Sinfully (10 page)

I know Tristen would make a great father and husband one day, no doubt in my mind.  I didn’t know if Cam and Tristen were soul mates, but I sure hoped he ended up happy down the road.  He truly did deserve it.

We took calla lilies down to the beach with us in remembrance of Cami.  By that time, Tristen and I didn’t need to say anything.  We had already talked about everything we needed to and just spent the time silently sitting on the beach, watching the waves crash, and paid our respects to my twin sister.  Every day that week, I felt like I had made progress in accepting what had happened.  There was no doubt in my mind that Cami and Ellie were looking down over us and protecting Tristen and me.

Tristen and I said our goodbyes and I promised to return soon.  I had filled him in on my situation with Payton and he understood why I was heading out to Vegas.

I made my way through security and boarded the plane on autopilot.  I couldn’t tell you the gate number or how long I waited before boarding.  I just kept replaying what Tristen had told me just hours before, trying to process the feelings I was having.  There was a whole new level of pain I felt and I kept imagining how different life would be if Cami hadn’t been pulled under.  She would have a newborn and I would have been the best damn uncle ever.  The fact that I would never see my sister again or meet my niece or nephew made me sick to my stomach and I suddenly felt so alone on a plane filled with seventy people. 

I
wanted
to see Payton which was a feeling that I’d never experienced with any of the other women I had been interested in.  I didn’t know what my grand plan was going to be when I found her, but I certainly didn’t feel like being a dick to her when I saw her.  I just hoped I was there in time and she hadn’t already moved on to her next conquest.  I wanted to feel her silky skin against mine and hear her moans as I moved in and out of her perfect, made-for-me body. 
Really, Ryder?  Get a hold of yourself.

I checked into one of the hotels Payton had hinted staying and clubbing at while in town and dropped my bags off and changed shirts before heading down to the casino floor.  Hearing the bonuses of the slot machines and seeing the bustling attitude from all around me got me into the right mindset and I headed down to one of the bars where I figured she would be.  The urge to see her was so strong, I couldn’t think of anything but feeling her against me again.

Chapter 7

Payton

I was up three hundred dollars for the night so far.  There were some pretty cute guys playing blackjack but I always got bored within a hand or two of that game.  I noticed it was always the tourists who set their sights on the blackjack tables.  It was simpler than Hold 'Em, Let It Ride, Mississippi Stud, or Three Card Poker, so it attracted the beginners much more.  I didn’t see the skill needed to play the game and the odds of the other games were better.  I could only be found at blackjack if the guy playing was TDF, with ‘tall’ and ‘fuckable’ being more important than the ‘dark’ part of the acronym.

While playing Texas Hold 'Em, I ended up talking with a slightly older gentleman; I was guessing he was pushing forty.  He was at least able to get me to laugh with his jokes about the game and his time in Vegas up to that point.  He was from Dallas and was quite the charmer like most Texas men.  I saw the wedding ring and knew he would be harmless fun for my time at the table.  I hit a full house and a few flushes but Craig, my table companion, hit quads on a twenty-five-dollar bet.  Needless to say, he was feeling very generous and offered to take me out to celebrate after we got finished at the tables.  I politely declined and waited another twenty minutes before excusing myself from the table and cashing in my chips.  I did not ‘do’ married men.

I made my way upstairs to freshen up and psyche myself up for heading to the club.  Dancing would do me some good.  I had already had three drinks, but figured once I had a few more at the bar, mission ‘forget Ryder by getting drunk and finding a new boy toy’ would be good to go.  
Okay, so I know the name could use some work, but go with it.

 I checked myself out in the full-length mirror and made note of my assets and of course my flaws.  I loved that I still had lean, toned legs that looked good in short dresses but hated that I had hips.  Finding dresses that accentuated my tits and flat stomach without drawing attention to them wasn’t easy, but I had found a style that normally worked well for me and stuck with it.  I needed to hit the beach more often to get more of a tan, but in the dark room, everyone seemed a shade or two darker so I wasn’t too worried. 

I needed to focus on my positives.  Looking myself over once again, I began to concentrate on my better areas.  My lips were shiny with gloss and my hair tousled to perfection.  My heels made my legs look even more toned and my ass looked amazing in the dress.  With a seductive smile, I realized I could totally find a guy to make me forget about my troubles and I was ready to hunt.

