Hot in the City 2: Sin City (24 page)

Holly laughed. “Sure, ditch me on my birthday.”

They all laughed, and Holly leaned in to kiss Diana on the cheek. “Have fun, you guys!” she said.

“You, too,” Diana told her, pulling away from her warmth.

“Don’t worry, I plan on it. A girl only turns twenty-five once.”

As Marc dragged her away, Diana asked, “Where are we going in such a hurry?”

“To your last surprise,” he said as they approached the crosswalk that led back to the Venetian, where he’d valet-parked his car.

“Hmm, that would have something to do with the bathing suit in my purse, right?”

He grinned. “Yes, and it would also have to do with spending some more time alone with you.”

She couldn’t deny liking the idea of that. Whereas, a couple of days ago, that sounded almost dangerous to her heart, she now didn’t care, and knew it was too late to worry about, anyway.

* * * * *

Once Marc got her back to his place, he told Diana to slip into her suit. A moment later, she returned from the bathroom in a stunning—and delightfully skimpy—white thong bikini. Her skin appeared tan against the bright white and her body looked killer in it. Her nipples jutted at the thin white triangles, showing dark rosy shadows through the fabric. He’d changed into swim trunks while waiting for her, and now he felt his cock beginning to make a tent in them.

He took her hand and led her from the condo. “Come with me.”

She didn’t ask where he was taking her, just smiled and followed. He loved that about her—that infinite trust she put in him, that total lack of fear. Even given his stint in the world of BDSM, he’d never been with such a truly devil-may-care woman, but he’d quickly learned it was a trait that excited the hell out of him.

Leading her on a short stroll on the walkways that led through his condo complex, he finally approached the gated entry to the pool. Reaching in his zippered pocket, he extracted the key Carter had gotten for him earlier today after Marc had told him what a hard time he was having getting Diana
alone
for sex. “It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed every minute of everything she and I have done with other people,” he’d explained to his friend, “but I want a night for just her and I, with no distractions.” The urge for that sort of private union with her had grown in him more and more, and when Carter had suggested the idea of some midnight sex in the complex’s lush pool area, Marc had been unable to resist.

As he unlocked the gate, she caught sight of the sign that said pool hours were strictly nine a.m. to nine p.m. “Are we cheating?” she asked, her eyes alight with mischief.

He grinned, nodded. “Since Carter helps out with some of the maintenance around here, he was able to get the key. Which means,” he said, drawing her along the path leading inside the pool area, “I finally get you all to myself, completely, with no interruptions, no distractions, no sharing.”

They came upon the curving edge of the pool, its banks partially hung with verdant green plants from above. The water sparkled in the moonlight and he could barely wait to get her in it.

“I thought you liked sharing me,” she said, wearing a typically coquettish smile.

He returned it as he gently pulled her toward the steps that led down into the cool blue pool. “I’ve loved sharing you, sweetheart. But tonight I want it to be just you and me.”
Making love
, he almost said, but stopped. Shit, when had he started using—even
thinking
—terms like that? He certainly couldn’t tell her that even as fun as their little threesomes and more had been, that over their days and nights together, he’d started to feel more and more jealous. Hell, maybe that was why he’d kept letting those liaisons happen—in hopes of proving to himself that he
could
keep sharing her and that he
didn’t
feel jealous. Except that he did.

It wasn’t an emotion he was accustomed to, so it hadn’t been easy to recognize, but even last night, while one part of him had reveled in watching her with Adrianna, another deeper, more hidden part of him had wanted to be the only person pleasuring her, wanted to be the only thing she could see. And now, tonight, he would have that.

Diana followed him willingly into the pool. The water was refreshing, but still warm enough that she could walk in right behind him. When she was immersed up to her waist, he turned to face her, sliding his arms around her. Wrapping her own arms about his neck, she engaged him in a hot, sexy open-mouthed kiss, licking delicately at his tongue. Beneath the water’s surface, his hard cock pressed warmly into the low cut front of her bikini bottom, making her ready for more.

