One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 29

Kyle

I’m excited for the weekend, even if Vegas is one of my least favorite cities. Ethan drives Grace and me to Isla’s place, where we’re picking her and Mark up. When Ethan parks the car, Grace waves Isla over, and we both get out of the car.

The two women hug while Mark and I introduce ourselves and shake hands.

“Congratulations,” I tell him.

He grins and inhales deeply. “Thanks. I can’t believe that it’s finally happening. In a couple of hours, Isla is going to be my wife.”

I can understand the mixture of feelings. It’s a huge commitment, but from what Grace has told me, they belong together. They’ll be all right, and if things go well, we won’t be far behind in joining them.

“Thanks so much for this; it came as a shock to me,” Mark said. “It’s extremely generous.”

I wave a hand away. “You’re welcome.”

I hug the bride-to-be, and while Ethan stows their luggage in the trunk, we pile into the car. The excitement in the car is almost palpable. Mark and Isla hold hands the entire way. I can’t wait for that day when Grace will become mine permanently.

My plane is parked at a private airport twenty minutes away, and when we get there, the process of settling in takes all of five minutes.

“A dream come true,” Isla says, leaning back in her seat.

We all laugh, and Grace reaches out to squeeze my hand. I’m glad that I’m in a position to be able to do this for people I care about. Unfortunately, I have so few of them. My chest squeezes as I think of my parents, especially my mom. I’ve been thinking of her a lot lately. Missing her.

The flight attendant serves us the champagne I had requested. We toast to Mark and Isla’s wedding.

“I could get used to this,” Grace says to me, and I laugh because of all the people I know, my lady is the least likely to get used to the celebrity lifestyle. She’s solid like that.

If I lost everything I owned, Grace would still be by my side, and it would not be a hardship for her. We’ve known each other for less than two months, but it feels as if we’ve been together for years. She really is my soul mate.

We arrive at the airport in Vegas at noon in time to relax and get ready for the ceremony at three o’clock. I booked us three suites so that the bride and groom can get ready for the ceremony separately. It’s clear that Isla and Mark want to be alone together, and we all go to our suites.

“The view,” Grace says, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and looking out.

I go and stand behind her and rest my hands on her hips. “Vegas is beautiful,” I admit.

I drop my mouth to her neck to plant kisses on her skin. “How can you smell so good all the time?” I murmur.

Grace giggles. “You smell good too. Manly.”

I bring my hands to her belly and slip them under her blouse to touch her skin. She inhales deeply as I rub circles on her skin before moving higher to cup her breasts. Her breathing goes heavy as I tease her nipples over her bra.

“I love how responsive you are to my touch,” I whisper into my ear.

“You turn me on so easily,” Grace says, her voice husky.

“I want to fuck you while you’re looking out at the view of sin city.”

Her breath hitches. “Yes.”

I want to undress her slowly, but all those plans fly out the window. I’m pretty sure I’ve ripped some of the buttons off her blouse in my haste to get it off. She helps me pull down her pants and her panties. I unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants and boxer briefs, before taking Grace into my arms.

I lower my head to take a nipple in my mouth while teasing the other one with my fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”

She threads her fingers through my hair, and her moans fill the room. I drop to my knees, spread her legs and bury my head into her pussy. She smells of arousal and sunshine.

“I love how you taste,” I tell her.

She pushes my head back between her legs. Yes ma’am. I continue devouring her pussy and lick off all her juices as they seep out of her.

“More,” Grace demands, and I push two fingers in and continue flicking her clit with my tongue.

I lick and suck and pump her with my fingers until she explodes in a climax. Meanwhile, my cock is jerking up and down crazily, demanding attention. I get to my feet and gently turn Grace around. She lays her palms flat on the window and angles herself to ease my entry.

I slam into her as we both look out at the city below us. This is a moment I’ll never forget. Grace cries out as I thrust into her, and in seconds, we’re both climaxing. It’s the fastest for me, but the thrill of feeling displayed like a fish in a bowl while at the same time protected from view is a definite climax-inducing experience.

“That was hot,” Grace says when it’s over.

“Hotter than hot.” I pull her into my hands and hold her close to me. “I wish we were the ones getting married.”

She stiffens in my arms.

“It’s a joke.”

Her muscles relax. I pull back to stare into her eyes, and she smiles at me. I don’t ask her the question on my mind. Is the thought of being married to me so frightening? Has she not thought about it even once?

