Maddie has her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. “What did he end up telling her?”
“That he accidentally kicked over an ant pile and didn’t realize they were all over him until it was too late. Normally, Mom would never have believed a story like that, but the babysitter backed him up and said that’s exactly what happened. Oh, and she kept the fifty dollars. Not that Ash cared. He was just glad she covered for him.”
“That’s hilarious. Where were you while this was happening?”
“Helping my dad. He was a diesel mechanic. By the time I was fifteen, I could rebuild just about any diesel engine by myself.”
“Why wasn’t Ash with you?”
“Mom was strict about certain things, and one of them was Dad couldn’t take us to work until we were twelve. When her mind was made up, there was no arguing with her. I think that’s where Elsie gets it.”
“Makes sense. Still, that’s so crazy about your brother. I wonder if Rhonda knows about it?”
I give her a wry look.
“Yeah,” she says with a chuckle. “I guess that’s not something you share.”
“So, what happened with the kid you babysat?”
She sets her spoon down and thinks about it for a second before answering. “The boy also wanted me to take my top off and the little horndog wouldn’t take no for an answer. I mean, he was relentless, so I told him I would do it, but only if he could eat three habanero peppers. Every time I babysat him, I took a jar of them with me.”
“How many could he eat?”
“None. As soon as the first one touched his mouth, he’d spend the next hour at the sink running water over his tongue. I have to hand it to him, though, he tried every time. Poor guy. I almost felt sorry for him.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Almost?”
“Yeah, he tried so hard, but I think he deserved what he got. What about you?”
“Oh, I would have swallowed the entire jar of peppers, no question about it.”
The whole time she was telling her story, I was rooting for the kid wondering what those perfect breasts look like—or better yet, taste like. Hell, what would the rest of her taste like?
To my surprise, her browsshoot into arches. “I meant, do you have any babysitter stories?”
Hmm, I guess I misunderstood. But hey, I wasn’t lying. “None that I care to recall.” I raise my hand to signal the waiter two tables over and call out, “Check, please.”
Maybe it’s imagining her pulling her tits out for the kid, every boy’s ultimate fantasy, but listening to her story made my dick so hard it feels like it’s about to shred my zipper. It’s beyond uncomfortable and right now, I need a long, ice-cold shower.
CHAPTER 22
Maddie
I won’t survive the night without one.
As soon as I’m back in my room, I look up adult toy stores. I’m not surprised there’s one nearby, but I am a little surprised at how many there are. I guess I shouldn’t be. It is Vegas, after all.
There’s a store only two blocks away, an easy walk. Riggs gave me a prepaid credit card with five thousand dollars on it. He acted like it was nothing. I guess it’s nothing for him. He said it was to be used for “one thing and one thing only—to have fun.” Then he added, “If it runs out, there’s plenty more where that came from.” I pull out the card. Fun it is.
Getting on the elevator to go down to the lobby, I’m reminded of how I ended up in this situation in the first place. I hugged him at the airport because I was so excited to tell him the good news about Mom, that and I’m so grateful for all his help. But what started out as a thank-you hug turned into something entirely different when my cheek pressed against his muscled chest. Then, when his big arms pulledme in, it took every bit of restraint I had not to arch my back and grind against him. In fact, I might have just a little. And if that wasn’t bad enough, when I felt him swell, oh my gosh, it was like my whole body caught on fire.
Then, when he handed me my room key, our fingers touched. It was for a mere second, but the roughness of his skin and the size of his fingers sent the naughty part of my brain into overdrive. In that brief moment, all I could think about was what it would feel like to have those fingers rubbing the front of my panties before slipping inside me.
Then the table at the restaurant was so tiny our knees kept touching. The privacy of the draping tablecloth had me imagining slipping my foot out of my shoe and rubbing his cock with my toes until he was moaning out loud.
And when he said he would have swallowed the whole jar of peppers just to see my breasts, all rationale went out the window. All I could think about was how those hands and lips and tongue would feel on my nipples…and other places.
Everything about this evening sent my hormones into overdrive, but nothing was as bad as the elevator ride after dinner. Right before the doors closed, a big group of rich college-age kids hopped on. The boys wore pricey-looking watches and big gold necklaces while the girls’ tiny dresses barely covered anything. Pushed to the rear of the elevator, Riggs’s back was against the wall, and my back was pressed against him. One of the guys hit the button for the thirty-sixth floor.
