Chapter 4
"Who lives closer? Probably me since I'm only down the street from the diner." They had quite the trek back to the diner, unless Jon lived directly on the Strip, which she doubted. A cab wouldn't be a problem to hail though. "And you may be paid to put on shows, but I'm definitely not showing MY goods to the world, Jon."
A prude she wasn't, but she also wasn't an exhibitionist either. Vallea smacked his arm at the eye-roll and continued looking out at the lit-up city, the stars glittering in the sky with the moon. It truly was an incredible sight and she was glad to share this moment with Jon. He nipped her neck and she shivered, feeling his arm tighten around her further to caress her bare stomach beneath the tank top she had on. His hand was calloused and it felt amazing against her soft skin, his touch rough yet gentle at the same time.
She had said no to here, but that didn't mean he couldn't and wouldn't torment her. They had come a long way since the diner; they'd both probably feel that walk tomorrow. But it had been easy, walking and chatting with her. It had been comfortable and that wasn't something he had felt with anyone in a long time.
"You got any roommates I need to worry about?" Or lovers, or exes, he was pretty sure sex was going to happen. Jon just wanted to make sure all his bases were covered and he wasn't going to be dipping his dick in crazy or crazy's exes.
"No roommates and my exes don't live anywhere near me." Vallea assured him, placing her hand over his, and could feel her panties flood all over again. There would be no changing them since they'd be naked before this night ended. Not a single doubt in her mind it would happen with Jon. "Are you clean?" An STD was something Vallea did not want to deal with or experience, ever. "I get tested at least once a year and I haven't been with anyone in a while." Close to 8 months, actually. She was in a bit of a drought and it hadn't bothered her. "And I'm clean as a whistle, just so you know."
"I'm clean." Regular STD testing was now part of the regular physicals and check-ups, along with routine drug tests and all that fun shit. "Doesn't mean I'm not wrapping up."
Some guys had issues with condoms, not him. Jon was a better safe than sorry sort, and he wasn't about to have any little Jon's running around until he was damned good and ready. Jon stepped away from her, studying her thoughtfully. He could feel the ball moving again, knowing they were heading down now.
"Why don't we call a cab and get back to our cars? We can go from there."
So far, Vallea had proven to be rather refreshing to talk too. She wasn't shy about personal topics and she was very matter-of-fact, a lot of people wouldn't have volunteered that information right out the gate. That was kind of a shame actually, more people needed to speak up about their STD status and stuff. Maybe there'd be less issues.
"Sounds good."
There was no reason to hide anything from someone she was about to bed. Vallea wanted to be sure no issues would occur during or after their roll in the hay. It was a little late to be shy since she'd initiated both kisses between them. There wasn't a shy bone in her body. Condoms were fine by her too; she actually preferred them and wouldn't sleep with someone unless they used one. Maybe THAT was a little prudish of her, but once again, even if the person said they were clean, didn't necessarily mean they weren't lying. Vallea could tell Jon wasn't lying to her, feeling it in her mind and heart.
"Thank you for bringing me here. I can't believe I haven't been on this thing and I've lived here for a couple of years now. How long have you lived in Vegas?"
"About four years now, give or take. I like it, it suits me."
The city of Sin, fast cars, fast women, a fast lifestyle, it was right up his alley.
Not to mention, it was a lot different than where he had grown up, which was a definite perk. And on those occasions when he got tired of the never-ending nightlife that permeated the city even in the daytime, the surrounding deserts, canyons, and mountains offered him more than enough distraction to soothe the city weariness right out of him. Not to mention he had met her out there. Jon was going to have to go out hiking and climbing more often.
"I've made it a point to explore a lot of the place and every time, I find more."
"I think it's been 5 or 6 years for me. I just one day left home and never looked back, came here to start new and found my job immediately. It's weird how it happened so smoothly too. Like it was a job that was too good to be true, but I'm glad it wasn't because it's the reason I'm stable enough financially that I can take a week or two off to gather myself and decompress…and meet handsome guys that like to rock climb in the desert." Vallea winked at him, letting Jon know that was a definite first for her. The globe came to a stop and they walked off with his fingers lacing hers.
A few minutes later, they were in a cab on their way to the diner to grab their vehicles.
Five or six years was a couple of years? Her perception of time was vastly different than his own. Jon shook his head, shoving it out of mind. He was mildly curious about what made her leave her home and never look back, as she had said. Family troubles, boring small-town life? Maybe a mafia husband she had run from. No, that last one was definitely his over-active imagination.
"So, was this how you envisioned your day going, doll?"
She smiled up at him with twinkling eyes and released his hand to squeeze his thigh, shaking her head. "Not at all. But I'm glad it happened the way it did. Vegas is full of surprises, you just never know who you'll run into or who will save your life, in this instance."
If this was their only night together, Vallea planned on making the most of it and leaving an impression. Hopefully, Jon wouldn't forget her because she damn sure would never be able to forget him. Rock climbing would always have that memory of him saving her from death.
"What about you? Did you envision your day turning out like this?"
"No," He chuckled, shaking his head.
Jon hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary actually. For the most part, this 'vacation' had been quiet and low-key, it was both nice and boring, and way too safe. Jon definitely needed to break it up and she was the perfect way to do it.
"You are just the breath of fresh air I needed to shake things up." They arrived at the diner with Jon paying the fee for the cab and he pulled her into his arms, this time kissing her passionately. "You sure you want to do this? No turning back, doll."
She answered with another kiss and slid her hand down to stroke his short-covered crotch, his groan forcing their lips apart. "I want you, Jon." Hopefully, he wasn't having second thoughts because she had zero doubts in her mind. "Follow me."