I stepped out of my hotel room, making sure it was locked and ran into a hard chest.  I politely excused myself, before turning around completely and looking up into familiar eyes. 
Holy shit, fuck a duck.
  I hadn’t seen him in almost two years and he had bulked up even more than last time I saw him.  He was so damn hot it led me to wonder if he was there alone again.  I crossed my fingers that lady luck was watching over me.

“Payton?   I did not expect to actually see you here!  Damn, girl, my memory does
not
do you justice.”  His grin made his dimple appear and I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Long time, Tate. Here on business?” I replied with slight nervousness.  He had been one of the few guys that gave me butterflies in my stomach.  He was also one of the few that I gave an exception for seeing more than one night.

“Bachelor party, actually.  Not for me, for my friend.  He’s actually getting married here tomorrow.  What brings you around?  The usual?”  He knew my routine in Vegas and he was fully aware he wasn’t the only guy I had slept with in the town.  When we were hanging out two years ago, he had point blank asked me if I had done that sort of thing before and I was upfront with how my vacations worked.   

“Just felt like I needed to get away.  I hadn’t been here in a while and needed a change of pace.”  We both entered the elevator and went to push the button at the same time, hands overlapping each other.  He grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, giving it a chaste kiss.  He had a grin on his face but didn’t say anything in response.  I’d forgotten how he could make me forget about the world around me when I looked into his stunning eyes.

He was adorably handsome.  Two years had been good to him.  His chest was swollen and his shirt was tight against his well defined arms.  I wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting me to say or do but I was not expecting to see him ever again.  Sure, I thought of him from time to time, but wasn’t prepared to see him that night.  I had my mind set on fresh meat, so to speak, but I couldn’t deny the strong urge to have him push up my dress and take me up against the elevator wall.

His hand slid to rest on my lower back but his fingers were creeping lower ever so slowly.  That was the Tate I remembered.  By the time the door opened, he was full on groping my ass, making his intentions clear.  I assumed from his actions that he was single but couldn’t be sure.  Tate urged me out of the elevator first, with his hand moving up only slightly as an older couple walked by.

“Where are you headed to now?  The guys and I are meeting up at Haze but I want to catch up.  I could use a little arm candy for the night if you want to join me.”

“I was actually headed to Haze myself.  I’ll walk with you, but don’t want to keep you from your friends.  Maybe dance with me once or twice, though?”

“Anything for you, baby.  Those douche bags won’t miss me anyway.  I just have to make an appearance and once they realize I’m gone, they’ll assume I found some chick to take upstairs.”

“Oh. Umm...”  He cut me off before I could get my thoughts together.

“Not that that’s the norm for me.  They have one thing on their minds this weekend and it’s pussy.  Maybe money, also, but that definitely comes second.  I don’t expect that from you, doll.”

By that time I was blushing furiously and had no idea how to respond.  Did I want Tate?  I felt the familiar attraction but didn’t feel sure about it.  He had gotten my mind off Ryder for a few minutes, though, so that’s a good sign. 
Fuck.  I’m thinking about him again
.  I suck at not thinking about him.

“It’s okay.  I know seeing each other wasn’t expected and let’s just see where the night takes us.  Sound good to you?  You can introduce me to your friends if you’d like.”  With that, he led me into the club with his hand on my lower,
lower
back and motioned me toward the VIP area where I saw eight just as handsome men taking shots with barely clothed women scattered in between them.  Of course he would have pretty friends.  I was betting they were all personal trainers or models by the looks of it. 

He motioned me to have a seat and immediately sat right next to me with his thigh rubbing against my own.  We knew each other’s triggers and subtle public affection was one of mine.  No one around us knew how turned on I was by his simple touch and I knew he would become more confident in his moves if he got away with it from the start.  He liked the risk of being seen, as well.  