He seemed to read her mind, leaning back and pulling her with him to create a small splash as he took them plunging into slightly deeper water. Diana took the opportunity to make a small dive under that brought her up with wet hair laying smoothly back over her head, her curls relaxing into soft waves. Marc followed suit, and when he resurfaced, he pinned her to the wall of the pool, the water hitting just below her breasts, and delivered another kiss, this one rough enough to elicit a little moan from her as its effects traveled her veins like a sweetly electrifying shock.

Their kisses grew longer, deeper, and Diana almost thought she’d be content to stand there and make out with him forever—his lips were so firm, the kisses they traded so heated and sexy. She understood why he’d brought her here; the atmosphere was conducive to seduction. The abundant greenery jutting out over the water, the palm trees sprinkling the landscape, and the vibrant flowering bushes all made the pool seem like a tiny oasis in the midst of this desert city. She took in the sweet scent of thriving foliage mixed with the perfume of blooming hibiscus as his hands made their way to her breasts.

Continuing to kiss her, he massaged her ever-sensitive mounds of flesh as she arched, pushing them more firmly into his kneading hands. Their lush surroundings made her want to soak up every ounce of sensation available to her.

Soon, he was pushing the narrow white triangles of her top aside, baring her breasts to his eyes, his hands, and the lovely breeze that wafted down through the palm fronds. Watching him gaze upon her, she bit her lip. “Why don’t you show them how much you like them?” she whispered.

Casting a quick, hot grin into her eyes, he molded her rounded flesh in his hands while bending to tenderly lick one protruding nipple. Diana released a joyful sigh as the tingling heat he delivered to her breast raced through the rest of her body. Moving to her other mound, he licked it, as well, this time more firmly, vigorously, finally attaching his mouth around her nipple, sucking her so thoroughly she felt it directly in her cunt.

“Hey, guys, surprise!”

Stunned, they both looked up to see Holly entering the pool area.

“What the hell…?” Marc began, still holding Diana in a loose embrace.

Holly only smiled. “Rick told us you had the key to your pool, so we thought we’d come join you.”

“Damn it,” he bit off, under his breath. “I had to make the mistake of mentioning where we were going.”

Diana couldn’t contain her light laugh. Every time they attempted to be alone, other people ended up intruding in their plans. While she, too, had really wanted to have some privacy with Marc, something about the situation struck her as almost comical. “I guess you
didn’t
mention wanting to be alone, though,” she said.

He grinned down at her. “I’m glad you’re so damned amused at my plan falling through.”

She smiled. “We’ll make the best of it. And…maybe if we’re nice to them, they’ll go away soon.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “I doubt that.”

“Hey, hey, we’re here, the party can start,” Blaine’s voice sounded.

“D’you find them, Holly?” Rick inquired before his eyes landed on Diana and Marc as he asked. “Looks like you did. Mmm, mmm, mmm, Diana—
very
nice
.”

“Oh!” He was talking about her boobs, so she lifted her palms to cover them, although they were much more than she could hide with her small hands. When Holly had spoken to her and Marc without even alluding to the fact that Diana’s breasts were fully exposed, she’d forgotten to be modest.

“Don’t worry,” Rick said easily, “we’re all friends here—no big deal.”

Just then, she spied Holly freeing herself from the shoulder straps of her clingy lavender dress, letting it drop to the tiling that surrounded the pool, revealing that she hadn’t worn a bra or panties under it. Her breasts were pretty, medium-sized with pale pink nipples that turned slightly upward; her pussy was shaved except for a small thatch of pale brown above her slit.

When Diana realized the guys were getting naked, too, she didn’t bother putting her top back into place. Instead, she simply went ahead and took it off completely, tossing it up on the edge of the pool.

“I don’t suppose,” Marc said, turning to the guys where they stripped off their shirts, ties, and suits, “it ever occurred to you jerks that I was taking Diana out of the casino and into the pool for some
privacy
.” She could tell he wasn’t really angry, just irritated.

