Could This Be Happening? Part 29
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 29
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5757
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 29
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[Before 3.16 Un-American Graffiti]
[Mid- March 2007: 23 weeks pregnant]
“Yeah! I’m fuckin’ done.” Dick yells with his hands in the air in celebration as he bursts into the Presidential Suite. “I just finished my last mid-term and I need a drink.”
Logan lifts his head from placing clothes in a small suitcase sitting on his bed and listens to Dick’s proclamation. Logan laughs.
Dick throws his pen and notebook on his bed and returns to the living room, continuing into the kitchenette. He opens a beer and throws the bottle cap on the counter carelessly then walks to Logan and Veronica’s room.
“Dude, that English mid-term was a bitch.” Dick says handing Logan a beer and plopping down on the Echolls’ king-sized bed. “You done yet?” Dick looks up at Logan.
“Those foreign languages will get you every time. I just have to hand in my psych paper tonight.” Logan continues throwing clothes into the suitcase.
“Where’s Ronnie?” Dick asks casually and tips his bottle back swallowing half of his beer.
“Hi, Honey, I’m home.” Veronica bellows from the entranceway of the Suite.
“In here, Honey.” Dick answers Veronica’s call and smiles at Logan. Logan rolls his eyes.
Veronica plunks down on the bed next to Dick and watches Logan folding his clothes before placing them in the suitcase.
“What did the doctor say?” Logan says taking his beer from the table and swallowing a few gulps.
“Same. BP up a little bit still but the meds are helping. Baby’s movements are acceptable and I am cleared to fly on a plane for no more than six hours.” She bounces on the bed with excitement.
“Dude, you can’t fly?” Dick asks surprised.
“She has high blood pressure, she has to be careful.” Logan winks at his wife.
“The further along I get, the more danger I’m in to deliver early. I can’t sit for more than six hours at a time, without getting up and walking around. That’s why Logan and I can’t drive to Vegas. It’s too long of a ride. The doctor isn’t thrilled I’m leaving the area but I sweet-talked him.” Veronica explains with a grin. “All’s good.”
“Damn, I didn’t know you had, like, all these problems and stuff.”
“I’m pregnant. I just have to be careful.” Veronica looks at Logan confirming what he’s been saying the entire pregnancy. Logan smiles proudly.
“Parker called earlier. She said the guy she’s bringing will meet us in Vegas. His brother lives out there and he’s going to meet up with him before he hangs with us.” Logan says as he sits on the bed moving the suitcase to the floor. “She’s going to the airport with Mac and Bronson.” Dick groans and picks his beer label.
“Did you end up getting three or four rooms?” Veronica asks Logan.
“Four. I got a sweet deal. They’re not suites but they look over the strip and you can see the Bellagio’s water fountains from the rooms.”
“Dude, what the hell? Why didn’t you get suites?”
“Because some people can’t afford a thousand-dollar-a-night hotel suite like you guys can.” Veronica snips.
“Tell me we’re at least staying at the Wynn or Mandalay Bay.” Dick whines.
Logan nods negative with an obnoxious smile. “Nope. Paris Las Vegas.”
“Ugh!” Dick falls back onto the bed, almost in Veronica’s lap. “This sucks.”
“You could always stay here in Neptune while we go have a blast in Sin City.” Veronica reasons.
“No, I’m going. Who am I rooming with?” Dick asks looking at their travel agent and activities director. Logan grins wide and chuckles.
“No! No way! I’m not rooming with Piss.”
Veronica glares and Logan nods affirmative. “Actually, all I know is that Veronica and I get our own room. Other than that, it’s a free-for-all.”
Veronica smiles, sifting through the possible room assignments in her head. “Well, you; Mac and Bronson; Wallace and Beth; Parker and her man; Logan and me; and Piz in four rooms. So if Logan and me have one room then…” She shakes her head. “…then I don’t know. That’s a lot of people in a lot of beds.”
Veronica lifts herself off the bed. “I need to get my stuff together or we’ll never catch our flight.”
“Our flight leaves in seven hours, Babe.” Logan squints and gestures with his palms up in question. “What exactly are you packing?”
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“Oh. My. God!” Wallace says standing frozen in the middle of baggage claim in McCarran Airport. It is eleven o’clock in the evening and the airport is jammed with people coming and going in every direction.
Veronica notices Wallace stuck in his place while the rest of their group search for their bags on the conveyor belt. She steps closer to her BFF and follows his line of vision. “Is that…”
“Michael Jordan.” Wallace utters quietly. Veronica and Wallace watch star-struck. The mass of people shove to get closer to the basketball star as the group works their way down the walkway toward Wallace and Veronica, Michael Jordan’s security team doing their best to clear the path. A fan trying desperately to attract Michael’s attention pushes her way through the crowd forcefully, only to be repelled by a private security guard. The fan stumbles back from the rejection and knocks Veronica on her heels off-balance. She falls on the floor with a solid thud.
“Excuse me!” Veronica yells from the airport floor. The crazy fan ignores her complaint and disappears in the mob of people.
The baseball cap rests low on Logan’s head to hide his recognizable face from paparazzi and amateur photographs while traveling, especially in airports. Logan is waiting patiently at the luggage carousel, scratching his head under his baseball hat when a commotion draws his attention to the right. He looks up just as a large, unruly woman backs into Veronica and she stumbles to the floor. He rushes over to his wife, dodging other travelers and random pieces of luggage.
Wallace glowers at the obnoxious fan and leans down to aid his best friend. At the same time Wallace puts his hands under Veronica’s armpits to hoist the petite blonde, currently wearing a black wig, up from the floor, a large hand with long fingers grabs Veronica’s arm and heaves her to her feet with little effort.
“Are you okay, Miss?” Michael Jordan, arguably the world’s best basketball player, asks with a smile.
Veronica returns his smile. “Yes, thank you.” She says awestruck as the security team whisks the basketball player away and through the airport quickly.
Logan steps up behind Veronica and Wallace and sticks his head in between the two friends, speaking into Wallace’s right ear and Veronica’s left ear. “Friend of yours, Wifey?”
Wallace and Veronica break from their celebrity-induced trances and turn to Logan. “Did you see that?” Veronica squeals with delight.
“He touched her arm. She can never wash her arm again.” Wallace says with a straight face.
The trio returns to the luggage carousel, rejoining their friends in their search for their bags.
“Dude, I just heard Michael Jordan is in Vegas this week, keep your eye out for him.” Dick says oblivious to Veronica’s run-in with the basketball star only moments before.
“No, really? You don’t say?” Wallace says sarcastically as Logan and Veronica laugh at Dick.
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“Aaaahhh!” Parker grunts, slapping her cell phone shut, frustrated.
“Trouble in paradise?” Mac asks from her lounge chair without opening her eyes.
The Las Vegas weather in March is like a beautiful summer day in Neptune and the girls are enjoying it poolside at the Flamingo Hotel. Beth, Mac, Veronica and Parker lay in plastic lounge chairs soaking up the bright sun. The warm breeze tickles their skin as they sip their tasty foo-foo, girlie drinks and sunbathe, occasionally watching the many half-naked men walk by.
“Men!” Parker mutters. “G, isn’t going to be able to join us until tonight. His brother needs him to work.”
“He never showed up last night?” Veronica asks thinking back to their late arrival and check-in.
