Page 15 of Vegas Daddies

She moans.

Lifesaver springs off the couch and kneels by her torso so he can both admire her pussyandcontinue massaging her breasts. Her nipples squish under his touch.

“I feel…” The words die on her tongue, and her head crashes back into the pillow.

“How do you feel, darling?” I ask.

“Like…I’m…gonna….”

Brander dips his head between her thighs and presses his face against her pussy. He tongues her clit with very light, precise movements, circling the nub.

Her entire body trembles.

She arches her back and rubs herself up against Brander’s face.

Lifesaver reaches for her hand. “Good girl, sweetness. Come for us. It’s okay. We’ve got you.”

She screams, and her body starts to switch. Teeth anchored in her lip, blushed face screwed up, she climaxes, and continues riding Brander’s face until her breathing evens out.

Lying before us,naked,is a woman I don’t think any of us will be able to forget.

Where do we go from here?

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BRANDER

“Let’sgo back out to the strip!” she says not even two seconds after redressing.

Match eyes Lifesaver and me. “You want to…?”

“Go back to the strip!” she exclaims. “What? You’re too old? You want your bed?” She falsettos a cry. “Oh,boohoo. You only live once, you know.”

Says every woman ever below the age of twenty-five…

It’s an overused saying, but one I have over the years learned to be true.

The streets aren’t for the fainthearted. As fond as I am of the other two—they’re my best friends—they wouldn’t be able to survive a night sleeping on a sidewalk with the stench of week-old piss infused into the cement. Lifesaver values the appearance of his hair too much, and Match wouldn’t be able to handle the chaos—as MC secretary, he has a passion for peacemaking. The streets come with no peace. Alice is right.

You really onlydolive once. I didn’t share sleeping bags with rodents and survive surprise attacks just to turn a pretty girl down when she proposes the idea of heading back into the city.

“Yes,” I say. “Sounds good.”

Match shoots me daggers. “Brander,” he says through his teeth when Alice turns her back to locate her shoes. “She needs rest.”

“She’s twenty-two. She can rest in the morning.” I extend my gaze to Lifesaver who perches on the arm of the couch, running a finger over his lips. He’s probably in his own world imagining Alice’s lips pressed against his. “Lifey? What do you say?”

“I say she’s not that drunk. Trust me. Coming from someone who’s worked shifts in the emergency room and dealt with a whole umbrella of drinking-related issues, she’s fine. Besides.” He hops off the couch. “We need to get her back to her friends at some point.”

“Exactly,” I say.

Match narrows his eyes.

“Twenty-two fucking years young,andshe’s just been broken up with. C’mon. We can’t let the darling down now.” I lean into the doorway and fold my arms over my chest. “Suit yourself. Lifesaver and I will go. Stay here. Get an early night.”

He shoots up quicker than my fucking cock did as soon as Alice announced she wanted some.

I’m still not convinced about the whole cheating ordeal. She’s a very classic type of pretty. The kind that wouldn’t slip any gentleman’s notice. Not even an IT tech whose perception of reality is most likely warped from many hours of staring at a computer screen. She’s beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous, and she’stelling us that she got broken up with a week before she was supposed to be walking down the aisle?

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