What Happened After Vegas? (Unexpected Love #2) (9 page)

He
continued kissing her neck, kneading her breasts, and rubbing her
clit. She could feel his cock harden against her back. He moved his
finger down. She felt him rest at her entrance and thrust her hips
forward. He smiled against her neck but didn't enter her.

"You're
so wet, baby," he whispered. "You want to come don't you?"

She
nodded slowly.

"Words,
baby," he said.

"Please,
Cliff," she whimpered.

"Are
you going to tease me again?" he asked.

She
remained still.

"Rachel,
baby," he whispered. "Are you going to tease me again?"

She
nodded yes, but quickly stopped herself. He let out a laugh.

"At
least your honest," he said with a smile. "I really enjoy
spending time with you. Do you enjoy spending time with me?"

Cliff
entered her with his finger and pulled it back out.

"Ah,"
she moaned.

She
nodded and moved her hips against him.

"Please,"
she begged. "I. Need. You."

Her
words left her mouth slowly. She was going to explode if he didn't
let her come. When she moved her own hand toward her clit, he grabbed
it with his.

"I
don't think so," he said in a stern voice. "Every single
one of those orgasms is mine this weekend. Do you understand me?"

She
nodded but let out a loud breath.

"I
need you," she said.

"Are
you done teasing me?" he asked. "Should I make you come
with my fingers, baby?"

"Yes,"
she cried out.

Cliff
played with her nipple and thrust his finger into her, keeping his
palm against her clit. Her hips bucked forward against his hand. He
added another finger and slammed into her pussy fast and deep. When
he hooked his fingers inside of her, she cried out his name and came
hard around them.

"Fuck,
Cliff," she yelled out. "Oh, fuck."

He
continued moving in and out of her, as he kissed her neck. It seemed
like the longest orgasm she had ever had as she rode it out. Her body
went limp against his and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Turn
around," he commanded.

While
she turned around, he grabbed a condom from the side of the tub. She
hadn't even seen him put them there. He rolled it over his length,
reached out, and pulled her onto his lap. When he leaned forward and
took her nipple into his mouth, she cried out again. He reached
forward and played with her clit, as he took her nipple between his
lips and grazed it with his teeth. She grabbed the back of his head
and held him to her. He pulled her hips forward until he was at her
entrance and eased her down over him. She moaned and let herself move
lower until he was filling her completely. Her hands went back on his
thighs and her back arched. She moved slowly at first taking him in
and out of her. His head went back against the wall as she rode him a
little quicker. She felt his hips move as he met her thrust for
thrust. He felt so damn good inside of her. She could feel him harden
even more as she took him deep inside. He sat up and pulled her up to
meet him. His arms wrapped around her, and he slammed up into her
over and over. She was moaning and calling his name. His hands went
to her hips. He held her firm and thrust into her so deep she
couldn't hold back.

"Oh,
fuck," she cried out. "Don't stop. Harder, baby. I need you
so bad."

That
was all it took. He held her even tighter and slammed into her as
deep and hard as he could as she cried out and came around his cock.
He continued pumping into her as he found his own release. She
collapsed on him with her arms around his shoulders. He held her
until they were both able to breathe again. Slowly, he moved her off
of him, got out of the tub, took care of the condom, grabbed a towel,
helped her up, dried her off, and got her to the bed before drying
off himself. Rachel watched his naked body move around the room until
she felt the bed dip beside her.

"Are
you going to tease me again, baby?" he asked.

"If
that's what happens when I tease you, I most definitely will,"
she answered, before closing her eyes and drifting off.

When
she opened her eyes, she was alone in the huge bed, and the sun was
coming through the drapes. It took her a moment to remember where she
was. When she looked at the clock, she was shocked to see it was ten
o'clock. She never slept in that late. Where was Cliff, she wondered?
When she got up to go to the bathroom, she saw a note on the table
next to the bed.

Rachel,

I
had an early meeting. You looked so comfortable. There was no way I
was going to wake you up. Order room service. There's also a
restaurant in the hotel. Relax at the pool. I'll be back as soon as I
can get out of there.

Cliff

Rachel
did exactly what he said. She ordered room service before taking a
quick shower. When she was finished eating, she went down to the pool
with her digital reader. That was where he found her a few hours
later.

They
spent the rest of the day at the pool and cooking another delicious
meal together. Rachel enjoyed it more than she would have if he had
taken her out. They fell asleep after watching a movie snuggled
together on the couch.