The room sorting was chaos and she was glad she and Logan had their own room. After many games of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Wallace and Piz were together while Wallace’s new girlfriend felt more comfortable rooming with Mac and Parker and Dick finished out the last room with direct instructions for Dick to move to another room when Parker’s guy showed up. “I thought, for sure, we were going to have Dick knocking on our door in the middle of the night when G showed up.” Veronica smiled at Parker with compassion.
“He’ll show up tonight.” Mac says trying to console her dorm roommate.
“Where are we going to dinner tonight?” Beth asks quietly from the last lounge chair in the line of four chairs. The other three women turn to Wallace’s very shy and quiet girlfriend, surprised to hear her comment after remaining silent the entire afternoon.
“I wouldn’t mind trying Wolfgang Puck’s place in Caesar’s.” Parker says sipping her drink.
“I want to try a buffet. Anyone else interested in that tonight?” Veronica airs her opinion and second-guesses herself. “I read in the hotel pamphlet, in our room, that the buffet in Paris has a great breakfast. Should we wait and do a buffet tomorrow morning?”
Mac and Parker nod yes.
“That sounds good.” Beth speaks up again.
Veronica smiles at her friends and rests back into her chair watching a bunch of frat boys looking over toward their group. “Guys. Two o’clock, look alive ladies.” Veronica chuckles.
Mac rolls her eyes. “Veronica, don’t even try to match me up with one of them or I will make your life miserable.” Mac moans.
“Hey, Mackie, you’re a free woman again. It’s time for you to be swept off your feet.” Veronica says in Mac’s direction without taking her eyes off the cute guys at the edge of the pool.
“Amen.” Parker adds while looking at the frat boys. “Bronson, out. New guy, in.”
“Mr. Green-board-shorts is hot.” Beth states with more confidence.
“Yeah, and Mr. Oakley-sunglasses has nice abs.” Parker says matter-of-factly. Mac sits up a little straighter in her chair and moves her sunglasses over her eyes to check out said guys inconspicuously.
“Oh my.” Mac says under her breath.
“Mr. Blonde-tall-guy is coming over here ladies.” Veronica informs.
“He’s cute.” Parker runs her fingers through her hair quickly and Mac adjusts her swimsuit, nervously.
Logan, Dick and Wallace have been playing blackjack for the last three hours in The Flamingo Casino while the girls went to the pool. Piz joined them at first but was bored after about a half hour and left mumbling about taking a nap. Dick lost most of his money in the first hour but came out even in the end. Logan was winning and losing equally the entire time resulting in only losing fifty dollars when they were finished. Wallace was playing with limited funds and ended up the big winner of the trio, walking away from the table with three hundred dollars in his pocket and a big grin on his face.
The guys walk through the doors leading to the pool area, passing a tall blonde woman wearing a hardly-there bikini and large implants. Wallace holds the door open for her with a big smile. “Hi.” She nods and smiles at Wallace.
Dick stops and steps closer to the wall so she can pass. “Hello.” He eyes her up and down seductively as she passes.
Logan steps aside to allow the woman to pass in front of him and smiles. She returns his smile and walks into the hotel, shaking in all the right places.
All three men watch her walk away through a crowd of people. Logan shakes his head and turns to continue through the door, shoving Dick with him and Wallace leading the way. “I love Las Vegas.” Logan states as Wallace nods enthusiastically in agreement. “Damn straight.” Dick wolf whistles softly.
The very attractive tall, blonde guy approaches the women with a bright smile and sits down on the edge of Mac’s chair. “Hello, ladies.” He nods at each girl. Three other frat guys follow the blonde guy. The guy with Oakley sunglasses and nice abs sits on the end of Parker’s lounger while the one with green board shorts and a dark, hairy guy with bright blue eyes stand near by.
Blonde guy points to himself and his friends. “I’m Brad. This is Ed, Dan and Brett.”
All of the girls smile and nod as the introductions are made. Parker speaks up gesturing as she introduces the girls. “Beth, Parker, Mac and Veronica.”
“Can we buy you girls some drinks?” Ed asks smiling at Beth. Beth giggles and nods. “I’ll have a whiskey sour.”
Parker sucks the last of her drink through the straw loudly and seductively looks at Dan over her straw. “I could use another Piña Colada.” Dan nods affirmatively.
Mac blushes and stumbles. “I am… uh, I’m good.” She doesn’t meet any of the guy’s eyes. Brad motions to a waitress to come over. The scantily clad waitress strides to Brad and Brad points to Beth. “Whiskey sour.” He points to Parker. “Piña Colada.” He raises an eyebrow in question to Mac.
“Long Island Iced Tea?” Mac says shyly.
Brad repeats Mac’s order to the waitress and points to Veronica.
“Um, Skist for me.” Veronica rubs her stomach with her left hand, displaying her sparkling engagement ring and wedding band in a not-so-subtle way. Brad and Brett’s eyes follow her hand.
Brad frowns dramatically at Veronica as the waitress scurries off to fill their order. “You’re married?”
“And pregnant.” Veronica says with a big smile.
“So, where’s your husband?” Brett asks.
“In the casino, gambling my son’s college fund away.” Veronica jokes and Brett sits on her chair.
“Oh yeah? I have a two-year-old at home. He’s a mad man.” Brett says. “Is this your first?” Veronica nods yes.
The guys look for the girls in the pool, under the cabanas, near the bar and finally finding them in a long row of lounge chairs. Wallace sees the girls first and nudges Logan with his elbow. “There they are.” The three friends stop and watch the girls flirt with four frat guys from across the pool.
“Is Ronnie flirting?” Dick says over Logan’s shoulder, taunting him.
“No, but Mac is.” Logan jabs back. “Look, that guy has his hand on her leg and she’s blushing.” He draws out the last word to irritate Dick more.
“Is she giggling?” Wallace adds.
“I’ll make her giggle.” Dick says quietly as he storms past Logan, nudging his shoulder.
“Well done.” Logan says offering his fist to Wallace, watching Dick stomp toward the girls sitting on the other side of the pool. Wallace bumps his fist and they follow Dick to the girls.
My wife isn’t flirting. She’s simply being nice. Logan thinks as he watches Veronica smile at the guy sitting on the end of her chair. Who am I kidding, my wife isn’t nice to anyone, she’s flirting.
Ed and Beth are talking about college while Parker and Dan are talking about a nightclub the guys went to the other night.
Brad and Mac are laughing about an episode of Family Guy as Brad leans in closer to Mac, touching her leg with his hand gently. Hey, that’s his hand on my leg. Mac starts to panic. He IS cute. What is it with blonde guys and me, lately? Geez. Mac thinks as her eyes go from his hand, up his tan stomach, over his strong chest and lock on Brad’s eyes.
Veronica listens closely as Brett tells her about his son’s hatred of vegetables and his favorite stuffed animal.
Dick doesn’t know what to say or do as he stomps around the pool along the long line of lounge chairs sitting poolside but he doesn’t like Mac talking to this random punk. She should be talking to me and giggling with me. He sighs deeply trying to calm his nerves. Who does he think he is touching her leg like that?
Dick approaches the group of girls and frat guys with bravado. He stands just over the shoulder of the guy talking to Veronica, glances at Veronica quickly and then stares at Mac with flames of jealousy in his eyes. “Hey.” Dick says with an overly sweet voice.
All the girls and each of the guys turn to look at Dick. Veronica can see the tension in Dick’s face and prays this scene doesn’t turn into a fight.
“Hey.” One of the guys says.
