Getting Some (11 page)

“I didn’t think so,” I tell her, but I can’t say it with total conviction.

“I’d just come out of a relationship with the manager at the club where I worked,” Samera goes on, “after I found out he was screwing another dancer.”

“Typical.” Lishelle
tsks
.

“Talk about doing everything sexual for a guy.” Samera meets and holds my gaze for a moment. “And then Reed fucked someone else? The timing of the trip to Costa Rica was perfect for me. And when I met Miguel, he was a nice—”

“Hard body?” Lishelle supplies, chuckling.

“That, too,” Samera says. “But I was going to say he was a nice diversion. He helped me forget about the fact that I’d sworn off men. And the more I got to know him, the more I realized what a sweetheart he was. Suddenly I found myself thinking I might possibly have a relationship with him.”

“And then you found out he was married.” Lishelle slurs her words slightly. “And let me guess—he had a couple of kids.”

“Nothing like that. Reed showed up and fucked everything up. Said he realized he’d messed up, but that he loved me and wanted me back in his life. And I bought it.”

“Uh-oh.” My body sways a little when I reach for my drink. Now that we’re not dancing and not watching hot men, all the alcohol I’ve consumed is catching up with me.

“The thing is, it didn’t take me long to realize Reed was full of it. He didn’t love me. His ego was hurt because I’d dumped him. But still, I fucked him. Miguel was in love with me, yet I fucked another guy.”

“You were duped,” Lishelle says. “Reed came back into your life and made you promises. Trust me, I know what that’s like.”

“I was duped, yeah, but if I really cared about Miguel the way I should have, I wouldn’t have fallen for Reed’s lies so easily. Miguel didn’t deserve that. He deserves someone better than me.”

“You sound pretty smitten,” I tell Samera. “And he sounds like a winner.”

“He’ll make some other woman very happy someday.”

My eyes narrow as I stare at Samera. “How can you say that? If you like the guy as much as it seems—”

“I have to let him be happy,” Samera says.

“Wow. You’re a better woman than I am. I’d be back in Costa Rica, knocking on his door. Wouldn’t you, Lishelle?”

When Lishelle doesn’t answer, I glance past Samera to look at her. Lishelle is out cold, her head tipped back against the top of the chair, her lips slightly parted.

“Okay, time to go.” I get to my feet, the sudden movement helping to clear my head a little. I step past Samera and reach for Lishelle’s hand. “Lishelle, come on.”

Her eyes fly open. “Huh?”

“We’re going upstairs, party animal. Time to call it a night.”

“Oh, man.” Lishelle leans forward and drags her hands over her face. “You shouldn’t have woken me up. I was in the middle of a very hot dream. There was a guy between my thighs, going down on me. I think he was from Costa Rica.”

“Right.” I smile sheepishly at Samera. “Okay, you’re definitely drunk.”

“Annelise was so smart, thinking to get separate rooms,” Lishelle goes on. “Because I’m gonna pull out the rabbit.”

“Too much information!” I exclaim.

Samera starts to chuckle.

“Or maybe I should just find a guy and bring him upstairs.” Lishelle’s gaze volleys around the room, as though she’s looking for a candidate. “Damn, I want to get laid. I don’t want to dream about it anymore. Maybe the bartender over there.” She veers in his direction. “He’s kind of cute, don’tcha—”

“Absolutely not.” I push Lishelle toward the door, but she fights me. “Samera, help me out please.”

Samera can’t stop laughing as she takes Lishelle by her left arm and helps me get her out the door. “I get why my sister loves you two so much,” she says. “You’re cool. Fun.”

“If not a little sex starved.” My grin is syrupy. “But honestly, Lishelle went without sex for two years until Glenn came back into her life.”

“And, fuck, was he ever great in bed,” Lishelle comments. “He could make me—”

I cover Lishelle’s mouth, saving her from blurting out more of her personal business as we pass a group of women.

A few minutes later, Samera and I have Lishelle safely tucked in bed. She won’t be using the rabbit. At least not tonight.

But with all this talk about sex, I’m suddenly feeling that familiar longing. The proverbial itch that needs to be scratched.

Yes, I want a real man to replace the fantasies. But for tonight my dildo will have to do.

Lishelle

M
y eyes fly open, and it feels like a nuclear bomb has gone off inside my head. For a moment I’m disoriented. I don’t know where I am, or what’s going on.

And then I realize that the phone in my room is ringing.

It all comes back to me in that moment. That I’m in Vegas. The numerous drinks I consumed the night before.

I roll over clumsily and grope for the phone on the night table beside the bed. I hold the receiver to my ear. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end of the line is faint, so faint I can barely hear it. I pull the receiver from my ear, narrow my eyes as I stare at it, then notice that it’s upside down.

I turn it right side up and repeat, “Hello?”

“Rise and shine, girlfriend.”

“Annelise?”

“The one and only.”

“I am so fucking tired right now, you have no clue.”

“You need to get up,” she tells me. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“The kind that’s due here any minute.”

I grumble. “I just want to sleep.”

“You won’t want to sleep through this. Trust me.”