Reluctantly pulling away from him, she went to her car and slid behind the wheel, waiting for him to do the same thing. Within 10 minutes, they were parked and standing outside of her condo. Vallea took his hand and unlocked her front door before pulling him inside, immediately pushing him against it to effectively close it. Flicking the deadbolt on it, Vallea pushed his shirt up over his head to expose his delicious, smooth muscular chest and slid her fingers down his skin in a teasing manner.
Admittedly, Jon was somewhat concerned that she was lying. She could be a crazy fan, who was playing him for a damn fine game, which would explain why she was not shy at all about putting out after knowing him for less than 24 hours. The concern was short-lived and he didn't care if she was lying, or crazy, or both. All he cared about was that beautiful hand of hers groping him through the front of his shorts.
"Tease." He rasped, gripping her chin in his hand and forcing her head up so he could nip her bottom lip.
"I can be, yes." Vallea agreed, her tone full of seduction and softer than normal.
She didn't know a thing about professional wrestling because it was something she'd never been introduced to. It was never on at home with her parents when she was younger, which was how most people got involved in it and grew up with it. She was not one of those people. Very rarely was she in front of the television set because Vallea enjoyed the outdoors and being in nature. Vegas was very busy with the hustle and bustle, but it had its beautiful natural spots like the Red Rocks and other canyons and valleys. If Jon thought she was lying, that was on him because she had spoken only the truth from the moment he saved her.
"But I also please very well too."
"Good to hear."
Gripping her by the hips, he lifted Vallea and turned, planting her ass against the door. He rather enjoyed the way her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body. This time it was Jon's turn to tease as he kissed his way down the column of her throat, feeling her tilting her head to the side, providing him with better access.
"You've been giving me problems all day, doll." He informed her, biting at her pulse point before soothing the now red area with his tongue.
"I have?" Vallea tried to sound innocent and failed, caressing his upper body, and loved the muscles rippling beneath her touch. He was truly a beautiful specimen and she shivered at the feeling of his teeth and tongue against her neck, making her world start spinning. A deep, thick passion haze befell her mind and all Vallea could do was withstand the onslaught as long as he wanted to tease and torment her. "The feeling is mutual, handsome." Her eyes drifted shut as he continued teasing her neck and nibbling on her ear, his body pressing her further against the door. "The panties I'm wearing right now are ruined, thanks to you. And they've been damp since dinner…" That made him growl, sending another shiver through her body.
What man didn't want to hear that pretty much his presence alone had dampened a gorgeous woman's panties? That was one hell of an ego booster, and it was also good to know that he wasn't the only one who had been having issues all damn day. "Naughty girl, walking around in ruined panties…" He would have gladly removed them earlier for her.
In fact…Jon let her feet hit the floor and began kissing his way down her body, lowering himself until he was on his knees before her. Vallea was sure he could smell her arousal through the thin material of her panties, after removing her jean shorts. She pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her just in her bra and drenched panties. They were soaked through, she hadn't been lying and Jon pressed his nose against them, inhaling her scent. She could feel his hot breath puffing against her damp panties and slid her hands over his short hair, sliding her tongue out to wet her lips.
"Being naughty is so much fun, though…" She purred, feeling his thumbs hook in the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. She wasn't clean-shaven, but neatly trimmed, so at least he wouldn't be plucking pubic hair out of his teeth. "And you're a naughty man for letting me drive you crazy all day, Jon…"
"I was already halfway there, doll." He rumbled, trailing his lips along her inner thighs, taking his time to lathe each one with attention.
What was refreshing was how nonchalant and confident she was. Most women would have scrambled to shower or at least freshen up after walking and baking in the hot Vegas sun like they had all day. She didn't smell rank, she smelled like sunshine, her own natural musk, and something else he couldn't quite place, but it was scrumptious. Those panties of hers were ruined, he doubted they were coming clean in the wash, she hadn't been lying about them being soaked.
"I'm going to drive you straight through crazy, Vallea," He forewarned, giving her one final opportunity to stop this.
"I'm gonna hold you to that…" Vallea breathed out, her inner thighs beginning to tremble.
The feeling of his beard brushing against her soft skin sent tingles throughout her frame and made her heady. It both tickled and enticed her all at the same time. The moment his tongue came in contact with her quivering sex, Vallea's eyes shut and she relished in it, gripping his muscular shoulders. Jon lifted her leg to drape over his shoulder, spreading her even wider for his mouth and tongue to devour, and leaned back against the door, writhing, drowning in ecstasy.
"Earth to Valle." A finger snapped in her face, forcing Vallea out of her deep thoughts and her client at the time, Monique, smiled at her softly. "Damn girl, what are you daydreaming about?"
If Monique only knew…Vallea shook her head, pulling her gaze away from the window, and leaned her head back against the comfortable seat. "Just reminiscing about something. Nothing important. Anyway, are you happy to be back home?"
They were flying into Vegas after spending two weeks in Hawaii, where Monique had a lot of business meetings to attend. Vallea had been hired as her personal assistant, needing the organization skills and help with paperwork and whatnot, keeping everything together. Monique had worked extensively with Vallea over the years and they were good friends, both single ladies on the prowl. Or so that was what Monique called them. She was fine with it, though ever since she'd slept with Jon, which was only once, Vallea hadn't been able to be with anyone else.
It'd been 2 months since they last spoke; she had woken up to an empty bed and Jon gone, no note or anything left behind. Even though she had his number and he had hers, they didn't call each other and went on with their lives. Vallea had gone back to work after a couple more days just for a distraction and hadn't taken a vacation since. The plane landed as they walked through the terminal, heading for the area to grab their checked luggage. On the drive back to the office, Vallea caught something out of her eye and stopped the car, startling Monique.
"What is that?"