“Hi.” Beth says quietly before going back to her friendly conversation with Ed.
“How’s it goin’? Parker asks and returns to her discussion with Dan, not noticing Dick’s eyes burrowing into Mac’s skin.
“Dick, where’s Logan?” Veronica asks trying to distract Dick from Mac and her new friend. Dick doesn’t respond and Veronica is relieved to see Logan and Wallace appear over Dick’s shoulder.
Mac is furious. How dare he? I’m talking to a very cute guy and he comes stomping over, butting into our conversation, acting jealous? Who does he think he is?
“Hi, Honey.” Veronica greets Logan sweetly, begging him to control Dick with her eyes. “What’s going on?”
Logan bends and kisses his wife’s temple quickly and stands again, readying himself to jump in if Dick does something stupid. “You said meet you here at five, here we are.” Logan says as he weighs the situation in front of him. “Dick here, wanted to meet your new friends.” Logan continues glancing at his wife then Brett, Dick and Mac. I wouldn’t mind finding out who this guy is too.
“Dick!” Veronica says sharply trying to break his trance. “Why don’t you say hello to Brett, Brad, Dan and Ed.” Veronica motions to each one of the guys as she introduces them. “They go to UNLV.”
Wallace walks over to Beth slowly trying to listen in on her conversation without being too obvious. What are they talking about? Look at this loser. What does she see in his guy?
“Oh, hey, Wallace, this is Ed.” Beth says happily when she finally sees Wallace walk past the other three lounge chairs. “He manages the UNLV basketball team. I was just bragging about your playing.” She chuckles.
“My own little cheerleader.” Wallace smiles and greets Ed with a handshake. She was actually talking ABOUT me. I think I’m in love. He chuckles to himself.
Mac clenches her jaw. “Brad here was just telling me how great Ghost Bar is in the Rio.” Mac snaps, glaring at Dick.
“The Palms actually. Ghost Bar is in the Palms.” Brad corrects softly, lifting his hand off Mac’s leg slowly. She smiles at him with extra emphasis and he slides off her chair offering his hand to Dick.
Brad senses the tension between the girl in front of him and the guy that just showed up and decides to put his best foot forward. “Brad Collins. How ya doin’?
Dick snaps out of his trance and looks from Brad’s hand to his face and back to his hand. “Dick Casablancas.” Dick greets, visually less tense than moments before.
Veronica and Logan watch Dick’s nice response and breathe a sigh of relief. Crisis overted. Logan thinks. The newlyweds share a glance and Veronica introduces her new friend.
“Logan Echolls, this is Brett.” Veronica looks up at her husband’s face. “He was just telling me about his two-year-old son at home.” She could see Logan’s demeanor soften instantly.
See, not flirting, Honey. No need to be jealous. Veronica thinks.
“Hi.” Logan and Brett shake hands. “I was just saying to Veronica, get through the first six months with the baby and you’ll be fine. That’s the hardest part with little ones.”
Fifteen minutes later, Wallace is sitting behind Beth and they are laughing loudly with Ed. Mac, Dick and Brad are arguing about the latest improvements in Halo. Logan is rubbing Veronica’s back as they listen closely to Brett’s pointers on raising an infant while attending college. Parker and Dan are talking quietly, sitting close together on her lounger.
Parker’s cell phone rings loudly, drawing everyone’s attention from their conversations to her and her phone. “Hello.” She says in a breathy voice, apologizing for the interruption to Dan with her eyes. “Oh.” She straightens in her seat. “Okay, sorry.” Parker’s raises her voice. “I said I’m sorry.” She practically yells gathering her belongings and tossing them in her bag. “I’ll be right there.” She yells and snaps her phone shut, looking at Dan embarrassed.
She notices everyone in their group is now looking at her and overheard her heated phone conversation. “I have to go.” She says sheepishly, not looking up to meet anyone else’s eyes, especially not Dan’s.
Veronica looks at Logan over her shoulder. “What’s that about?” She whispers. Logan shrugs.
“Oh, yeah.” Dan says as he hops up from her seat quickly, shuffling to get out of her way.
“We should be going anyway.” Ed says trying to ease the situation.
Brett shakes Logan’s hand and smiles at Veronica, standing and stepping away from Veronica’s chair. “Take care of that baby, Veronica. Maybe we’ll see you guys around.”
Parker hurries out of the pool area toward the hotel entrance without a word.
Ed, Dan and Brett say their goodbyes and begin walking away. Brad shakes Dick’s hand. “Nice to meet you Dick.” He steps toward Mac, reaches to shake her hand as he leans in and kisses her cheek. “Call me. Bye.” Brad whispers in her ear and jogs to catch up with his friends, leaving a small piece of paper in Mac’s hand with his cell number written on it.
She smiles slightly hearing his words and beams with delight when she sees his phone number in her hand. Her bright smile fades when she sees Dick’s hurt expression.
“I’m hungry.” Veronica announces as she gathers her things. Logan climbs off the chair from behind Veronica and notices her pregnant belly peeking out from under her swimsuit top. He instantly has a hard-on and whispers in her ear. “We could skip dinner and go right for dessert.” He nips his wife’s neck softly with his lips.
“Feed me first, I need energy to blow your…” Veronica clears her throat. “…mind.” Veronica mumbles and Logan groans.
Beth stands and helps Wallace from their chair. She collects her belongings and takes Wallace’s hand in her own as they walk over to Veronica’s chair ready to retreat across the street and up to their rooms.
Mac slips a shirt over her swimsuit and slides her flip-flops on, ready to walk with the group. She’s thinking about her encounter with very cute, very blonde Brad and wonders if she should call him or not. Dick’s voice brings her out of her thoughts.
“Italian at the Venetian?” Dick suggests as the group walk away from the pool, toward their hotel.
Dick was acting awfully jealous when he saw me talking to Brad. Hmm, maybe I should see what happens with him first. Arg! The choices a woman has to make. Mac chuckles to herself as she walks with her friends.
“Yummy.” Veronica says tightening her hold on Logan’s hand. “We’ll call and make reservations when we get back to the room.” She looks around at the five other faces in the group. “Hey, where’s Piz? I thought he was in the casino with you guys.”
“Dude, doesn’t play. Why the hell did he come to Vegas if he doesn’t fuckin’ gamble?” Dick says.
“He left after we were playing for about an hour. I’ll let him know what we’re doing for dinner.” Wallace answers from the back of the pack.
“Meet in our room at seven-thirty.” Logan instructs and everyone nods in agreement. He squeezes Veronica’s hand and wiggles his eyebrows at his wife. “We have showers to take.”
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Logan presses his weight against the hotel room door and hears a click. Veronica spins on her heel to face Logan. In the blink of an eye, her lips are attacking his with passion and need. Her hands are running through his hair and her right leg is slowly curling around his leg.
His right hand is gripping her waist, creeping slowly up under her swimsuit top. His left hand is sliding down, over her ass and clutches her upper thigh, pulling her closer to him, holding most of her weight as he stumbles to the edge of the bed, a few feet away.
Veronica shuffles along with Logan across the hotel room until she feels the edge of the bed hit the back of her dangling left leg.
“Fuck, Veronica. You make me so hard when I see your belly peeking out from your swimsuit.” Logan breathes against her lips.
“This ole thing?” She attacks his neck with hot, open mouth kisses.
Logan lifts Veronica up slightly and she kneels on the bed, never stopping her assault on his neck and throat.
