Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) (3 page)

     “Amir.”

     He turned and looked at Simone when she softly called his name. Her dress was on the floor and she stood there wearing a hot pink thong and matching bra. Pushing himself away from the door, Amir walked towards Simone with a smile on his face as his eyes roamed her perfect model’s body from head to toe.

     Yes, the day he took his vows with Aleesha, he would be faithful to her for the rest of his life - but that day hadn’t come yet.     

Chapter 2

     After Aleesha and her friends checked into their hotel, the women excitedly chatted and giggled as they rode the elevator up to their floor. Once there, they headed down the hall to the three reserved suites. Aleesha, Jerra, and Keisha were staying together. The others went to their respective rooms to freshen up and get ready for a night of partying. When Aleesha unlocked the door, she dropped her bags and screamed in disbelief.
     “Damn! This cannot be real!” she squealed.
     “Only the best for you, mama,” Keisha told her as she as Jerra pulled her into the room.
     A fully stocked bar ran the length of one wall. The plush carpet underneath their feet was thick and luxurious, almost making them feel as if they were walking on a cushiony cloud. A large flat screen TV dominated one of the other walls, and the ultra-modern furniture was a combination of glass and black leather.
     Aleesha walked to the kitchen and opened the stainless steel refrigerator. Bottles of champagne and wine were stacked along the door. Trays of every fruit imaginable took up shelves next to veggie dishes and bowls of dip. Aleesha couldn’t resist grabbing one of the chocolate covered strawberries. When she bit into the sweet, juicy fruit, the sinful taste of the decadent chocolate caused her eyes to close in ecstasy.
     “Girl, now this is what I call a suite….gorgeous!” Jerra exclaimed. “Look at the view.”
     Walking over to the large floor to ceiling windows, they took in a breathtaking picture of blinking lights against a midnight velvety sky. Lit up hotels and casinos were scattered out as far as the eye could see.
     Aleesha wistfully sighed. “This is so beautiful. Amir would love it here.” Both Keisha and Jerra turned to glare at her. Not giving them a chance to pounce, Aleesha backtracked in a hurry. “But as for now, it’s time to get our party on. Come on ladies. Let’s get this show on the road.”
     An hour and a half later, everyone met up at their suite, changed and ready to hit the nightclub. They’d heard a lot about Club Raine, which was conveniently located inside the hotel, and were anxious to get the night started

    Glancing at her girls, Aleesha saw the outfits were very short and very tight.     Not to be outdone, she was wearing a black halter dress which tied around her neck and left her back bare. The skirt reached her upper thighs and showed off thick brown legs which shimmered from the scented butter lotion she’d lavishly slathered on. Blessed with generous hips and ass, she had no trouble getting attention whenever she walked into a room. Slipping into 4-inch heels and applying a last dab of lipstick, she was ready to go out and celebrate.
     As they entered the club, they were struck by how large it was. The dance floor was packed full of gorgeous people dressed in beautiful clothes. The energy emanating from the crowd quickly put them in a mood to have fun and let loose.
     A hostess was waiting to lead them to a large reserved table. After they ordered the first round of drinks, almost immediately half of the group, including Aleesha, was pulled on the floor by brothas too fine for words. They were plentiful and came in a smorgasbord of flavors. Who knew Vegas offered such a delectable array of choices.
     Already tipsy, Aleesha shook her head as she surveyed her girls once she was seated back at her table. She felt a little sorry for the men they’d set their sights on. Knowing her friends the way she did, they were gonna take full advantage of the wallets and the dicks.

     Oh well, Leesh thought. That life has nothing to do with me anymore. In less than two weeks, I'm going to be Mrs. Amir Montgomery. Aleesha propped her chin up on her hand as her mind went over the wedding plans she’d been working on.
     Seeing that Aleesha was slipping into a dream state which could mean she was thinking about Amir again, Keisha decided it was time to get down and dirty. Walking to the bar, she ordered two of the clubs most lethal drinks, called the ‘Knock Me Down and Fuck Me’. It consisted of rum, Southern Comfort, and Amaretto. The concoction was topped off with OJ then poured over crushed ice.
     As she made her way back to the table, Keisha took a small sip and cringed at the potency. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about, she said to herself with a grin. Giving the drink to Aleesha, they tapped glasses in a silent toast.

