12. Leni
Valentine's Day is finally here, and I can hardly contain my excitement as Nash and I pull up to the dazzling entrance of the fancy Las Vegas hotel. The bright lights twinkle like stars against the night sky, an electric atmosphere buzzing around us. My heart races at the thought of our weekend escape. This isn’t just any ordinary trip; it’s a celebration of us, and all I can hope is that the weekend lives up to the wild promise of the city.
Nash jumps out of the car, swinging open the door for me like the charming gentleman he is. I slide out, feeling the rush of cool night air kiss my skin and send a thrill through me.
We glide through the grand lobby, the ambiance luxurious, with marble floors and shimmering chandeliers overhead. The energy pulses around us, and it feels surreal to be sharing this moment with him.
At the check-in desk, I can see him charm the receptionist with that confident grin of his while I lean against the counter, trying to keep my breath steady.
The way he moves through this space, commanding attention without even trying, makes something swell in my chest. This man is mine all mine.
After a few brief moments, we have our key, and Nash leads me toward the elevators. The ride up to the top floor flashes by. The anticipation crackles in the air, palpable as he swipes the key card in front of the suite door. I’m practically vibrating with excitement as he opens the door to reveal the interior.
When we step inside, my breath hitches. The modern suite sprawls out before us with luxurious furnishings. I walk over and look out the huge window facing the shimmering city skyline. “Holy shit, Nash,” I breathe, taking it all in. “This is incredible!”
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his gaze firm on mine, the warmth radiating from his presence washing over me like sunlight. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and the way he looks at me makes my insides twist with something powerful and exhilarating. “Let’s check out the balcony.”
With curiosity bubbling up inside me, I follow him as he strides over to the sliding glass door. He pulls it open, and before me stretches a terrace overlooking all of Vegas. The night air rushes in, filling my lungs with the intoxicating mix of excitement and adventure. I step outside, and the view takes my breath away. As far as you can see, the city lights sparkle beneath the vast, starry sky like a canvas of dreams.
“Wow,” I murmur, the sheer beauty of it almost overwhelming.
Nash moves beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth radiating against my skin, the solid presence of him grounding me. “It’s just the beginning,” he says, his voice low, tinged with something serious. When I turn to meet his gaze, I see a fierce intensity there, a fire that seems so aligned with my own emotions.
“It’s incredible,” I reply, trying to convey the rush of gratitude, joy, and desire swirling inside me. “This whole weekend feels like a dream. I can’t believe I get to spend it in Las Vegas with you.”
And then he leans in close, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and whispers, “You deserve this.” That raw sincerity in his voice sends a flutter through me, sparking an undeniable warmth that pools in my stomach. “I thought this trip would be the perfect way to celebrate both your job and Valentine’s Day. And to apologize again for being an asshole when you told me about your job offer.”
He’s been so sweet since our first little disagreement. I know he had a hard time with my job until he came to the locker room to meet the players. Once he realized most are in committed relationships and all of them respect the trainers and therapists too much to cause trouble, he stopped worrying as much.
After a moment, he pulls back, and we stand there together, sharing the view, soaking in the atmosphere. I could easily spend the rest of the night wrapped up in this moment with him. But there's an undeniable thrill lurking beneath the surface, and I’m ready to embrace whatever the weekend has in store for us.
He takes my hand and leads me back into the suite. “I’ve been dreaming about this that entire goddam three-hour plane ride,” Nash whispers against my lips, and my mind turns to mush.
“It was a long flight,” I agree. More than once, I wondered if anyone would notice if I dragged him to the tiny bathroom to have my way with him.
His warm lips cover mine and he lifts me against his muscular body. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight.
The next thing I know, we’re standing in the dark bedroom next to a massive bed. He sets me on my feet and whispers, “If you like these clothes, get them off quickly.”
I pull my sweater over my head and toss it aside as he turns on the small light on the dresser.
“I want to see your luscious curves.” He smiles and reaches down to pull his polo shirt free of his jeans. I quickly shed my yoga pants and undies and lie back on the bed.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it away, causing my girly bits to tingle in anticipation. Lying back on the cool bed, I pinch my side just to make sure this isn’t all a dream. When a little flash of pain shoots through the area, it confirms I really am in this Las Vegas hotel with the man of my dreams.
He quickly unhooks his belt and pushes his jeans down his legs before kicking them away. When he spreads out on the bed next to me, I reach out and wrap my hand around his rock-hard cock.
Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids when he gently bites down on one of my nipples while rolling the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
His cock jumps in my hold and I decide to try something new. I push him back against the bed and smile at him. “I’m in charge this time.”
“I’m not going to argue.” His grin causes a spark to move straight down my body to my clit.
I kiss and lick my way down his gorgeous body, stopping to explore each ridge with my tongue until I make it all the way down to his hard shaft. I wrap my hand around it and slowly stroke up and down, watching as he throws his head back and growls my name.
I run my finger through the wetness leaking from the tip and spread it around as Nash’s muscular legs tremble. “Stop teasing me and suck my cock into your mouth.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slowly run my tongue from the base of it up to the tip and then close my lips around the head.
My lips stretch around his hard cock as I suck him deep into my throat.
“Fuck,” he growls and digs his hand through my hair to grip the back of my head.
I throw myself into pleasuring him, and he seems to enjoy my efforts if his groans and the dirty promises falling from his lips are anything to go by. I’m dripping wet from all the things he wants to do to me. “I’m about to come down your throat.” His warning doesn’t stop me. If anything, it causes me to work harder at driving him crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to shout my name as a climax blasts through him. I continue to lightly suck as tremors run through his muscular body.
I kiss my way back up his body and stare down into his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re still hard.”
“It’s a permanent condition when you’re around.” He chuckles and pulls my head down for his kiss. He devours my mouth while I reach between us to line his still-hard cock up with my opening.
I circle my hips and press down, taking his hardness deep. I sit back and stare into his eyes as he lets me take control. It doesn’t take long for me to find the perfect rhythm to drive us both crazy. He rolls both of my nipples between his fingers then drags his nails down the center of my body, causing goosebumps to break out in his wake.
When he presses his thumb against my clit, electric sparks sizzle along my nerves as I come, clenching my inner muscles tight around his cock to make sure he comes with me. One orgasm blends into another as he shouts my name.
I use my very last ounce of strength to drop down on his chest.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for the rest of the weekend,” I mutter against his warm skin as he runs his hand slowly up and down my back.
“That’s okay. There’s room service.” He chuckles.
“Then everything is perfect.”
“Not yet.” He rolls over and hops out of bed. “But it’s about to be.” Nash quickly rushes to the living room, and I hear him rooting around for a minute. The next thing I know, he comes back and drops to his knees next to the bed. “I love you, Valentina Perkins. Life will be perfect if you agree to marry me.” My heart pounds away in my chest when he holds out a stunning diamond ring. “What do you say? Will you make an honest man out of me?”
“I love you, too, so I guess I’ll take one for the team,” I tease and throw my arms around his neck as the perfect future stretches out ahead of us. “But first I want to know how you found out my full name.”
“That’s my little secret.” He smirks and covers my lips with his. When we come up for air, he slips the diamond ring on my finger. “When I took Boo to the vet for her shots last week, they had me look over the information to make sure it was correct. I saw it then.”
“I should’ve known Boo would let you in on all my secrets.” Happiness flows through me as I snuggle into his warm embrace.