As Luck Would Have It (6 page)

CHAPTER
eight

Dressed and ready to go, Sydney noticed that her cover-up didn’t really cover much. “Marcus, as skimpy as this bathing suit is, I was hoping the cover-up would actually cover me up. I can’t go walking The Strip like this.”

Marcus gave Sydney a once-over and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t see anything wrong with what you have on. You look fucking hot, and you’re with me. I’ll cover you.”

“I guess so. It’s not like I can wear the hotel robe. I’ll look fucking ridiculous. Let’s just go.”

It was a short ride to the Hard Rock Hotel. Rehab was like a gigantic pool party when they arrived. People lounged shoulder-to-shoulder, and the pool was full.

“Wow, and I thought my bikini was skimpy.” Sydney hadn’t let go of Marcus’ hand since she got out of the car. He guided her through the crowds to the cabanas. Sydney felt a hand touch her ass and spun around. When she looked back, all she saw were girls, and one in particular was smiling. She gave Marcus’ hand a tug until he looked back. “That girl back there just touched my ass.”

“I missed it?” he said jokingly. “Luckily, it was a female. No man but me gets to touch that ass.” By the time they reached the cabanas, Marcus realized that there were just too many people there. Even he felt too old for this crowd.

“Syd, would you mind if we didn’t hang here? I hear the Breathe Lounge is a little more private. I’ll see if we can switch cabanas.”

“Marcus, we don’t need a cabana. I just want to lounge with you in the pool. It’s beautiful out here, and I really need the day light.” Sydney was really starting to enjoy being in Las Vegas. She didn’t want to be closed up in some bamboo box.

By midafternoon, most of the people had cleared out already, and Marcus and Sydney finally reached the pool. “Do you want to go in or just sit at the edge?” Marcus asked.

“I’ll go in and pick a spot.” Sydney had been swimming since she was a little girl. She loved the water.

She found a small spot in the corner of the pool, away from most of the people. Sydney instantly put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I love being in the water. It’s so relaxing.” She placed her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled so good that she couldn’t help but lick him.

A little surprised, Marcus asked, “Did you just lick my neck?”

“You smell wonderful. I wanted to know if you tasted just as good. You do. I could lick your entire body from head to toe, that’s how good you taste.” Sydney kissed and licked his collar bone, making her way to his chest and nipples.

“We’re supposed to be here relaxing,” he reminded her, wiggling when Sydney licked his nipple.

“Are you not relaxed?” She continued to kiss and lick her way across his chest to the other nipple.

“My mind is relaxed, but my dick isn’t.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed her body against his body. “Does it feel relaxed to you?”

“Umm, no. But I could help you with that.” She reached into his swim trunks and took his shaft into her hand. His eyes closed, and he tilted his head back. Sydney jerked faster and harder. She could feel his whole body tense now. “Baby, don’t stop. Faster.” He reached his own hand down into his trunks. Covering Sydney’s hand with his, he stroked his shaft with her.

“Here it comes, baby,” Marcus moaned. Sydney lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth just as he started to come. She milked him with her lips till the very last drop.

Licking her lips and trying to regain her composure, she noticed Marcus’ face was like stone. “What? I’ve been swimming since I was three. I can hold my breath for a long time.” She smiled proudly.

The stone cracked. “What else can you do, woman?”

She quickly pecked his lips and wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ll just have to stick around to find out.”

Marcus had every intention of sticking around. In fact, he was planning in his head how he could become permanently attached to her. “Let’s dry off and go home.”

Sydney loved the way that sounded. “Home.” She wished she could figure out a way to take him back with her to her home. “Sounds like a plan. Can we walk back, though? I really don’t want to sit in the car while wet and sticky.”

“Sure, why not. You haven’t seen much of the strip. It’ll be fun.”

On the way to the hotel, Marcus stopped to get a hot dog on a stick. Oddly, watching him eat it made it difficult for Sydney to walk straight. Now she was craving an ice cream cone.
Payback’s a bitch, ha.
The first opportunity she got, she ordered a creamsicle twist in a cone. She had to lick fast to beat the Las Vegas heat.

Their nice leisure stroll turned into a power walk. Marcus linked his arm with Sydney’s and started hauling ass back to the hotel. She yanked on his arm, “Marcus, why don’t you just carry me so we’ll get there faster?” She was totally kidding, but the look on his face warned her not to joke. In fact, he looked like he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and flat out sprint back to the hotel.

“I’m so onto you, woman. You got that ice cream cone to drive me crazy. Well, it worked. Now put some pep in your step before I have to pull you into one of these casinos and have my way with you in a broom closet.”

“I just might take you up on that offer.” She sashayed in front of him. 

Thank god they were keeping up the pace. Sydney pulled Marcus by the elbow as they rounded the corner toward the Bellagio. Scampering through the lobby, Sydney noticed a utility closet door open.
Oh, could I possibly. Bad Sydney, bad.
Without warning, she clenched Marcus’ hand and yanked him into the closet. Not wasting a moment, she wrapped herself around his body and took possession of his mouth.

“A little help here,” she said, attempting to release his dick from his swimsuit. “I can’t hold on and reach behind my ass to situate everything.” She couldn’t hold back her laughter. The dumbfounded look on Marcus’ face was priceless. “What’s the matter, Big Boy? You’ve never done it in a closet before?”

“Actually, I’ve never had someone yank me into a closet before. I’m utterly shocked.” Pushing aside her hands, he freed his penis and dragged aside her bikini bottom.