I can’t imagine what Annelise is talking about, but it’s obvious she won’t take no for an answer. “All right.”

“Come to my suite as soon as you can, okay? Claudia’s on her way as well.”

“You had better damn well be making the coffee.” Lishelle asks.

“I’m brewing a pot right now. But you shouldn’t need it. My surprise will wake you right up.”

Five minutes later, I’m dressed and standing outside Annelise’s door. Before I can knock, Claudia appears, dressed in a beautiful sundress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup done.

“Holy shit, Claudia. What time did you get up?”

“Annelise called about ten minutes ago.”

“And you look this great already?” I’d only thrown on my gym shorts and a T-shirt.

“Well…Annelise said some people are coming over. Some sort of surprise.”

“People?” I ask. “What people?”

“I guess we’re about to find out.”

Claudia steps up to Annelise’s door and knocks. A few seconds later, the door swings open.

“Morning,” Annelise sings.

I sweep into the room. “Okay, where’s the coffee? And I couldn’t find my Advil, so I hope you have some.”

“The coffee’s on the bar, and I do believe I’ve got Motrin in my luggage.”

“Praise God.” I plop myself down onto one of the bar stools. Then I raise a hand in a wave at Samera, who’s sitting on the sofa holding a mug of coffee to her lips.

Annelise takes two mugs from the cupboard and fills them with java for me and Claudia. Then she disappears in her bedroom and reappears with a bottle of Motrin. I reach for it like she’s offering me a stash of cash.

“So,” Claudia begins after I’ve downed a couple pills. “What’s this surprise?”

“You’ll see in a minute.” Again, she speaks in a sing-song voice.

“My God, you’re chipper,” I say. “You sound like a fucking bird—” I stop cold, lower my mug of coffee and shoot to my feet as the reason for her secrecy and excitement hits me. “Annie…oh, Annie.” I walk toward her and grip her hands. “Are you…getting
married?
”

Claudia gasps, then squeals. “Oh my God. Of course. No wonder you’ve been so giddy. No wonder you insisted that we all come to Las Vegas! You and Dom…Samera, did you know about this?”

Samera stares at us stupidly. “Annie, is Dom here?”

“Hush, all of you,” Annelise tells us. “You’re way off base. First of all, I’m still legally married to Charles. Hopefully for not much longer, but still, I can’t get married to anyone else. Yet.”

“Ohhh…” Claudia frowns, clearly disappointed.

“I promise, you’ll know exactly what’s in store for you very shortly.” Annelise barely finishes her statement before the doorbell rings. Her eyes light up. “That’s got to be them now.”

Them? I sip more of my coffee and try to erase the frown from my face. I don’t want to disappoint Annelise, but I’m not up for seeing anyone.

“Okay, ladies.” We hear Annelise before we see her round the corner in the foyer. “Here they are!”

Three guys who look like bodybuilders step forward, grinning. Two are white, one black. Each is carrying a large black bag over his shoulder. And they’re all dressed in black jeans and white T-shirts. Almost like they planned it to look uniform.

Perhaps they did, I realize, remembering the strippers last night.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Claudia shakes each man’s hand. “I’m Claudia Fisher.”

“What you are is gorgeous,” the shorter, blond-haired guy tells her.

I mumble a quick hello to the guys, then take Annelise by the arm. “Will you excuse us a moment?”

I lead her into her bedroom, and before I can close the door, Samera rushes in.

I ask, “Annie, what is this? A private strip show?”

Samera says, “We already saw the Thunder from Down Under, which I pretty much slept through.”

“If you sleep through this, then you’re not the sister I’ve known and loved for years.”

“So it is a strip show?” I ask. “At eleven in the morning?”

“Am I the only one who was disappointed that the guys last night didn’t take all off?” Annelise asks, looking from me to her sister.

My eyes widen. “Annie!”

“This
is
Sin City.” Annelise laughs.

“You really have changed,” Samera comments.

Annelise takes one of my hands and one of Samera’s. “You two can relax. I didn’t book strippers. I booked masseurs!”

“They’re masseurs?” Samera asks skeptically.

“And whatever else you’d like them to be…Come on. I don’t want to keep them waiting.”

Annelise opens the door and heads back into the living room. I want to protest, but she’s so excited, I hold my wary thoughts in and follow her.

Claudia is chatting happily with the guys, ever the great hostess. I take a seat on the sofa, and Samera sits beside me.

“All right.” Annelise claps her hands together. “This is my surprise. Three hot guys to give each of you a massage.” Annelise wanders toward them. “This is Marcus,” she says, introducing the tall, light-skinned black guy. “And this is Arnold.”

“Hasta la vista,” the tanned beefcake says, in a pretty good impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger. He’s the tallest of the two white guys, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“And Luke, right?” Annelise asks of the blond guy.

“That’s me.”

Oh, he’s got a killer sexy smile and piercing blue eyes. To me, he’s the cutest of the three. Even Annelise must think so, because she squeezes one of his biceps.