     Taking a big swallow, Aleesha gagged when the fiery liquid made its way down her throat. “Keisha, what the fuck…?! What is this?” Aleesha's face was screwed up in distaste from the mixture of strong alcohols.
     “It's called a 'Knock Me Down and Fuck Me'. I’m tired of trying to get your mind off of that fiancée of yours who, by the way, will be having his own bachelor party next weekend. Do you really think he’s going to be moping around wondering what in the hell you’re doing?” Aleesha opened her mouth to respond but Keisha continued without taking a breath. “No! He won’t! So for the last time, stop acting like a little bitch and have some damn fun - that is if you still remember how!”
     Leesh narrowed her eyes at the dare her girl had just thrown at her. She looked Keisha dead in the eye as she gulped the drink down until the glass was half empty. She might be rusty, but she’d be damned if she let Keisha punk her out at her own bachelorette party.
     Aleesha jumped up and snatched the hand of the first guy she saw and proceeded to drag him out onto the dance floor. The man looked down in surprise at the sexy little thing pulling him behind her. He quickly put his drink down on a passing table and took long strides to keep up with her rapid, determined steps. His eyes followed the sway of her hips which swished from side to side in her haste.

     Damn. He was definitely an ass man, and just the thought of hittin’ that from the back was making him hard as a brick.
     Aleesha weaved her way through the pulsating crowd until she finally found an opening they could squeeze into. Feeling her head swimming a little from the effects of the alcohol, she threw her hands up and started dancing. Still not even looking at the man she’d commandeered, she turned her back to the tall brotha and started moving to the rhythm.
     Letting go of everything except the melody flowing from the booming speakers, Aleesha became one with the beat. Her body moved sensuously in time to the music, reminding her partner of an exotic dancer who had no inhibitions whatsoever. Licking his lips, he wondered if she showed the same amount of abandonment when she was being fucked.

     His breath caught in his throat as she bent over, hands on her knees, and backed her ass up. She had to feel his erection, and when she smiled and grinded her ass even deeper into his crouch, he was sure of it!
     Never one to back down from a challenge, he placed his hands on either side of her hips and matched her grind for grind. Her skirt slightly rode up over her upper thighs. No one paid them the slightest bit of attention, but then again, this was Vegas. 
     Moments later, the music changed to a slower song. Sliding his hands up to her waist, he turned her around and pulled her body to his, noting that her breasts were just as luscious as the ass he’d just finished admiring. 

     With the halter dress leaving her back bare, he ran his hands over her soft shoulders then down to her waist again. Eyes still closed, Aleesha threw her arms around the stranger’s neck. She gasped when she felt her nipples become small, hard pellets as they brushed against his chest.  “Mmmm….”
     Hearing the low moan, he glanced down to look into her attractive face. Seeing her clearly now for the first time, the man paused.

     Wait a minute. It can’t be…. Aleesha??

     Engulfed in a haze of sensual contentment, Aleesha didn’t even notice his body stiffen as he continued to stare at her with a look of surprise mixed with shock. She was extremely relaxed and his arms felt so right wrapped around her at this moment. When his hands tightened at her waist, a small warning in the back of her mind told her that she needed to stop and put an end to this now – whatever this was. Aleesha tried to placate the voice of reason by silently whispering she would…right after the song ended. Somewhat pacified with the decision, she snuggled closer.

     He shut his eyes for a moment then lowered his head and hugged her tight. Slowly exhaling, he allowed his hands to slide away from the softness of her bare back, follow the path of her curved waist, and stop right above the flared roundness of her behind. His now throbbing erection pressed against the pliancy of her center. Feeling it, sparks of desire unexpectedly shot through Aleesha’s body. When he saw she offered no objection, he slowly pushed his dick into that soft spot until her hips answered in a like manner.

     Lowering his lips, he softly nipped at her neck to sample her sweetness. Aleesha couldn’t stop the helpless shudder which claimed her. He felt the damp heat from her core surround the strong thigh he worked between her legs. With both hands still on her ass, he firmly pressed his leg against her mound, circling it back and forth.
     Following the tempo he set, Aleesha rocked her body on his muscled thigh, succeeding in stimulating her aroused clitoris. Everyone and everything around them seemed to disappear. The only thing she was aware of was the crescendo of pleasure building inside of her and spiraling out of control. As one song blended into the next, Aleesha’s orgasm hit. At that exact moment, nothing else mattered except riding that pinnacle of mindless ecstasy he was delivering to her.

