All or Nothing (6 page)

I am laying on a lounger with my red bikini
on, my iPhone is playing music through my ear buds and I am full from the food
I ingested an hour ago.  I am not concerned about the wedding party as they
will all hopefully be attending the ceremony about now so feel totally chilled
out.  A shadow falls over me and I shield my eyes as I glance up, my green eyed
sex machine is regarding me in his grey suit the jacket hooked on his finger
over his shoulder his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves.

I pull the ear buds out and grin shyly ‘hi’

‘Well hi yourself, you look delicious’ he
mumbles as he places his jacket on the next sunbed and sits on the edge of mine
‘so, my meeting’ he begins and I sit up on my elbows to listen.

‘Yes?’ my eyes widen in interest.

‘You see that building there’ he points to
a space off of the swimming area.

‘Yes’ I reach for my sunglasses to view
where his finger has directed.

‘That is the Conference Centre, where I
have been sitting drawling for the past hour’ he raises an eyebrow and I
realize what he is attempting to enlighten me with. 

I giggle ‘so what you are suggesting is
that you haven’t enjoyed the view?’ I bat my eyelashes at him and his lips
twitch.

‘I have and so have my colleagues, that is
quite a body you have their Miss Stephens’ his gaze moves across my chest ‘and
quite a tiny bikini!’

‘Why Mr Fitzgerald why don’t you squeeze
into some budgie smugglers and join me’ I suggest playfully, ‘we could explore
the water together’ I wink and he chuckles.

‘The water sounds good’ he murmurs ‘we have
plans in a while, a surprise’

‘A surprise?’ I flush embarrassed. 

He regards me and frowns ‘has no one ever
spoiled you?’ I shrug embarrassed that no, no one has.

‘Ok, well we are leaving at 3pm so I may
just find those budgie smugglers you are fantasizing about and join you for an
hour’ he leans down and kisses me gently ‘don’t go anywhere’ he whispers before
he is gone.  I order a couple of cocktails and lay back sighing at how
astonishingly well this trip has gone after all, what more could a girl ask
for?

We spend the next hour and a half drinking
cocktails and splashing around in the water, for a businessman Grant is so much
fun.  He wasn’t impressed with the girlie cocktail I ordered that was pink so
ordered a Long Island Iced Tea as he felt it was manlier.  He dressed in a pair
of designer shorts rather than budgie smugglers insisting he did not wish to promote
a feeling of inadequacy in the other gentleman.

We returned to the room to shower sometime
later in preparation for our trip, I am flushed with the sun and the alcohol. 
I walk into the bathroom to shower to find Grant already in the cubicle, I open
the doors and slide in rubbing my hands all over him in the pretense of helping
him wash.  He turns and grins at me before grabbing me and pushing me up
against the cool tiles, ‘what can I do for you?’ he enquires politely.  I wrap
my legs around his middle and gaze intently into his glorious green eyes, he
takes a sharp breath as I lean down and nibble his ear lobe. ‘I can think of a
few things’ I murmur rubbing my moist core against his erection as my insides
tingle, my heart flips as he gives me the dark dangerous stare informing me
that I will regret my words.

‘Tut, tut Abi, you know what happens when
you demand things from me’ he growls as he lowers me onto his erection slowly,
‘I will have to stop at the most inopportune moment’ he gasps as I circle his
penis closing his eyes for a second.  He bends and bites my nipple hard and I
cry out before he licks it gently, my moist sex clenches against his solid
shaft in reaction.

‘Oh yes, you like that’ he murmurs giving
the other nipple the same treatment.

‘Yes’ I call as he lifts me up and thrusts
into me ‘Grant!’

I continue circling as he holds me from
underneath slipping a finger in my back passage as I thrust down onto him, ‘oh
god’ I shout out at the fullness that I am experiencing my orgasm building
instantaneously.

‘You like that?’ he whispers as I thrust
down again and again as he pants ‘come with me Abi’ and I thrust down once more
before exploding around him over and over as he empties himself into me.

I pant, my whole body tingling with the
sensation ‘you trying to kill me?’ I place my head on his shoulder as I slide
down his body.