His right hand tangles in her hair and he pulls her rubber band out of her hair roughly, pulling her head back. He looks into her eyes quickly with a silent apology for pulling her hair before he devours her mouth with his. His mouth opens and his tongue wrestles with her tongue possessively.
His left hand is rubbing her back under her swimsuit top. Logan moves away from Veronica slightly to remove the top of her bathing suit. She raises her arms over her head to aid in the removal of clothing. Her boobs pop from the material and shake as Logan pulls her suit off and drops it on the floor. Their lips separate briefly to allow her swimsuit to pass.
His kisses urgently trail down her jawline to her ear and neck, quickly finding that spot on her collarbone that makes his wife moan. She does not disappoint, moaning a deep, gruff from the back of her throat.
Logan looks at her bare breasts intently, seeing her plump boobs rise and fall as she pants and her pink nipples are taut with anticipation.
She pulls his shirt out of his pants with force and rips it over his head, messing up his hair. Her fingers skillfully unbuckle, unsnap and unzip his jeans and find his hard-on quickly, tugging on it with the slightest amount of pressure.
“Oh God.” Logan exhales.
Veronica’s free hand slides his jeans and boxers off of his hips and they fall to the floor unceremoniously as she grabs his ass cheek.
His lips suck her right nipple, pulling and biting it rhythmically as his right hand kneads her other breast roughly. He rolls her left nipple in his fingers and she squeals and arches into his hand and mouth.
Her hand is still yanking Logan’s dick as her head rolls back. “Oh. God. Don’t stop… Oh. Yeah.”
“You like that, Babe?” He asks as he runs his tongue from one breast to the other and begins his assault on her other breast and nipple.
“Uh huh!” She moans her approval as her fingers massage his balls and her right hand palms the head of his penis.
“Oh, Christ!” Logan jerks back from her hand slightly. “Gentle, Sweetie.”
“Sorry.” She smiles and looks deep into his eyes.
His hand moves down her stomach and to the warmth in between her legs without breaking eye contact. His fingertips push her swimsuit to the side and graze his fingers over her clit before entering her wet canal with two fingers.
Veronica’s eyes close as she writhes against his hand yearning for more friction.
“You’re so wet.” Logan says as he moves his hands to hold her waist. His movement makes her eyes open as she studies his face, searching his eyes for strength. “Trust me, Sweetie. Turn around on all fours.” He smirks and kisses the tip of her nose. His fingers pull her swim bottoms down her thighs and she shimmies out of them quickly.
She rolls over and leans on her arms, pushing her butt toward Logan. “We haven’t done it this way in a long time.”
“What’s the matter, you forget how to do it?” He grips her hips with his hands and gently pokes around her opening with the head of his cock. She touches his head with her fingertips guiding it to her opening, widening her stance to allow easier access to her vagina. Once his penis finds her opening, she pushes her fingers on his dick, ever so slightly and his cock slides in her canal.
He thrusts his hips and pushes in to her deep. “Oh God.” He growls. “Fuck, why don’t we do this more often.” He pulls out so only the head is still in her warm opening and pushes back in roughly, hitting her cervix.
“Honey… oh yeah.” Veronica breathes heavily.
Logan cups her tits with his hands and pulls on her nipples vigorously, repeating his thrusts methodically.
She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit, matching Logan’s rhythm, rubbing and pinching on her bundle of nerves. “I’m close.” Veronica squeaks.
Logan’s assault quickens, twirling her nipples in his fingertips and kneading her breasts, pounding into his wife with force. She is sure to have bruises tomorrow but right now, she’s coming. He thinks.
Veronica pinches her clitoris in a perfect sequence with Logan’s nipple twists and pelvic thrusts and she cums. Her vision whites out as her canal tightens around his cock. All of her nerves in her body swell with energy and collect between her legs in an explosion. “Oh Fuck! Christ!” She jolts her hips up and down. “Oh God Logan!” She screams.
Her inner muscles constrict around his erection and he can barely move. He plunges in to Veronica two more times and he explodes. Every muscle in his body tenses, he sees stars as her inner muscles throb and he is milked dry. He falls onto Veronica’s back, panting.
She lowers on to the bed on her stomach exhausted and Logan pulls his spent dick out of her vagina and rolls on the bed, on his back next to his lover. “Fuck, we have got to walk the dog more often.” He proclaims as he flops his arm over his eyes.
She smiles and rolls toward him cuddling in the nook of his arm. “Too bad we’re so bad at doggie.”
He laughs. “Too bad you’re pregnant and we have to be creative.” He kisses the top of her sweaty hair and plays with the end of her hair with his fingertips.
There’s a sharp knock at the door. Veronica pauses drawing circles on Logan’s chest briefly. “Please tell me that was your heart pounding out of your chest.” He laughs.
A few more louder knocks pound on the door again.
“Go away!” Logan yells the best he can from his position in his wife’s arms on top of the covers of their hotel room bed.
“I need a shower.” Dick yells through the door. “Dude, let me in then you can go back to knockin’ boots.”
“No! Go away, Dick!” Logan yells again.
Dick knocks again a few more times even louder than before. “Come on, Dude.”
Logan kisses Veronica’s lips as she looks up from his side. “I love you.” He kisses her forehead quickly. “I should let him in. Why don’t you get a robe.”
She lifts her naked body from the bed slowly with a moan and seeks out a hotel bathrobe. Logan picks up his boxers from the floor and puts them on, waiting for a signal from Veronica that it’s okay to open the door.
Once she’s covered in the fluffy robe with the ties pulled tightly around her naked, expanding figure, she nods. Logan opens the door briskly and greets Dick with a death glare. “There better be a good fucking reason for this, Dick.”
Dick strolls into the room and sees Veronica sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe and Logan’s pants in a heap at her feet. Dick leers at Veronica. “Yeah, um… sorry.” He wiggles his eyebrows toward Veronica and looks over his shoulder at Logan.
Logan meets Dick’s glance with a clenched jaw and a stern face. “Why the fuck do you have to use our fucking shower?” Logan seethes.
Dick lowers his eyes slightly, afraid Logan is going to kill him right there in the middle of their Las Vegas hotel room. “Dude, sorry but Parker and her man are, like, scrapin’ in our room and I don’t fuckin’ need that shit.”
Veronica glares at Dick. “What about Mac’s shower? Or Wallace’s?”
“They were all occupied.” Dick looks from Veronica to Logan. “As much as I want to lather Mac up, she’s pissed at me. So that’s not happenin’.” Dick smiles. “At least I waited ‘til you were done fuckin’.”
“Oh God.” Veronica blushes and drops her eyes to her hands in her lap.
“You say that a lot, Ronnie.” Dick smirks at Veronica.
Logan smacks the back of Dick’s head, hard. “You wanna shut the fuck up before I break your fuckin’ legs.” Logan says through his clenched teeth.
Dick rubs his head where Logan hit him. “Damn, that hurt.”
“Imagine what it would feel like when I taser your ass then knock your fuckin’ teeth in.” Logan threatens.
Veronica shrugs at Logan and he smacks the back of Dick’s head again in the same spot as before. “Hurry the fuck up, Asshole.”
Dick rubs his head and hurries into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly then opening it slightly. “I’m locking this so you don’t come in to check out my awesome bod, Ronnie.”
Veronica throws a pillow at the door as Dick slams it shut again and the pillow hits the door where Dick’s face was just seconds beforehand and tumbles to the floor.