Sydney repositioned herself directly on top of Marcus’ cock. “Oh,” she moaned softly, prompting Marcus to grab her hips and begin thrusting against her. Whether from the excitement of being in an unlocked public closet or in reaction to the preceding events, it didn’t take long before they both reached their climax.

They didn’t waste any time looking around after exiting the utility closet. Instead, Marcus and Sydney made a bee line for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, they burst out laughing. “Very mature, Sydney.”

“Were you not enjoying yourself in there? You seemed more than willing to participate in the escapade.”

“Baby, I would participate in any escapade as long as it’s with you. I would have done you in the middle of the lobby if that’s where you wanted me.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, gave him a kiss on his lips, pressed her head against his chest, and squeezed. “I love…” she paused, “…being with you.”
Fucking smooth. Good catch, Sydney.

When they returned to the room, Sydney convinced Marcus to take a shower with her. Marcus was so gentle and considerate, shampooing and conditioning her hair. His hands gave the best messages, and not just while washing her hair.

After he rinsed her hair, he soaped up the loofah sponge and began washing her body from her neck to her toes in a gentle and chaste manner. “Can I wash you there?” He pointed the sponge at her sex. “I’m trying to be good, and I don’t want to over excite you.”

“You may wash me here,” she said politely, touching her finger to her mound. “And just so you know, everything about you excites me, but I’ll have to learn to control myself.”

“If you keep touching yourself, I won’t be able to control myself. Please don’t do that again.” Letting out a deep sigh, he continued the task at hand. When he was finished, he handed the sponge to Sydney.

“I don’t need that. I’m gonna use these,” she said, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers. “I like the way your skin feels under my hands.” Marcus let out another sigh.
I’m seriously going to have to learn to control myself around this woman. She fucking drives me crazy just innocently touching me. Fuck, get it together, Matthews.

Sydney soaped up her hands and scrubbed the tip of his head. Even though she’d sworn to behave, she couldn’t help but steal a kiss when she was done washing behind his ears.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I didn’t know I could kiss you while I was washing you,” Marcus said in a childish way.

“I didn’t know there were rules when we showered together.” She lightly patted his chest with both hands. “Relax. I took one kiss, you can have one kiss.” Putting her fists on her hips, Sydney raised her eyebrows. “Could you wait till I’m done?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll wait till you’re done if I have to,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Sydney lathered her hands again and continued to clean his tattooed chest. A soft moan escaped her mouth. She so wanted to steel two more kisses, one for each nipple, but she didn’t. That would give Marcus two more, and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to keep control.

She finished washing Marcus’ feet and stood before him. “You may have your kiss now.” She expected a quick kiss on her lips like the one she had stolen from Marcus. Hell no. He had no intention of kissing her lips, well not the ones on her face. He leaned down, and placed a tender kiss on her lips, and extended his tongue quickly. When he stood up, he noticed Sydney’s puzzled look.

“What?” he asked shrugging his shoulders.

“I didn’t know you’d be making up the rules as we went along.” She slapped his wet chest.

“I took one kiss. You didn’t say what kind of a kiss or where it had to be,” he responded, smiling arrogantly.

“I didn’t expect you to French kiss my pussy.”

“You keep it up with that mouth, and I’m going to do more than just French kiss your duh da.”

She noticed he was starting to get a woody. “Sorry. Do you need to be left alone in here for a few minutes? I‘ll go and order some food and check the movie listings.”

“I don’t need that long, but a minute would be appreciated.” Jerking off wasn’t that important, but he needed to regain control of his emotions. He was hopelessly falling in love with her.

Sydney stepped out and wrapped herself in the plush robe folded outside the shower. She really wanted to stay and watch him jerk off but knew she’d wind up masturbating right outside the shower.
Control yourself, Sydney. You’ve had more sex this week than you had your entire teenage life. You can get through this.

Marcus did nothing but think while he stood in the shower. He pressed his palms against the wall. How would he get through tonight without making love to her?

After he got out of the shower and dressed, he found Sydney sitting in the living room checking movie listings. “Hey, was room service here already to turn down the bed?”

“No, I did that. I thought we would eat at the table, like human beings,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Then we can watch the movie cuddling in bed.”

“Great, so what did you order?”

“I ordered the Surf ‘n’ Turf,” she replied nonchalantly.

“I love steak and lobster. Did you pick a movie?”

“No, but I thought we should see a comedy. What do you think?”

Marcus was just about to sit on the couch when the food arrived. He wheeled the cart to the dining room and began to sit at the head of the table. Abruptly, he changed his mind and sat on an end.

Sydney observed him picking his chair. “What was wrong with this chair?”

“Just decided I didn’t want to sit there. I’d rather sit across from you, unless you want to sit at the head of the table?”

Then it hit her. Are you reluctant to sit the
re because of my late husband?”

Marcus hesitated. He wanted to make sure he chose his words carefully not to upset her. “Well, I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to fill his spot.” Not sure if those were the right words, he grimaced.

Sydney looked at the chair then at Marcus. “Typically, Philippe would sit at the head of the table.” She walked around to the other side of the chair. I have to learn to live with his death and move on. I’m not looking for a replacement husband. I’m looking for someone I can spend the rest of my life with. And I choose you.” She leaned down to kiss his lips. “Now, would you please sit here so you’re not so far away from me?”

Marcus got up and switched seats without further discussion. They sat and had a lovely dinner discussing what they liked to eat, who their favorite actors and actresses were, but nothing too in depth.

“Since we’re sort of playing twenty questions, can I ask you something personal?”

Sydney was not fazed by the question. How much more personal could he get? “Sure, shoot.”

“Would you ever consider piercing your body?”

She thought for a second. “Marcus, I’m not piercing my clitoris, no way.”