       Her body trembled when he increased the pressure of his thigh. His hands kneaded and squeezed her buttocks, which were moving in tiny, but frenzied, circles against his leg. Aleesha moaned as she finally reached her peak. She buried her face in his neck as her body convulsed. Her hips continued the rocking motion until she was spent. Breathing hard, she almost collapsed against him after it passed. With his face inches away from hers, she slowly became aware of where she was and what she had just done.

     “Mmm….” A low growl sounded from his chest. “Aleesha…”

     Hearing her name, Aleesha abruptly lifted her head. “How did you…”

     She stopped mid-sentence and quickly inhaled. With an expression bordering on horror, her eyes widened and shone bright with recognition as she finally took a good look at him.

     He was as handsome as she remembered. Flawless dark brown skin, intense and seductive light brown eyes, paired with a low cut fade made up an irresistible physical package. Neatly trimmed sideburns framed his face and gave way to a sexy goatee. Seeing her staring, he licked his lips again, bringing her attention to their softness. Aleesha’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue before looking up at him. The alcoholic fog lifted in an instant; she was now stone cold sober. 

     Aleesha brought her hands to his chest and pushed away from him as if he’d suddenly sprouted horns, a tail, and two heads. She took a step back and covered her mouth with her hand as their eyes locked.

     Oh. Oh no. Oh no-no-no-no-no….

     “Marcus…?” she whispered.

     His lips curved up into the sexy smile she remembered so well. “Yeah. How are you, Aleesha?”

     Aleesha blinked as she tried to remain calm. How was she? What was she supposed to say to that? Oh, I’m fine, and by the way – thanks for the orgasm?? “Oh, God…”

     Seeing her distress, Marcus reached for her hand, but Aleesha shook her head and pulled away from his touch. Turning around, she ran off the dance floor. When she heard Marcus call her name, she quickened her pace. Unable to move through the crowd as fast as she did, he quickly lost sight of her.
     One of his friends walked up beside him. “Damn, who was that? Honey was fine.”
     Frustrated and horny, Marcus just shrugged and ignored his friend, Darrell.  Fuck!  He thought as his eyes searched the club. Where did she go?! Taking a deep breath to steady his breathing, he glanced at Darrell, and finally just shook his head and turned away to hide how affected he was from seeing Aleesha again after all these years.  
     “Well, maybe there will be plenty of women like that at the bachelorette party we’re dancing at tomorrow night,” Darrell commented as his eyes followed a skimpily dressed woman who passed by them and smiled.

     Marcus swallowed his disappointment and gave a half-hearted nod of agreement. “Yeah. Maybe…”
 
   Chapter 3

     Thankful she’d kept the key to their room, Aleesha rushed off the elevator and took hurried steps until she got to the door of her suite. Her head was spinning as if she’d just stepped off of a merry-go-round. She placed a hand on the wall to steady herself and had to try several times before she was able to insert the keycard into the thin slot. Once inside the room, she gratefully leaned back against the door and closed her eyes, but opened them just as quickly when images of the last few minutes flashed behind her lids like a movie playing on a high definition screen.
     Marcus. She still couldn’t believe it; she couldn’t believe any of it. Oh God, Aleesha, what have you done?? Tightly squeezing her eyes closed again, she willed herself to wake up from this nightmare, but the tingling dampness between her thighs told her this was all too real.

     Gingerly straightening away from her perch on the door, Aleesha made her way to the couch and kicked her shoes off. Plopping down on the soft cushions, she leaned her head back and tried in vain to stop the room from circling around like a never ending spinning top.
     Damn Keisha and that damned drink! What was it called? ‘A Fuck Me and Knock Me Down’ or a ‘Fuck Me Down and Suck Me…’? Whatever it was had caused her to make one hell of a mistake. Groaning even more, she covered her face with her hands as she thought about Amir. She’d been in Vegas less than twenty-four hours and cheated on him.