Part 30
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5757
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 29
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[Before 3.16 Un-American Graffiti]
[Mid- March 2007: 23 weeks pregnant]
“Yeah! I’m fuckin’ done.” Dick yells with his hands in the air in celebration as he bursts into the Presidential Suite. “I just finished my last mid-term and I need a drink.”
Logan lifts his head from placing clothes in a small suitcase sitting on his bed and listens to Dick’s proclamation. Logan laughs.
Dick throws his pen and notebook on his bed and returns to the living room, continuing into the kitchenette. He opens a beer and throws the bottle cap on the counter carelessly then walks to Logan and Veronica’s room.
“Dude, that English mid-term was a bitch.” Dick says handing Logan a beer and plopping down on the Echolls’ king-sized bed. “You done yet?” Dick looks up at Logan.
“Those foreign languages will get you every time. I just have to hand in my psych paper tonight.” Logan continues throwing clothes into the suitcase.
“Where’s Ronnie?” Dick asks casually and tips his bottle back swallowing half of his beer.
“Hi, Honey, I’m home.” Veronica bellows from the entranceway of the Suite.
“In here, Honey.” Dick answers Veronica’s call and smiles at Logan. Logan rolls his eyes.
Veronica plunks down on the bed next to Dick and watches Logan folding his clothes before placing them in the suitcase.
“What did the doctor say?” Logan says taking his beer from the table and swallowing a few gulps.
“Same. BP up a little bit still but the meds are helping. Baby’s movements are acceptable and I am cleared to fly on a plane for no more than six hours.” She bounces on the bed with excitement.
“Dude, you can’t fly?” Dick asks surprised.
“She has high blood pressure, she has to be careful.” Logan winks at his wife.
“The further along I get, the more danger I’m in to deliver early. I can’t sit for more than six hours at a time, without getting up and walking around. That’s why Logan and I can’t drive to Vegas. It’s too long of a ride. The doctor isn’t thrilled I’m leaving the area but I sweet-talked him.” Veronica explains with a grin. “All’s good.”
“Damn, I didn’t know you had, like, all these problems and stuff.”
“I’m pregnant. I just have to be careful.” Veronica looks at Logan confirming what he’s been saying the entire pregnancy. Logan smiles proudly.
“Parker called earlier. She said the guy she’s bringing will meet us in Vegas. His brother lives out there and he’s going to meet up with him before he hangs with us.” Logan says as he sits on the bed moving the suitcase to the floor. “She’s going to the airport with Mac and Bronson.” Dick groans and picks his beer label.
“Did you end up getting three or four rooms?” Veronica asks Logan.
“Four. I got a sweet deal. They’re not suites but they look over the strip and you can see the Bellagio’s water fountains from the rooms.”
“Dude, what the hell? Why didn’t you get suites?”
“Because some people can’t afford a thousand-dollar-a-night hotel suite like you guys can.” Veronica snips.
“Tell me we’re at least staying at the Wynn or Mandalay Bay.” Dick whines.
Logan nods negative with an obnoxious smile. “Nope. Paris Las Vegas.”
“Ugh!” Dick falls back onto the bed, almost in Veronica’s lap. “This sucks.”
“You could always stay here in Neptune while we go have a blast in Sin City.” Veronica reasons.
“No, I’m going. Who am I rooming with?” Dick asks looking at their travel agent and activities director. Logan grins wide and chuckles.
“No! No way! I’m not rooming with Piss.”
Veronica glares and Logan nods affirmative. “Actually, all I know is that Veronica and I get our own room. Other than that, it’s a free-for-all.”
Veronica smiles, sifting through the possible room assignments in her head. “Well, you; Mac and Bronson; Wallace and Beth; Parker and her man; Logan and me; and Piz in four rooms. So if Logan and me have one room then…” She shakes her head. “…then I don’t know. That’s a lot of people in a lot of beds.”
Veronica lifts herself off the bed. “I need to get my stuff together or we’ll never catch our flight.”
“Our flight leaves in seven hours, Babe.” Logan squints and gestures with his palms up in question. “What exactly are you packing?”
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“Oh. My. God!” Wallace says standing frozen in the middle of baggage claim in McCarran Airport. It is eleven o’clock in the evening and the airport is jammed with people coming and going in every direction.
Veronica notices Wallace stuck in his place while the rest of their group search for their bags on the conveyor belt. She steps closer to her BFF and follows his line of vision. “Is that…”
“Michael Jordan.” Wallace utters quietly. Veronica and Wallace watch star-struck. The mass of people shove to get closer to the basketball star as the group works their way down the walkway toward Wallace and Veronica, Michael Jordan’s security team doing their best to clear the path. A fan trying desperately to attract Michael’s attention pushes her way through the crowd forcefully, only to be repelled by a private security guard. The fan stumbles back from the rejection and knocks Veronica on her heels off-balance. She falls on the floor with a solid thud.
“Excuse me!” Veronica yells from the airport floor. The crazy fan ignores her complaint and disappears in the mob of people.
The baseball cap rests low on Logan’s head to hide his recognizable face from paparazzi and amateur photographs while traveling, especially in airports. Logan is waiting patiently at the luggage carousel, scratching his head under his baseball hat when a commotion draws his attention to the right. He looks up just as a large, unruly woman backs into Veronica and she stumbles to the floor. He rushes over to his wife, dodging other travelers and random pieces of luggage.
Wallace glowers at the obnoxious fan and leans down to aid his best friend. At the same time Wallace puts his hands under Veronica’s armpits to hoist the petite blonde, currently wearing a black wig, up from the floor, a large hand with long fingers grabs Veronica’s arm and heaves her to her feet with little effort.
“Are you okay, Miss?” Michael Jordan, arguably the world’s best basketball player, asks with a smile.
Veronica returns his smile. “Yes, thank you.” She says awestruck as the security team whisks the basketball player away and through the airport quickly.
Logan steps up behind Veronica and Wallace and sticks his head in between the two friends, speaking into Wallace’s right ear and Veronica’s left ear. “Friend of yours, Wifey?”
Wallace and Veronica break from their celebrity-induced trances and turn to Logan. “Did you see that?” Veronica squeals with delight.
“He touched her arm. She can never wash her arm again.” Wallace says with a straight face.
The trio returns to the luggage carousel, rejoining their friends in their search for their bags.
“Dude, I just heard Michael Jordan is in Vegas this week, keep your eye out for him.” Dick says oblivious to Veronica’s run-in with the basketball star only moments before.
“No, really? You don’t say?” Wallace says sarcastically as Logan and Veronica laugh at Dick.
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“Aaaahhh!” Parker grunts, slapping her cell phone shut, frustrated.
“Trouble in paradise?” Mac asks from her lounge chair without opening her eyes.
The Las Vegas weather in March is like a beautiful summer day in Neptune and the girls are enjoying it poolside at the Flamingo Hotel. Beth, Mac, Veronica and Parker lay in plastic lounge chairs soaking up the bright sun. The warm breeze tickles their skin as they sip their tasty foo-foo, girlie drinks and sunbathe, occasionally watching the many half-naked men walk by.
“Men!” Parker mutters. “G, isn’t going to be able to join us until tonight. His brother needs him to work.”
“He never showed up last night?” Veronica asks thinking back to their late arrival and check-in.