Saturday
was their day to see some sites. They went to the Detroit Institute
of Arts and had an amazing time looking around. Rachel picked out a
few prints she wanted to get for her classroom. Cliff refused to let
her pay for them.

"I
agreed to let you take me out for the weekend. That does not include
things for my class," she snapped on her way out to the car.

"You
said I could pay for everything this weekend. There were no rules on
what counted and what didn't. I let you pay for lunch that day. I
don't want to hear another word about it. It makes me happy to do
things for you. Can't you just accept that?"

She
huffed but didn't argue with him. He drove to an Italian restaurant
one of the guys in his meeting told him about. It was a tiny hole in
the wall but was supposed to have amazing food. It did not
disappoint. On the drive back to the hotel, Rachel spotted a cute
miniature golf course off the freeway and pointed it out to Cliff. He
laughed as he got off the freeway and found his way to where she had
shown him.

"You
are amazing," he said. "Do you know that? I don't think
there has ever been a time I have taken a date to an art museum to
appreciate beautiful pieces of work and then taken her miniature
golfing only hours later. You are honestly a breath of fresh air."

"When's
the last time you played golf?" she asked.

"Golf
or miniature golf?" he questioned. "I played golf last
week. I'm not too shabby either. I couldn't tell you the last time I
played mini golf. It's been many years."

"Do
you think your high powered lawyer rear can beat me?" she asked.

He
looked into her eyes and couldn't help but laugh. She was being
serious.

"Are
you laughing at me?" she asked in a serious tone. "You
really think I'm no competition, don't you?"

She
could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"I
didn't say that," he said. "I play golf all the time."

"Yes,"
she said. "You don't play mini golf all the time. There's a
difference, Cliff."

"Okay,"
he said. "If you say so."

Was
he messing with her, or was he being serious, she wondered? Rachel
swung her car door open and was waiting for him at the back of the
car. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her shoulders were
pulled back. When he joined her at the back of the car, he had a
smile on his face. That aggravated her even more.

"I
hope you brought your A game with you, mister. Prepare to get your
ass whipped."

Rachel
walked off to the small building to get their balls, scorecard, and
putters. She turned to cliff.

"This
I'll let you pay for," she said, as she grabbed her stuff and
walked toward the first hole.

"So,
this is a serious game then?" he asked.

"Oh
yes," she answered. "It's very serious."

By
the time he walked up behind her at the first hole she had to fight
back her own laughter. They played fair and kept the seriousness of
the game the entire time. It took all she had not to break out into a
giggle so many times. Rachel kept score on every single hole. Cliff
hit his ball into the windmill several times. He looked back at her
and she shook her head, making sure to call off the number each time
he tapped the ball.

"You
think this is funny?" he asked. "Are you teasing me,
Rachel? I must be wrong."

"Oh,"
she said. "I think it's hilarious. I most definitely am teasing
you, Cliff. Is there something you'd like to do about it out here?"

She
gave him a wink and shook her butt as she lined up her ball at the
next hole.

"I
would definitely like to do something about it out here," he
said, as he walked toward her.

She
laughed and took off running. He was right on her heels.

"Okay,"
she yelled. "Stop. Do you know how crazy we look out here? I
don't think it would be good for business to find your way into the
paper like that."

"Please
get back to the game," he said with a smirk. "I don't think
you've beat me yet."

"Do
you want to take another swing at the windmill?" she asked.

He
reached out and pulled her into his arms. They were both laughing
hysterically.

"I
haven't had this much fun," he said, as he thought. "Ever."

"Neither
have I," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and
hugged him. "Thank you so much."

"No,"
he said. "Thank you. You have no idea."

They
finished golfing. She beat him by ten strokes, and there was no way
she planned to let him live it down. There was an ice cream place
across the street. Cliff motioned over to it.

"Come
on," he said, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.
"We should do it up right."

They
both ordered sundaes and sat down in the sun on a bench.

"Now
you're going golfing with me," he said. "We can see who's
better at the real game."

"I
thought we just played the real game," she said with a smirk.

"I
don't think so," he said. "Three Fridays from now you're
golfing with me."

"Why
three Fridays from now? Is that the day you know you'll beat me?"
she asked.

"No,"
he said. "I want you on my team at the golf outing."

"What
gold outing?" she asked.

"The
company golf outing," he said with a smile, as he held the
cherry from his sundae out for her to bite it.

"No,
no, no," she said. "That's not happening."

"Are
you turning me down?" he asked.

"You
have a golf outing for your company?" she asked.

He
shook his head.