Last time we were together, he led me to what I thought was a set elevators to head upstairs, but it ended up being a hallway used for employees and began unzipping his zipper as he pushed me against the wall.  I had already been ready for him to take me—upstairs in the confines of his room—and couldn’t protest when I felt his hard cock slide against my slippery entrance.  He could be such a loving, passionate lover at times but was also rough and dominant just as often.  After pulling out a condom and wrapping himself, he lifted me up then let me fall all the way down his shaft, inch by inch, filling me all the way and I couldn’t stifle my moans.  His long length and exquisite girth wasn’t something I had just found out about, yet it always took me by surprise.  He never let up until I felt him jerk inside me when my name escaped his lips.  Just as he started to pull out of me, a slot machine technician walked by with a huge-ass grin on his face.  I couldn’t tell you how long he had been there, but he didn’t seem like he would be one to stop us mid-session.  Our clothes were haphazardly put back in place, my lips swollen from Tate biting and sucking on them, and the worker had the damn nerve to high five Tate.  After the worker walked out of our sight, I tried being mad at him, but his cocky grin made me laugh and any negative thoughts were forgotten.  I did have marks on my back for the next week as a reminder, though.

“I would be lying if I told you I hadn’t thought about you, Payton.  I know what I was for you, and will take what I can, but I miss you.”  Tate’s hand moved up my thigh and met the edge of my dress and lingered there for a while.  He was such a flirt.  I hadn’t heard the banter going on between his friends, but realized they were attempting to bring me in on the conversation.

“Are you the infamous Payton?  Man, I feel like I’ve known you for years, girl.  Did you miss Tate enough to come back for more?” the guy across from me asked.  Tate 2.0 was an ass.  He looked so similar to Tate that he could have been his brother, but I knew from our past encounters that Tate didn’t have brothers. 

Why was Tate talking to his friends about me?

“Not cool, cuz.  You’ve had enough beer and girls for the night.  Why don’t you head upstairs and sleep it off?”  So
that
was why they looked familiar.  2.0 just smirked and flipped us off while he walked off to the dance floor to find his next victim.

“Sorry about Darren, he’s kind of a dick.  The rest of us aren’t so bad.  I’m Tyler, the groom and the one responsible for bringing these meatheads down to sin city.  It may not have been my best decision ever.”  He is sweet.  Blond hair, green eyes, and a laid back style made him approachable and I could see some woman falling head over heels for him.  He had one full sleeve of tattoos, and from the looks of it, he was probably hiding a dozen more.

The rest of the guys were preoccupied with their female companions for the night and Tyler suggested the three of us should hit the dance floor.  I was a bit worried that maybe Tyler thought he could have some fun with us on his last night of freedom.  Luckily, he must have been madly in love with his future wife because he danced around us but with no one in particular. 

I began moving with the music and as soon as
Candy Shop
by 50 Cent came on, I was lost to the music.  I loved that song and was surprised when Tate kept up with the moves.  There was something about a tall, muscled man getting down with the music that was just downright sexy.  I couldn’t help but grin as I felt him dance behind me.  He stayed behind me during the next song,
Dirty Dancer
by Enrique Iglesias, and he pulled me into his chest and kept a hand just below my breasts.  He moved with the rhythm and I could feel his arousal pushing up against my ass.  We didn’t say a word to each other while on the dance floor and we didn’t have to.  He wanted me.  I kept thinking that we could go back upstairs for a reunion, but instantly felt a twinge of guilt.  I brushed it off as nothing and tried to let the music drown out any unwelcome thoughts.  I knew Tate would be a good time and he was amazing in bed.  I just hoped we could still have the same arrangement as two years ago without him wanting more.  I was worried about that from what he had talked to me about earlier, but figured I would address the issue when it became one.

We separated a little as the song came to an end and I was able to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.  A little encouragement never hurt anyone, right?  He slid his hands from my shoulders down to my wrists and held me close.  He kissed me with tongue that time and I could hear the beginning of
Gorilla
by Bruno Mars come over the speakers and I couldn’t help but start dancing again.  Turning back around so my ass was pressed against the bulge in his pants, I felt hands on my hips and a rock hard chest against my back.  It was my favorite song at the time and I couldn’t help but get turned on by the lyrics and Bruno’s seductive voice.  He ground into me slowly and almost intimately with the rhythm of the music.  Looking up, everyone seemed to be turned on by the song as many were grinding up against someone.