The room sorting was chaos and she was glad she and Logan had their own room. After many games of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Wallace and Piz were together while Wallace’s new girlfriend felt more comfortable rooming with Mac and Parker and Dick finished out the last room with direct instructions for Dick to move to another room when Parker’s guy showed up. “I thought, for sure, we were going to have Dick knocking on our door in the middle of the night when G showed up.” Veronica smiled at Parker with compassion.
“He’ll show up tonight.” Mac says trying to console her dorm roommate.
“Where are we going to dinner tonight?” Beth asks quietly from the last lounge chair in the line of four chairs. The other three women turn to Wallace’s very shy and quiet girlfriend, surprised to hear her comment after remaining silent the entire afternoon.
“I wouldn’t mind trying Wolfgang Puck’s place in Caesar’s.” Parker says sipping her drink.
“I want to try a buffet. Anyone else interested in that tonight?” Veronica airs her opinion and second-guesses herself. “I read in the hotel pamphlet, in our room, that the buffet in Paris has a great breakfast. Should we wait and do a buffet tomorrow morning?”
Mac and Parker nod yes.
“That sounds good.” Beth speaks up again.
Veronica smiles at her friends and rests back into her chair watching a bunch of frat boys looking over toward their group. “Guys. Two o’clock, look alive ladies.” Veronica chuckles.
Mac rolls her eyes. “Veronica, don’t even try to match me up with one of them or I will make your life miserable.” Mac moans.
“Hey, Mackie, you’re a free woman again. It’s time for you to be swept off your feet.” Veronica says in Mac’s direction without taking her eyes off the cute guys at the edge of the pool.
“Amen.” Parker adds while looking at the frat boys. “Bronson, out. New guy, in.”
“Mr. Green-board-shorts is hot.” Beth states with more confidence.
“Yeah, and Mr. Oakley-sunglasses has nice abs.” Parker says matter-of-factly. Mac sits up a little straighter in her chair and moves her sunglasses over her eyes to check out said guys inconspicuously.
“Oh my.” Mac says under her breath.
“Mr. Blonde-tall-guy is coming over here ladies.” Veronica informs.
“He’s cute.” Parker runs her fingers through her hair quickly and Mac adjusts her swimsuit, nervously.
Logan, Dick and Wallace have been playing blackjack for the last three hours in The Flamingo Casino while the girls went to the pool. Piz joined them at first but was bored after about a half hour and left mumbling about taking a nap. Dick lost most of his money in the first hour but came out even in the end. Logan was winning and losing equally the entire time resulting in only losing fifty dollars when they were finished. Wallace was playing with limited funds and ended up the big winner of the trio, walking away from the table with three hundred dollars in his pocket and a big grin on his face.
The guys walk through the doors leading to the pool area, passing a tall blonde woman wearing a hardly-there bikini and large implants. Wallace holds the door open for her with a big smile. “Hi.” She nods and smiles at Wallace.
Dick stops and steps closer to the wall so she can pass. “Hello.” He eyes her up and down seductively as she passes.
Logan steps aside to allow the woman to pass in front of him and smiles. She returns his smile and walks into the hotel, shaking in all the right places.
All three men watch her walk away through a crowd of people. Logan shakes his head and turns to continue through the door, shoving Dick with him and Wallace leading the way. “I love Las Vegas.” Logan states as Wallace nods enthusiastically in agreement. “Damn straight.” Dick wolf whistles softly.
The very attractive tall, blonde guy approaches the women with a bright smile and sits down on the edge of Mac’s chair. “Hello, ladies.” He nods at each girl. Three other frat guys follow the blonde guy. The guy with Oakley sunglasses and nice abs sits on the end of Parker’s lounger while the one with green board shorts and a dark, hairy guy with bright blue eyes stand near by.
Blonde guy points to himself and his friends. “I’m Brad. This is Ed, Dan and Brett.”
All of the girls smile and nod as the introductions are made. Parker speaks up gesturing as she introduces the girls. “Beth, Parker, Mac and Veronica.”
“Can we buy you girls some drinks?” Ed asks smiling at Beth. Beth giggles and nods. “I’ll have a whiskey sour.”
Parker sucks the last of her drink through the straw loudly and seductively looks at Dan over her straw. “I could use another Piña Colada.” Dan nods affirmatively.
Mac blushes and stumbles. “I am… uh, I’m good.” She doesn’t meet any of the guy’s eyes. Brad motions to a waitress to come over. The scantily clad waitress strides to Brad and Brad points to Beth. “Whiskey sour.” He points to Parker. “Piña Colada.” He raises an eyebrow in question to Mac.
“Long Island Iced Tea?” Mac says shyly.
Brad repeats Mac’s order to the waitress and points to Veronica.
“Um, Skist for me.” Veronica rubs her stomach with her left hand, displaying her sparkling engagement ring and wedding band in a not-so-subtle way. Brad and Brett’s eyes follow her hand.
Brad frowns dramatically at Veronica as the waitress scurries off to fill their order. “You’re married?”
“And pregnant.” Veronica says with a big smile.
“So, where’s your husband?” Brett asks.
“In the casino, gambling my son’s college fund away.” Veronica jokes and Brett sits on her chair.
“Oh yeah? I have a two-year-old at home. He’s a mad man.” Brett says. “Is this your first?” Veronica nods yes.
The guys look for the girls in the pool, under the cabanas, near the bar and finally finding them in a long row of lounge chairs. Wallace sees the girls first and nudges Logan with his elbow. “There they are.” The three friends stop and watch the girls flirt with four frat guys from across the pool.
“Is Ronnie flirting?” Dick says over Logan’s shoulder, taunting him.
“No, but Mac is.” Logan jabs back. “Look, that guy has his hand on her leg and she’s blushing.” He draws out the last word to irritate Dick more.
“Is she giggling?” Wallace adds.
“I’ll make her giggle.” Dick says quietly as he storms past Logan, nudging his shoulder.
“Well done.” Logan says offering his fist to Wallace, watching Dick stomp toward the girls sitting on the other side of the pool. Wallace bumps his fist and they follow Dick to the girls.
My wife isn’t flirting. She’s simply being nice. Logan thinks as he watches Veronica smile at the guy sitting on the end of her chair. Who am I kidding, my wife isn’t nice to anyone, she’s flirting.
Ed and Beth are talking about college while Parker and Dan are talking about a nightclub the guys went to the other night.
Brad and Mac are laughing about an episode of Family Guy as Brad leans in closer to Mac, touching her leg with his hand gently. Hey, that’s his hand on my leg. Mac starts to panic. He IS cute. What is it with blonde guys and me, lately? Geez. Mac thinks as her eyes go from his hand, up his tan stomach, over his strong chest and lock on Brad’s eyes.
Veronica listens closely as Brett tells her about his son’s hatred of vegetables and his favorite stuffed animal.
Dick doesn’t know what to say or do as he stomps around the pool along the long line of lounge chairs sitting poolside but he doesn’t like Mac talking to this random punk. She should be talking to me and giggling with me. He sighs deeply trying to calm his nerves. Who does he think he is touching her leg like that?
Dick approaches the group of girls and frat guys with bravado. He stands just over the shoulder of the guy talking to Veronica, glances at Veronica quickly and then stares at Mac with flames of jealousy in his eyes. “Hey.” Dick says with an overly sweet voice.
All the girls and each of the guys turn to look at Dick. Veronica can see the tension in Dick’s face and prays this scene doesn’t turn into a fight.
“Hey.” One of the guys says.
