Chapter 8

“I want you to spend the night with me, Sara.”

My mind started whirling and racing. Spend the night?

I took a moment to look into her beautiful, hungry eyes that were longingly peering into mine. I had never felt such infatuation for someone I’d just met, and this craving was something I had never experienced. Surprisingly, this had turned out to be one of the best evenings of my life, and I simply didn’t want it to end.

“Okay, Rose,” I said softly.

We all agreed that none of us were sober enough to drive to their hotel and I was sure that my car would be fine in the parking lot until the following morning. It was a short cab ride from the Piranha to the Luxor where Rose and Atticus were staying. As we approached the large, black, pyramid-shaped structure, I felt the butterflies churning in my stomach. Part of me wanted more booze or pot to calm some of the nervousness I was feeling. Another part of me wanted to be sober so I’d never forget what I knew was going to be an amazing night.

Atticus used a key card to open the door to their room and the four of us walked in. As I looked around, I realized they were staying in a suite. However, it had only one large bedroom with two queen size beds that were placed several feet apart. Considering what the four of us were about to engage in, there was going to be a very limited amount of privacy.

I was standing near one bed when I observed Rose walk over to the switch and turn off the lamp in the corner of the room. Even though that eliminated the majority of the light, the blinds to the angled windows were open about two feet and the lights from the Las Vegas Strip illuminated much of the room. Additionally, once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see a substantial amount of what was going on around me.

I watched as Rose walked slowly, as if on a pillow of air, towards me.

“Sara, you’re trembling,” she said.

“I ... I ... it’s just that...”

Rose put her finger up to my mouth and then seductively ran its tip over my lips.

“Shhh ... it’s okay,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t my first choice of locations for our first time either. But there was no way I was letting you get away from me.”

Her mouth roughly and possessively crushed against mine and it felt as if her hot kiss would take my breath away. My body melted into hers as we began removing each other’s clothes at a frenzied pace. Her pants, my skirt, our tops, our bras, and my thong fell on the floor in a heap between us.