‘Gosh, we could hold up here for a week and
I still would want more of you’ he pulls me closer into him and sighs ‘we have
thirty minutes’ he informs me kissing me gently.

‘Don’t let go yet, my legs are wobbly’ I
mumble into his neck and he chuckles holding me tight.

The surprise turned out to be a helicopter
trip around the Grand Canyon which was inspirational, this trip will remain
with me for the rest of my life not only because of the superb sights but for
the wonderful man that introduced me to them. 

I sigh as we are driving back to the hotel,
my head on Grant’s shoulder his arm wrapped around me. ‘What was that for?’ he
squeezes me.

‘Our trip is over’ I turn to him ‘I just
want to thank you for everything, for de-flowering this Vegas virgin’ I smile
at him ‘and giving me glorious memories for the cold evenings’ I take his face
in my hands and pour all my gratitude into that one kiss.  It feels as though
we are kissing that one kiss the duration of the journey back until the driver
stops outside the hotel.  My eyes are heavy with lust, my lips swollen with the
ferocity of the kiss as I glance up to our surroundings.  I take a deep breath
and smile weakly at Grant who also looks totally disorientated by the passion
of the kiss.

‘You want dinner’ he croaks.

‘Room service to celebrate our last evening
together?’ I whisper and he nods smiling.

‘Sounds good to me’ he clears his throat.

We enter the foyer of the hotel hand in
hand, me in my shorts and vest top and Grant in jeans and a black t-shirt, we
look sun kissed and happy.  As we pass the Piano Bar I notice some of the
wedding party glaring in our direction. 

Grant’s lips are tight as I feel him tense,
‘leave it, it is their problem’ I murmur quietly and he glances towards me
nodding.  It isn’t until we have passed them that I notice Scott and a woman in
a passionate clinch in the middle of the corridor against a wall.

Grant squeezes my hand and I turn and smile
impassively towards him, ‘its fine’ I assure him ‘that’s about as exciting as
it gets believe me unless you enjoy Saturday night sex with the lights off’ I
grin up at him.  His lips twitch as I fail to notice that Scott has overheard
my comment and swings around to face me his face pink with fury his eyes
flashing dangerously.

‘Maybe that’s because you are a slutty
whore’ he fumes in my direction.

I feel Grant pull away from me but I stand
in front of him willing him to stop my hands on his chest, I turn to Scott
‘Slutty Scott or sexy? There is a difference’ the woman he is with snarls at me
‘please, you have nothing I want!’

‘You stay away from her you uneducated
idiot’ Grant fumes his voice chips of ice. 

‘Or what?  You don’t even know her just
some broad you picked up in Vegas’ he laughs he has obviously consumed a fair
amount of alcohol throughout the day.

‘Known her long have you?’ Grant points to
the woman beside him and she flushes ‘Abi has more class than the pair of you
combined, come on sweetheart’ he pulls me towards the elevator.

‘You can pay for the room’ Scott yells over
to me.

‘So mature Scott!’ I hold a hand up
embarrassed that we have resorted to a slanging match in a hotel.

‘You ok?’ he growls ‘I realize this is
nothing to do with me Abi, but I want to take that fucker down a peg or two’ 

‘I know and thank you for defending me but
it isn’t worth it believe me’ I kiss him gently ‘at least I will be home a day
earlier than him to remove all my belongings without all the dramatics’ I shake
my head.

‘Don’t let it spoil our evening’ he wraps
me in his arms ‘I have had the greatest time’ he informs me and I grin up at
him.

‘Me too, the absolute best’

Bella and I enter into her flat and place
my belongings in the corner of the living room for now.  When Bella had
returned home and informed Lucy she had been looking at rooms for me Lucy had
suggested that I take on the rest of her lease enabling her to move onto the
next chapter of her life.  Apparently Lucy’s boyfriend had proposed and suggest
she move in until the wedding, but Lucy was worried as she had signed a year
lease and would therefore be forced to wait another six months until moving
out.

So as far as I was concerned life had
rewound six months and I couldn’t have been happier!  I was back sharing with
Bella and life could continue.  Lucy had removed some of her belongings but her
fiancé was returning in the morning to remove the rest although Lucy assured me
that I could move straight into the room as she had been staying at Ted’s since
he proposed anyway.