Instead, I plant a kiss on her mouth and head to the bathroom. Everything in Vegas is over the top, and the bathtub is no exception. It’s massive and inviting, and after I fill it with water, Grace and I slip in and relax as bubbles form around us.

“This is real luxury,” Grace purrs as I soap her back. “Thank you for bringing us.”

“You’re welcome.” She’s seated between my legs and facing away from me. I’m glad that she’s enjoying the experience.

None of the women I’ve ever dated were even remotely appreciative of any lengths I went to in order to please them. As far as they were concerned, they were entitled to it. It’s a new experience being with a woman who appreciates me and doesn’t take me for granted. I want to take Grace and bottle her up, the way perfume makers bottle special scents. I wasn’t joking when I told her that I wished it were us getting married. If I thought she would say yes, I would ask her in a heartbeat.

After our bath, we order room service, and while waiting, we relax in the living room clad in the hotel bathrobes.

Grace chuckles as she reads a message from her phone. “It’s from Isla. She says she’s never leaving this hotel.”

I laugh. “I know a screenwriter who came to Vegas to visit and decided he wasn’t going to leave. He still lives and works from here as far as I know. He’s holed up in some hotel somewhere; I don’t remember which one.”

Grace stares at me in wonder. “I couldn’t afford to live here.”

“Soon, you’re going to be rich enough to live anywhere in the world you want,” I tell her. I’m excited about her solo show, and I cannot wait to see the reception Grace’s work receives from the art world.

She stares at me blankly. She really has no concept of how talented she is, and that’s part of the fun of this.

“The solo show. I predict that not one painting will remain on those walls,” I tell her. I’ve told my art collecting buddies, and they can’t wait to sample her work. They’ll love it. I know that Greg is working furiously to build up excitement for the new artist. I’ve been keeping my excitement from Grace, and I’ve also resisted begging her to show me what she’s done so far. I don’t want to pile any pressure on her.

She stares at me and then laughs. “I love your enthusiasm, Kyle, but don’t get your hopes too high. I’ll be happy to sell even one piece.”

There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t. She’ll have to see for herself; nothing I can say can convince her that she’s a star.

Lunch is wheeled in minutes later, and Grace and I eat to our hearts’ content. Then it’s time for her to go and help Isla get ready.

“I’ll see you later,” I tell her as I walk her to the door.

She throws her hands around my neck and kisses me noisily on my mouth. I steal the opportunity to pull her against me. I cup her ass and dry hump her. I’m already hard again.

“You sure you have to go?” I whisper into her ear.

“Mmmm, I could spare five minutes, and I’m thinking it’s enough time for what I have in mind,” she says.

She drops to a kneeling position and pulls the ribbons that hold the robe together. It falls open, revealing my swollen, hard cock.

“I can never get used to seeing your cock. It’s so big,” Grace says as she wraps a hand around it. She strokes it lovingly and then licks the precum gathered at the tip. I want to grab her head and push my cock into her mouth, but I resist the temptation and instead caress her head lightly.

She rubs the tip of my cock on her mouth and then swirls her tongue around the head. I almost lose it. She licks the length of it while keeping a firm grip at the base. When she finally takes me into her mouth, I’m like a raging animal who can barely be contained. I grip her head and thrust my hips forward. Grace moans as she takes me deeper into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes.”

She pulls back and then takes me into her mouth again. I increase my movements, and she reaches around me to grip my ass. She’s good with her mouth. She does things with her tongue that no one has ever done to me. I must remember to ask her where she learned it. It had better be from a book, I think, as possessive feelings come over me.

“I’m going to come, sweetheart,” I manage to tell her.

Her mouth is full, but she responds by squeezing my ass. I take that as consent to come into her mouth, which I do in the next few seconds. She swallows everything and then looks at me with a huge smile on her face.

“You taste sweet,” she says and licks the tip of my cock again as if she wants more.

“Fuck, Grace, that was out of this world.”

She stands up and gives a little curtsy that makes me laugh. “I’m happy to be of service.” She rearranges my bathrobe and ties the ribbons together. “I’ll just wash my hands and face before leaving. And brush my teeth. I don’t think Isla would appreciate my breath.”

I laugh again. “I don’t think so.”

When Grace leaves, I hop onto my phone to check on my emails. I can’t stop grinning for no reason. I guess this is what it means to finally be with the person you were meant to be with.

Now I understand why people who are in love are constantly grinning like idiots. Now that Grace has accepted my lifestyle in the limelight, I have no worries about our future.