“Hi.” Beth says quietly before going back to her friendly conversation with Ed.
“How’s it goin’? Parker asks and returns to her discussion with Dan, not noticing Dick’s eyes burrowing into Mac’s skin.
“Dick, where’s Logan?” Veronica asks trying to distract Dick from Mac and her new friend. Dick doesn’t respond and Veronica is relieved to see Logan and Wallace appear over Dick’s shoulder.
Mac is furious. How dare he? I’m talking to a very cute guy and he comes stomping over, butting into our conversation, acting jealous? Who does he think he is?
“Hi, Honey.” Veronica greets Logan sweetly, begging him to control Dick with her eyes. “What’s going on?”
Logan bends and kisses his wife’s temple quickly and stands again, readying himself to jump in if Dick does something stupid. “You said meet you here at five, here we are.” Logan says as he weighs the situation in front of him. “Dick here, wanted to meet your new friends.” Logan continues glancing at his wife then Brett, Dick and Mac. I wouldn’t mind finding out who this guy is too.
“Dick!” Veronica says sharply trying to break his trance. “Why don’t you say hello to Brett, Brad, Dan and Ed.” Veronica motions to each one of the guys as she introduces them. “They go to UNLV.”
Wallace walks over to Beth slowly trying to listen in on her conversation without being too obvious. What are they talking about? Look at this loser. What does she see in his guy?
“Oh, hey, Wallace, this is Ed.” Beth says happily when she finally sees Wallace walk past the other three lounge chairs. “He manages the UNLV basketball team. I was just bragging about your playing.” She chuckles.
“My own little cheerleader.” Wallace smiles and greets Ed with a handshake. She was actually talking ABOUT me. I think I’m in love. He chuckles to himself.
Mac clenches her jaw. “Brad here was just telling me how great Ghost Bar is in the Rio.” Mac snaps, glaring at Dick.
“The Palms actually. Ghost Bar is in the Palms.” Brad corrects softly, lifting his hand off Mac’s leg slowly. She smiles at him with extra emphasis and he slides off her chair offering his hand to Dick.
Brad senses the tension between the girl in front of him and the guy that just showed up and decides to put his best foot forward. “Brad Collins. How ya doin’?
Dick snaps out of his trance and looks from Brad’s hand to his face and back to his hand. “Dick Casablancas.” Dick greets, visually less tense than moments before.
Veronica and Logan watch Dick’s nice response and breathe a sigh of relief. Crisis overted. Logan thinks. The newlyweds share a glance and Veronica introduces her new friend.
“Logan Echolls, this is Brett.” Veronica looks up at her husband’s face. “He was just telling me about his two-year-old son at home.” She could see Logan’s demeanor soften instantly.
See, not flirting, Honey. No need to be jealous. Veronica thinks.
“Hi.” Logan and Brett shake hands. “I was just saying to Veronica, get through the first six months with the baby and you’ll be fine. That’s the hardest part with little ones.”
Fifteen minutes later, Wallace is sitting behind Beth and they are laughing loudly with Ed. Mac, Dick and Brad are arguing about the latest improvements in Halo. Logan is rubbing Veronica’s back as they listen closely to Brett’s pointers on raising an infant while attending college. Parker and Dan are talking quietly, sitting close together on her lounger.
Parker’s cell phone rings loudly, drawing everyone’s attention from their conversations to her and her phone. “Hello.” She says in a breathy voice, apologizing for the interruption to Dan with her eyes. “Oh.” She straightens in her seat. “Okay, sorry.” Parker’s raises her voice. “I said I’m sorry.” She practically yells gathering her belongings and tossing them in her bag. “I’ll be right there.” She yells and snaps her phone shut, looking at Dan embarrassed.
She notices everyone in their group is now looking at her and overheard her heated phone conversation. “I have to go.” She says sheepishly, not looking up to meet anyone else’s eyes, especially not Dan’s.
Veronica looks at Logan over her shoulder. “What’s that about?” She whispers. Logan shrugs.
“Oh, yeah.” Dan says as he hops up from her seat quickly, shuffling to get out of her way.
“We should be going anyway.” Ed says trying to ease the situation.
Brett shakes Logan’s hand and smiles at Veronica, standing and stepping away from Veronica’s chair. “Take care of that baby, Veronica. Maybe we’ll see you guys around.”
Parker hurries out of the pool area toward the hotel entrance without a word.
Ed, Dan and Brett say their goodbyes and begin walking away. Brad shakes Dick’s hand. “Nice to meet you Dick.” He steps toward Mac, reaches to shake her hand as he leans in and kisses her cheek. “Call me. Bye.” Brad whispers in her ear and jogs to catch up with his friends, leaving a small piece of paper in Mac’s hand with his cell number written on it.
She smiles slightly hearing his words and beams with delight when she sees his phone number in her hand. Her bright smile fades when she sees Dick’s hurt expression.
“I’m hungry.” Veronica announces as she gathers her things. Logan climbs off the chair from behind Veronica and notices her pregnant belly peeking out from under her swimsuit top. He instantly has a hard-on and whispers in her ear. “We could skip dinner and go right for dessert.” He nips his wife’s neck softly with his lips.
“Feed me first, I need energy to blow your…” Veronica clears her throat. “…mind.” Veronica mumbles and Logan groans.
Beth stands and helps Wallace from their chair. She collects her belongings and takes Wallace’s hand in her own as they walk over to Veronica’s chair ready to retreat across the street and up to their rooms.
Mac slips a shirt over her swimsuit and slides her flip-flops on, ready to walk with the group. She’s thinking about her encounter with very cute, very blonde Brad and wonders if she should call him or not. Dick’s voice brings her out of her thoughts.
“Italian at the Venetian?” Dick suggests as the group walk away from the pool, toward their hotel.
Dick was acting awfully jealous when he saw me talking to Brad. Hmm, maybe I should see what happens with him first. Arg! The choices a woman has to make. Mac chuckles to herself as she walks with her friends.
“Yummy.” Veronica says tightening her hold on Logan’s hand. “We’ll call and make reservations when we get back to the room.” She looks around at the five other faces in the group. “Hey, where’s Piz? I thought he was in the casino with you guys.”
“Dude, doesn’t play. Why the hell did he come to Vegas if he doesn’t fuckin’ gamble?” Dick says.
“He left after we were playing for about an hour. I’ll let him know what we’re doing for dinner.” Wallace answers from the back of the pack.
“Meet in our room at seven-thirty.” Logan instructs and everyone nods in agreement. He squeezes Veronica’s hand and wiggles his eyebrows at his wife. “We have showers to take.”
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Logan presses his weight against the hotel room door and hears a click. Veronica spins on her heel to face Logan. In the blink of an eye, her lips are attacking his with passion and need. Her hands are running through his hair and her right leg is slowly curling around his leg.
His right hand is gripping her waist, creeping slowly up under her swimsuit top. His left hand is sliding down, over her ass and clutches her upper thigh, pulling her closer to him, holding most of her weight as he stumbles to the edge of the bed, a few feet away.
Veronica shuffles along with Logan across the hotel room until she feels the edge of the bed hit the back of her dangling left leg.
“Fuck, Veronica. You make me so hard when I see your belly peeking out from your swimsuit.” Logan breathes against her lips.
“This ole thing?” She attacks his neck with hot, open mouth kisses.
Logan lifts Veronica up slightly and she kneels on the bed, never stopping her assault on his neck and throat.
