Page 29 of Vegas Heat

But the thought of having kids right now is pretty low on my radar. He wants them, and soon. That feels big—like it’s something that could eventually spell the end of whatever it is we’re starting. It’s a reminder that the twelve years that span between us actuallycouldget in the way of making this work outside of this fantasy weekend.

“What about your parents?” he asks.

“I didn’t know who my father was until about three years ago. My whole life, my mother lied to me and told me she didn’t know who he was. Just before my eighteenth birthday, I took one of those ancestry tests. I tracked down a first cousin, and I ended up meeting my dad through her. He lived in Vegas, so I decided to switch from UC Denver, where I’d already committed to attending, to UNLV, where my best friend had already committed to attending anyway and I’d already been accepted. I’ve spent the last three years getting to know my father and learning all the ways my mother was totally and completely toxic through my entire childhood.”

“That must’ve been really tough,” he says.

I press my lips together as the hot sting of tears threatens behind my eyes. “It was. She lied to me my entire life. My dad knew she’d had me, and he sent her checks every month, but she threatened him in a lot of different ways to stay out of my life.” Isigh. “It’s complicated. I had a good childhood, for the most part, but every time I asked about him, she lied.”

“Why?” he asks. “Did she do it to protect you or something?”

“I haven’t asked, to be honest. I’m still too angry with her.”

“She’s still your mom, Gabby. She must have had some reason,” he points out.

“Maybe. And maybe someday I’ll ask, but I’m happy living with my dad and getting to know him better,” I say. “I don’t want to cloud that with whatever my mom says about him now. I won’t know if it’s truth or lies anyway, so I’ve taken the last three years to form my own opinion.”

“What was it like when you met him?” he asks.

I shake my head as I swipe away a tear that tips over. “It felt like I’d found a missing piece of myself, you know? I’m so much like him and I never had the chance to know him growing up. I don’t know if I can ever forgive my mother for that.”

“Well if losing my dad at a young age taught me anything, it’s that we’re not guaranteed anything. If you want to make amends with your mom, do it before you lose your chance,” he says.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “You sound like a wise old man spouting platitudes.”

“I’ll show you old, Sunshine.”

I giggle, but then he shifts so he’s suddenly hovering over me, and the giggling ceases as pure lust drives into its place. He thrusts his hips against mine, his hard cock ready to come out and play.

He presses soft kisses to my neck. “We need to get you on birth control so I can have my way with you any time I want,” he mutters against my skin.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow,” I moan as I roll my hips against his.

He chuckles, the sound humming through me as my tummy does a little flip.

His lips move along my neck to my jawline and eventually to my own lips, and we kiss luxuriously there in the bed of my truck, the stars gleaming above us as the feelings I’ve been feeling since the moment I met him take root deep in my chest, burrowing in as they vow to stay a while.

I reach down and pull a condom from my pocket, and I hold it between the two of us. “I came prepared,” I say, and he nips another soft kiss to my lips as he snatches it from between my fingers.

We both glance around. There’s nobody out here, and even if someonewascoming, we’d hear them from plenty of space away to cover ourselves with the blanket.

With that in mind, I push on his chest. I pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, and then I shimmy out of my jeans and panties. I push on his chest until he’s lying all the way back. He’s still fully clothed, but I’m completely naked. I climb over the top of him, spreading my legs so they’re on either side of him as I feel the rough fabric of his jeans right against my most sensitive parts. He reaches up to run his hands along my torso, stopping to feel my breasts, and I gyrate over the top of him, my movements picking up speed as he tweaks my nipples. He pumps up into me, managing to hit my clit through his jeans, and I cry out into the quiet stillness of the night.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs. “Get it, baby. Come for me.” My eyes meet his as he brushes his thumbs across my nipples, and the sight of his lust-glazed eyes in the darkness out here is overwhelming.

I reach down to tease my own clit as I keep gyrating over him, and he continues to thrust toward me.

The sensations are enough to push me over the edge, and I tip my head back and push my tits into his hands as a fierce orgasm rips through me. My legs shake as the contractionsripping through me start to slow, and he drops his hands from my breasts to run them along my thighs.

I collapse down on top of him, and his palms move to my back. He rubs my back gently as I live in the bliss for a few beats, and then he says, “Fuck, that was hot.”

I’m inexperienced. I’m not a virgin, but he makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. He makes me feel confident and sexy…something the boys I’ve been with before never managed to make me do.

Eventually my heartbeat starts to return to normal, and I sit up again. His dick is still hard against my body, and I reach down and tug on his shirt. He wrestles out of it, and I move off him long enough to tug on the button of his jeans. He helps pull them down and kick them off along with his boxer briefs, and then he rips open the condom and rolls it on.

“Do you need a minute?” he asks.

I shake my head slowly as I climb over him again. “I want you inside me.”

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