Blaine stood at the edge of the pool in a pair of black underwear. Next to him, Rick struggled with his shoestrings, and Holly was gliding down the steps into the water, looking slightly drunk, very merry, and considerably sexy in her nudity.

“Sorry, dude,” Blaine said. “I, for one, did figure that out, but once it came up, these two were set on going swimming.”

“And hey, it
is
Holly’s birthday,” Rick chimed in, finally freeing himself of his shoes and dropping his suit pants. “You don’t want to disappoint a girl on her birthday, do you?”

Marc just looked at Diana, shook his head, rolled his eyes, and laughed—then turned back to his friends. “No, far be it from me to spoil someone’s birthday.”

Holly approached Diana in the water, addressing both her and Marc. “I decided I’d had enough gambling—I was sick of losing on my birthday, so Rick was sweet enough to buy me a couple of Long Island iced teas, and when he mentioned what you guys were doing, I suggested a skinny dip.” She came to lean up against the wall of the pool where Diana stood, lowering her voice slightly and speaking directly to her now. “I’m sorry if my timing was bad, though. I didn’t even think about this being a romantic thing for you guys or I wouldn’t have suggested it. I just wanted to have some more fun on my birthday.”

Diana couldn’t hold the ill-timed arrival against Holly—she was too fun and guileless and well-meaning. “I want you to have fun on your birthday, too, Holly, so forget about it. It’s perfectly fine. I’m glad you guys came.” That last part was a bit of a stretch, but she didn’t want Holly to feel bad.

Holly leaned over to give Diana another hug, this one a lot more intimate than the one at the casino, given that Holly was naked and Diana wore only bikini bottoms. Diana couldn’t help enjoying the soft, warm collision of their bodies, and she quickly became aware that they were both prolonging it. When they finally parted, Diana missed having Holly’s pretty breasts pressed up against hers.

“Thanks for being so sweet,” Holly said, then gave her a warm kiss on the lips. Diana instinctually kissed her back and when their soft lips separated, Holly backed away from her with a smile.

She turned it on Marc, who was approaching Diana from across the pool. “Lucky guy, Marc. Diana’s hot.”

He flashed a grin. “Don’t I know it.”

Diana caught a glimpse of the other two guys wading into the pool naked as Marc’s arms closed around her in a warm, wet embrace. A sensual light sparkled in his gaze. “You and Holly looked good together, sweetheart. If you want to play with her for a while, I don’t mind watching.”

She smiled into his warm brown eyes. “She’s very cute and attractive, but…tonight the only person I really want to play with is you.” To accentuate her words, she reached beneath the water’s surface and stroked his hard cock through his trunks.

Marc drew her into a series of long, warm kisses that thrilled her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. His erection pressed against her cunt and she wanted to fuck him so badly she could almost taste it—alone or not. Beyond them, she was vaguely aware of light laughter, some splashing sounds, the words, “Come here and let me tell you happy birthday the right way,” but her world centered on Marc.

“Tomorrow night,” she whispered, “you and me, alone. Doesn’t matter where—my place or yours. We won’t even go out. We’ll order room service or a pizza and we’ll fuck each other’s brains out all night long.”

He was nuzzling her neck, a soft chuckle escaping him. “That sounds
so
good, baby. I can’t wait.”

He kissed her again, a slow, deep meeting of tongues that nearly buried her alive.

When she happened to glance over Marc’s muscled shoulder, she caught sight of Holly making out with Rick in the pool. Blaine stood behind Holly, reaching around to caress her breasts. Drawing in her breath slightly, Diana looked at Marc and pointed. “It’s your lucky day,” she whispered teasingly, “since you like to watch so much.”

He cast a grin that seemed to say,
Very funny
, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping around Diana from behind as they both took in the scene.

The moment Holly’s lips broke away from Rick’s, Blaine said, “My turn,” and spun her around to face him. “Happy birthday, Holly.” As his kiss enveloped her, Holly put her arms around his neck and from what Diana could tell, Rick was rubbing against her in back, probably sliding his cock up and down her ass.