‘So you’re Grant….very sexy’ Bella murmurs
from across the sofa holding her coffee cup in-between her hands whilst she
regards me intently.

‘Not so much my Grant’ I mumble my mind
refusing to go there, the flight back had been quiet we were both tired neither
of us slept the previous night preferring to spend our last hours enjoying room
service, drinking champagne and exploring each other’s bodies.  We sat with our
hands entwined for the entire journey and our goodbye was painful despite the
fact I was prepared. 

After introducing him to Bella who gazed up
at him with eye’s round and lustful he had turned to me and tipped my chin,
‘you take care Abigail Stephens’ and kissed me thoroughly right there in
arrivals.  Bella had discreetly disappeared leaving me groaning into Grant’s
lips for the last time, he released me amused and I had smiled back to him,
‘thank you for saving me’

His eyes darkened as he replied ‘anytime!’

‘Looked that way to me’ Bella utters
jolting me back to today ‘his eyes were eating you up’

I sigh, ‘don’t Bell’

‘But I don’t understand it, you are both
single and enjoy each other’s company why can you not continue your affair in
London?’

‘Because I have just come out of a long
term relationship and need some time to rediscover myself. Somewhere along the
line Scott sucked all the life out of me’

‘I know’ she utters quietly ‘just seems a
shame’

‘Hmmm’ I murmur.  Grant had never actually requested
to see me again anyway it was just a given that what we experienced was a
holiday fling, ‘you know what they say….what happens in Vegas’ and I smile at
the memories.

‘Good?’ she raises an eyebrow.

‘You have no idea’ I exhale a breath.

‘I need a week with a Grant’ she whines and
I giggle.

‘Right let us get these boxes sorted’ I
instruct pushing Grant reluctantly to the back of my mind.

Six weeks later it is as if the past
eighteen months have never happened Bella and I have reverted back to our
routines and I am happy and optimistic for the future.  I hear nothing further
from Scott and for this I am grateful, our social circles couldn’t be further
away from each other so there was no chance of bumping into him.  Bella and I had
collected my belongings on the way back from the airport and I posted the keys
through his letterbox, end of an era. 

I find my mind regularly drifting back to
Grant and each time my insides somersault and I experience an aching feeling
within, he will always remain my happy place.

‘There is a new club opening in Soho
Saturday, you want to be my plus one?’ Bella shouts out from her room.

‘Yeah sure, is it a prospective venue?’
Bella is an event’s organizer and regularly gets invited to openings of new
clubs to tempt her into suggesting the venues to clients.

‘Possibly, quite upmarket more of a wine
bar really’ she enters the room ‘we could do with a night out’ she murmurs.

‘What you mean last weekend wasn’t wild
enough for you?’ I cock an eyebrow ‘and a certain gentleman called Mike?’

Bella blushes ‘he is pretty incredible!’
she mumbles.

‘You seeing him again?  Why don’t you
invite him as your plus one?’ I suggest.

‘Because he will be attending anyway, it
was him that invited me he is the finance guy on the project’ she throws me a
sly smile.

‘Aw so not so much you fancy a night out
with your best pal then?’ I tease her.

‘Always’ she assures me with a smile ‘bit
of moral support maybe?’

‘Sure, it didn’t appear as if you required
any moral support Bella your tongue was so far down his tonsils….’

‘Abigail Stephens how crude’ she teases
giggling.

‘If I am wrong stop me’ I join in with the
laughter.

As we approach the club on Saturday evening
we are already two Mojitos down stopping for refreshments along the way.  I am
wearing one of Bella’s designer numbers which is light blue in color reaching
mid-thigh scooping low on the chest reveling my ample breasts and I have my
nude heels and clutch bag.  I have straightened my hair leaving it loose and
apply a liberal amount of black eyeliner sweeping it up from my upper lids, I
add mountains of mascara along with some nude lip gloss and I am ready for
action.  Bella has pushed the boat out and purchased a Lipsy dress which is
entirely backless but reaches high around her neck at the front, it also
reaches mid-thigh and sparkles as she walks, she has my red heels and clutch
bag to add color and pulled her blonde hair to a high ponytail.