“These guys are here to give you massages, to pamper you. Give you whatever you desire. What better way to get over stress than to have a hot guy work the kinks out of your body? And maybe kinks out of other places as well…”

“Did my sister just say what I think she said?” Samera whispers.

“Uh-huh,” I reply.

“Their bags are filled with exotic body oils and creams. Everything you need to leave you feeling beautiful. So, indulge.”

That explains the black bags each has over his shoulder. And here I thought they had some sort of costume in there.

“And remember our mantra—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. So, do whatever your heart tells you.”

“Assuming these three guys are for me, Lishelle and Samera,” Claudia begins, “what about you?”

“I’m in a committed relationship,” Annelise responds easily. “Maybe I’ll call Dom and we can have some more phone sex.”

“She did
not
just say that in front of three strangers,” Samera says. “Has she lost her mind, or has Dominic released the sexual monster within her?”

Yeah, Annelise has morphed into a different person. I’ve never seen her so bold when it comes to sex. Hell, I’ve never seen her so bold, period.

“Go ahead, girls,” Annelise says. “Pick a guy you like. Then take him to your room and get comfortable.”

I’m the first to step forward. “I’ll take Marcus.”

Samera gapes at me, and I shrug. “What the hell?”

“I guess I’ll take Luke,” Claudia says.

“I don’t know, Claudia,” I say. “Luke hasn’t been able to take his eyes off Samera.”

“Me?” Samera asks, sounding completely stunned. She looks at Luke as though seeing him for the first time. And I see definite sizzle between them.

“Then I’ll take this hunk.” Claudia approaches Arnold and trails a finger down his impressive arm.

“Am I the only one who’d rather just go for breakfast?” Samera protests. I look at her, and she seems to wither on the sofa. I get the distinct feeling that she’d like to run screaming from the room. The girl is full of surprises, especially for one who works in the sex industry.

Luke starts toward her, his slow gait sexy as hell. “Sweetheart, when my hands touch that beautiful body of yours, you’ll forget all about breakfast.”

“Just a massage,” Samera tells him. “Nothing more.”

Luke takes her by the hand and pulls her to her feet. “Whatever you wish, sweetheart. Whatever you wish.”

A short while later, I’m facedown on the king-size bed in my suite. Marcus is sitting on a chair placed beside my bed, and his hands are working over my back, massaging lightly scented coconut oil into my pores. The way he’s touching me feels utterly amazing.

Amazing enough that he’s got me thinking about sex.

Hell, I’m not gonna lie. I considered fucking him the moment we got into this room together. But so far, Marcus has been all business. I don’t know if he’ll make a move on me, or if he’ll be offended if I proposition him.

I sigh as his hands work the kinks out of my shoulder blades. I’m topless, my breasts flat against the bed. There’s a towel covering my behind, beneath which I’m wearing a thong.

Marcus’s fingers press into my back and move down, toward my butt. I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to do. His fingers move beneath the towel, but only for a moment. I moan softly in disappointment.

“How often do you do this?” I ask him.

“Perform a private massage on a gorgeous woman?”

“So you think I’m gorgeous,” I ask, dangling bait.

“Hell, yeah. You’re hot.”

“If you think I’m hot, then how are you maintaining your cool?” I ask brazenly.

“You think I’m maintaining my cool?”

“If you’re not, you’re a damn good actor.”

“Turn over,” Marcus instructs me.

I pout a little, but don’t voice my disappointment. If he’s not into me, he’s not into me. I’m not going to beg for a little play.

I reach for my towel and pull it forward, careful to cover my breasts as I shift onto my back.

Marcus says nothing, just starts massaging my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy his skilled hands.

“You sure you want this towel here?” he asks after a moment.

My eyes fly open. A sexy smirk is pulling at the corners of Marcus’s mouth.

“Is it in the way?” I ask coyly.

“For what I want to do, yeah.”

He holds my gaze, nice and steady, leaving no doubt as to what he wants. And in that moment, I decide to take Annelise’s advice. To go with the flow, wherever this may lead.

“Then let me just toss this right over here.” I scoop the towel off my breasts and throw it to my left.

“Wow.” Marcus lets out a low whistle. “Lie back.”

I do, and Marcus continues his massage, still working my neck. He tells me to close my eyes, so I do. His fingers move lower, below my collarbone, but he doesn’t touch my breasts. I’m beginning to wonder if removing the towel was simply a way to give him more access to my body.

Until his finger brushes one of my nipples.

I inhale a shuddery breath and open my eyes. Marcus begins kneading the soft tissue of my breasts, something I’m sure is not part of the normal massage routine.

“Can I ask you something?” I say. “And don’t be offended.”

He tweaks my nipples now. “Sure.”

“Are you really a masseur?”

“I am.”

I eye him skeptically, trying to ignore the sensations shooting through my body at his touch.

He works his hands around my breasts and downward, toward my navel.

“Another question,” I say.

His hands work over my stomach. “Go ahead.”

“How many of your clients do you…get this close to? Honestly?”

“Most of my clients are older women. Fifties, sixties.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I’m not into women that old.”

“But they must be into you. I’m sure they offer you extra money for some extra special treatment.”