His right hand tangles in her hair and he pulls her rubber band out of her hair roughly, pulling her head back. He looks into her eyes quickly with a silent apology for pulling her hair before he devours her mouth with his. His mouth opens and his tongue wrestles with her tongue possessively.
His left hand is rubbing her back under her swimsuit top. Logan moves away from Veronica slightly to remove the top of her bathing suit. She raises her arms over her head to aid in the removal of clothing. Her boobs pop from the material and shake as Logan pulls her suit off and drops it on the floor. Their lips separate briefly to allow her swimsuit to pass.
His kisses urgently trail down her jawline to her ear and neck, quickly finding that spot on her collarbone that makes his wife moan. She does not disappoint, moaning a deep, gruff from the back of her throat.
Logan looks at her bare breasts intently, seeing her plump boobs rise and fall as she pants and her pink nipples are taut with anticipation.
She pulls his shirt out of his pants with force and rips it over his head, messing up his hair. Her fingers skillfully unbuckle, unsnap and unzip his jeans and find his hard-on quickly, tugging on it with the slightest amount of pressure.
“Oh God.” Logan exhales.
Veronica’s free hand slides his jeans and boxers off of his hips and they fall to the floor unceremoniously as she grabs his ass cheek.
His lips suck her right nipple, pulling and biting it rhythmically as his right hand kneads her other breast roughly. He rolls her left nipple in his fingers and she squeals and arches into his hand and mouth.
Her hand is still yanking Logan’s dick as her head rolls back. “Oh. God. Don’t stop… Oh. Yeah.”
“You like that, Babe?” He asks as he runs his tongue from one breast to the other and begins his assault on her other breast and nipple.
“Uh huh!” She moans her approval as her fingers massage his balls and her right hand palms the head of his penis.
“Oh, Christ!” Logan jerks back from her hand slightly. “Gentle, Sweetie.”
“Sorry.” She smiles and looks deep into his eyes.
His hand moves down her stomach and to the warmth in between her legs without breaking eye contact. His fingertips push her swimsuit to the side and graze his fingers over her clit before entering her wet canal with two fingers.
Veronica’s eyes close as she writhes against his hand yearning for more friction.
“You’re so wet.” Logan says as he moves his hands to hold her waist. His movement makes her eyes open as she studies his face, searching his eyes for strength. “Trust me, Sweetie. Turn around on all fours.” He smirks and kisses the tip of her nose. His fingers pull her swim bottoms down her thighs and she shimmies out of them quickly.
She rolls over and leans on her arms, pushing her butt toward Logan. “We haven’t done it this way in a long time.”
“What’s the matter, you forget how to do it?” He grips her hips with his hands and gently pokes around her opening with the head of his cock. She touches his head with her fingertips guiding it to her opening, widening her stance to allow easier access to her vagina. Once his penis finds her opening, she pushes her fingers on his dick, ever so slightly and his cock slides in her canal.
He thrusts his hips and pushes in to her deep. “Oh God.” He growls. “Fuck, why don’t we do this more often.” He pulls out so only the head is still in her warm opening and pushes back in roughly, hitting her cervix.
“Honey… oh yeah.” Veronica breathes heavily.
Logan cups her tits with his hands and pulls on her nipples vigorously, repeating his thrusts methodically.
She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit, matching Logan’s rhythm, rubbing and pinching on her bundle of nerves. “I’m close.” Veronica squeaks.
Logan’s assault quickens, twirling her nipples in his fingertips and kneading her breasts, pounding into his wife with force. She is sure to have bruises tomorrow but right now, she’s coming. He thinks.
Veronica pinches her clitoris in a perfect sequence with Logan’s nipple twists and pelvic thrusts and she cums. Her vision whites out as her canal tightens around his cock. All of her nerves in her body swell with energy and collect between her legs in an explosion. “Oh Fuck! Christ!” She jolts her hips up and down. “Oh God Logan!” She screams.
Her inner muscles constrict around his erection and he can barely move. He plunges in to Veronica two more times and he explodes. Every muscle in his body tenses, he sees stars as her inner muscles throb and he is milked dry. He falls onto Veronica’s back, panting.
She lowers on to the bed on her stomach exhausted and Logan pulls his spent dick out of her vagina and rolls on the bed, on his back next to his lover. “Fuck, we have got to walk the dog more often.” He proclaims as he flops his arm over his eyes.
She smiles and rolls toward him cuddling in the nook of his arm. “Too bad we’re so bad at doggie.”
He laughs. “Too bad you’re pregnant and we have to be creative.” He kisses the top of her sweaty hair and plays with the end of her hair with his fingertips.
There’s a sharp knock at the door. Veronica pauses drawing circles on Logan’s chest briefly. “Please tell me that was your heart pounding out of your chest.” He laughs.
A few more louder knocks pound on the door again.
“Go away!” Logan yells the best he can from his position in his wife’s arms on top of the covers of their hotel room bed.
“I need a shower.” Dick yells through the door. “Dude, let me in then you can go back to knockin’ boots.”
“No! Go away, Dick!” Logan yells again.
Dick knocks again a few more times even louder than before. “Come on, Dude.”
Logan kisses Veronica’s lips as she looks up from his side. “I love you.” He kisses her forehead quickly. “I should let him in. Why don’t you get a robe.”
She lifts her naked body from the bed slowly with a moan and seeks out a hotel bathrobe. Logan picks up his boxers from the floor and puts them on, waiting for a signal from Veronica that it’s okay to open the door.
Once she’s covered in the fluffy robe with the ties pulled tightly around her naked, expanding figure, she nods. Logan opens the door briskly and greets Dick with a death glare. “There better be a good fucking reason for this, Dick.”
Dick strolls into the room and sees Veronica sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe and Logan’s pants in a heap at her feet. Dick leers at Veronica. “Yeah, um… sorry.” He wiggles his eyebrows toward Veronica and looks over his shoulder at Logan.
Logan meets Dick’s glance with a clenched jaw and a stern face. “Why the fuck do you have to use our fucking shower?” Logan seethes.
Dick lowers his eyes slightly, afraid Logan is going to kill him right there in the middle of their Las Vegas hotel room. “Dude, sorry but Parker and her man are, like, scrapin’ in our room and I don’t fuckin’ need that shit.”
Veronica glares at Dick. “What about Mac’s shower? Or Wallace’s?”
“They were all occupied.” Dick looks from Veronica to Logan. “As much as I want to lather Mac up, she’s pissed at me. So that’s not happenin’.” Dick smiles. “At least I waited ‘til you were done fuckin’.”
“Oh God.” Veronica blushes and drops her eyes to her hands in her lap.
“You say that a lot, Ronnie.” Dick smirks at Veronica.
Logan smacks the back of Dick’s head, hard. “You wanna shut the fuck up before I break your fuckin’ legs.” Logan says through his clenched teeth.
Dick rubs his head where Logan hit him. “Damn, that hurt.”
“Imagine what it would feel like when I taser your ass then knock your fuckin’ teeth in.” Logan threatens.
Veronica shrugs at Logan and he smacks the back of Dick’s head again in the same spot as before. “Hurry the fuck up, Asshole.”
Dick rubs his head and hurries into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly then opening it slightly. “I’m locking this so you don’t come in to check out my awesome bod, Ronnie.”
Veronica throws a pillow at the door as Dick slams it shut again and the pillow hits the door where Dick’s face was just seconds beforehand and tumbles to the floor.
Part 30