Page 10 of Get Lost

Chapter Four

Drew’s six other groomsmen came up with a weekend of debauchery, all right, and by the looks of it, they hadn’t needed the best man’s input at all.

Posted up in the One 80 Suite of the Red Rock Resort, the men partied like actual rockstars. Dripping with Las Vegas opulence, the suite was everything a Vegas bachelor party should be: swanky, spacious, and sexy.

Beautiful women were spread throughout the suite, from scantily clad to completely naked.

Champagne bottles were popping left and right and the booze was flowing.

A plate of cocaine sat atop the bar—though Alex didn’t touch the stuff. Not since that time he did his first line halfway through senior year and had a panic attack in front of the whole team. He shook his head at the memory. Uppers were definitelynothis thing.

He kicked back on a plush purple couch, waiting to play whoever won this round of nine ball, a rocks glass of fine scotch in one hand and a beautiful half-naked woman on his lap.

Across from him, in one of the matching purple chairs, beautiful blondes surrounded Drew. Three of them danced for him at once, and two of them stood nearby, just sort of hovering around him.

The dark-haired woman on Alex’s lap circled her hips, and he dropped his gaze to the waistline of her thong, where the top points of black and orange butterfly wings poked out above the slim piece of fabric. She leaned back to rest her head on Alex’s shoulder, then teased her nipples into stiff peaks while grinding on his lap. He sipped his scotch, his eyes barely focused on the set of breasts before him because his mind was running wildly. He had so much to do in the less than two weeks between Drew’s bachelor party and the trip to Barbados for the wedding; relaxing on this little getaway would be difficult.

Probably impossible, if he was realistic.

He mentally reviewed his grocery list in his mind, tallying the items he still needed to have shipped to the villas in Barbados and reviewing the things he would have to lug with him from the states. Most of the items on the menu were local ingredients and would be obtained locally by estate staff and the company Kelsey was coordinating with on the island. Anything else, he planned to ship this week, so he found himself continuously going over the list in his mind so he wouldn’t forget anything.

Speaking of Kelsey, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even bantering with her over email correspondence was a turn-on. He pulled out his phone and checked to see if she’d responded to the last email he sent. Alex frowned as he scanned his inbox.

She was stubborn, but he expected that from her. So he did what he could to get the ball rolling again. Opening up his browser, he hopped onto the Cheeto website and pasted her email address into the newsletter subscription window that popped up.

“Arroyo,” Drew called. His volume was higher than necessary; he’d probably been trying to get Alex’s attention for a while.

Alex blinked a few times then raised his eyebrows and looked across the expansive living room area at his friend, setting his phone down on the arm of the chair.

Drew shook his head, laughing. “You good, buddy? There’s a beautiful woman on your dick and you’re staring at your phone.” He motioned to the woman currently massaging her full breasts in Alex’s lap. On cue, she ground her ass harder against his dick.

Alex looked down at the woman’s breasts, and she stretched out, bringing them closer to his face.

“Get out of your head, Alex.” Drew motioned toward the pile of cocaine. “Help yourself. A little devil’s dandruff never hurt anyone.”

Alex chuckled. “Right. Except me.”

“Dude, you were a kid. You’re a grown ass man now, buddy.” Drew laughed, then disappeared behind a wall of blonde hair as the women closed in around him.

“I’ll pass,” Alex said, more to himself than anyone else.

The dancer on Alex’s lap turned around, shaking her soft breasts in his face as she looked down at him. They were silky velvet, and smelled of wildflowers, with full, taut nipples. Perfect little eraser tips.

“You’re distracted.”

With a chuckle, he lifted his gaze to her face. “That would be an understatement.”

She smiled, bringing her lips to his ear. “I can fix that,” she purred. Then she climbed onto him, straddling his lap. She trailed her other hand up to his neck, dragging her fingernails over the back of his head. “You’re thinking about a woman?” She began to circle her hips again, massaging his cock with the apex of her legs. “Is there someone at home?”

“No.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The woman removed the rocks glass from his hand, then guided his hands to her hips. “Are you single?”

Alex nodded.

She leaned forward, bringing her breasts to his face as she moved harder against his groin.

He tightened his fingers on her hips. “You don’t have to do this.”

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