

Maggie asks with a leading side eye, “Who’s Tony?”

I shrug. “We’ll find out.”

tony

This girl is toe to toe. She’s right there with me. After Danny and Lizzie peeled off from the group moments after laying eyes on each other, Mak found us all a club. Colton is already slow dancing with some chick named Maggie as the beat bangs.

Like taking candy from a baby, Colt’s going to lose the bet already.

I toss a picture in the Boston Brother’s text chain so they have proof of the girl Colt will go all in on.

Kris and Tex are dancing just as hard as Mak and me. We’re sweating and jumping in the crowd to some French techno crap. Every time the beat drops, I love the high of release and the fucking surge of adrenaline. I can’t stop thinking about touching Mak and dancing. I’ve stripped down to a white t-shirt that’s now soaked through, having tossed my emerald colored sweater somewhere. Her dark, sleek bob is swinging around her face. Her deep brown eyes never leave my body. Mak removed her hoodie about an hour ago and she’s dancing around in a black ribbed tank top and leggings. She’s slender up and down, but her tits fit on her body perfectly. I want them in my mouth, or just in front of my face.

We’ve done shots of every color, and I’m pretty sure Colt will have technicolor puke in about an hour. He can’t handle the off-color liquors, the green, blue, or hot pink. I don’t know what the hell we’ve had, but I do know if I don’t take her soon, I’m going to pop a nut right on the fucking dance floor. We can’t stop pawing at each other. She’s got a permanent sly little grin. Her red lipstick has worn off and stained her lips a dark pink. It’s everything I could dream of wanting wrapped around my cock.

Our hands are all over each other while we grind. She keeps biting her bottom lip. When the music slows, she slides her arms around my neck. She’s ready and I’m ready. I stare into her eyes, about to move us to the next phase of fucking. Brown eyes aren’t usually this fucking gorgeous. Maybe it’s just her. She’s breathing heavily, and I lean in as Maggie crashes into us.

Cockblocker.

“Mak! Help me. Stop me. I want to climb on this guy, and I don’t do that.” She tosses her arms in the air. I hope she’s ready to pick out curtains and start saving for their future. Danny and I have always been the one and done type, but not Colt.

Mak walks away with Maggie, and I’m left on the dance floor alone. I look around, and a big-tittied blonde puts her hands on my biceps, pulling my focus from Makenzie. She’s DTF, I can tell, and I know I could. But my dick shrinks back as she touches me. There’s something about that raven-haired hottie that’s already locked up my sex drive. I lean into the bubbly blonde to tell her I’m not interested as she grinds on my thigh. Next thing I know, her shirt is yanked backward, and she with it. Mak stands in a power pose and points to the edge of the dance floor. The blonde looks totally surprised, and I bite my inside lip to keep from laughing. Mak points to me then wags her finger at the blonde. Then she turns to me. Her straight hair swings and there’s a wild look in her eyes. Like recognizes like. I know just what this one needs, and it’s reassurance that a catfight was indeed warranted.

She skips the four steps to me, and I see her launch. I put my arms out like we’re in fucking Dirty Dancing. She leaps into them, wrapping her legs around me, and before she’s even in position, I take her mouth. I kiss the fuck out of her. I don’t wait to seduce the kiss into something deeper.

I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She pushes right back, and our lips collide in the most fantastic kiss I’ve ever been part of. With our teeth gnashing and tongues thrusting, we try to get into each other’s space even further. My cock springs to life. Fuck, I think my life just sprang to life with Mak in my arms. But my cock needs more attention than my life right now, so I return to the idea of fucking her.