Jasper hadn’t exactly been an enthusiastic participant of his bachelor week. He’d struggled to spend time apart from Wolfie, his fiancée. The thought of being glued to one person ran across my skin as though I’d been dunked by that ice bucket charitything that went round social a few years ago. I shook it off. Thankfully that was not a situation I planned to be in any time soon.
Cooper sighed heavily, and scratched his beard. “You go, we’ll catch up. He’s talking to Wolfie.”
I walked over to Murray who was standing by the door, as ready to leave as I was. “Man, your sister owns his balls.”
He dropped his head with a shake. “Tell me about it. Not sure I ever want to be as whipped as that.”
“Dude. No chance.” I scoffed.
I opened the door to find Jasper’s younger brother, Tate, standing on the other side, his hand lifted to knock.
“Hold that thought.” I said to him, and turned back to the room. “Coop, sure you don’t want us to wait?”
“Nah, go.”
“Okay, we’ll text you our location.” I whirled my finger in the air. “Clevs, Murray, Tate, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
The elevator pinged as we arrived on the casino floor, the distantding, ding, dingof the slot machines filling the air before the doors had properly opened. We filed out into the lobby teeming with wannabe gamblers, tourists and partiers all looking for a good time. Because what happens in Vegas…
Tate rubbed his hands together. “Okay fellas, which tables are we hitting first tonight? Blackjack, Craps or Poker?”
“Poker later. Let’s warm up first and get some drinks.” Murray thumbed in the direction of the bar. “I want the lay of the land before we make any decisions.”
“Good shout.”
Someone backhanded me on the arm. “Drew, what do you want to do?”
But I wasn’t listening. The only sound I could hear was the hammering of my heart.
I’d stopped dead in my tracks.
A group was walking toward us, at the end of which was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Likegod damnbeautiful.
She had curves for days. Wearing a green dress that looked like it had been made for her body, it hugged every mouth-watering inch of her and left little to the imagination. She stalked down the hallway, her dress barely covering her ass, showing off long, lean legs golden from the sun.
Round, juicy tits were pushed up past the low neckline and bounced rhythmically as she moved, causing saliva to flood my mouth. Or dribble out of it seeing as my jaw had hit the floor.
Holy fuck.
Speaking from the experience of being a bonafide boobs man having watched, touched, sucked on and fucked hundreds of pairs, they were, without a doubt, absolutely natural.
And absolutely spectacular.
Thick auburn hair tumbled down her back and shoulders, and I briefly wondered what it would be like wrapped around my fist while I watched her face open in ecstasy as she came hard on my dick.
As she got closer I could see dozens of freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks; big turquoise eyes, flecked with gold and ringed with long black lashes. Full, red lips and a heart shaped face completed her perfection.
She looked like magic.
And I was under her spell.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away; instead tracked her movement, watching as she moved past me, my tongue literally hanging out. She narrowed her eyes, a slight smirk tipping the corner of her lip.
“See something you like?” She challenged my open mouth without slowing her pace.
My eyes followed, as though she was my own personal magnet pulling me toward her.
