A MMF Novella 18+

Amber

Four years—Four fucking years I wasted on that asshole!

Standing in the bathroom of my fancy hotel suite, I deleted another ranting text from my ex, before placing my phone face down on the counter.

Whatever he had to say could wait till after the weekend. Because this weekend I’d escaped to Las Vegas, not that Vegas was new to me, only living up the road roughly sixty miles North in the Moapa Valley.

It vibrated again as I reached for the hand-towel and hid my phone underneath it, refusing to spend one more minute or energy on that whiny, two-timing, pencil dick!

Heaving a calming breath. I returned my attention to the reflection staring back at me. The woman I saw was hardly recognisable.

What the hell had happened to me? Where was that young, carefree girl? The fun one. The one who took risks? Loved life?

Well, guess what, tonight, come hell or high water, I was damn well dragging her ass back, kicking and screaming if need be.

Hal-le-fuckin-lujah!

That was the voice of Lucy, my best friend, screaming in my head. Lucy was the one who’d crazily talked me into this plan because, as she pointed out, I needed to snap out of this funk. No more moping around, and feeling sorry for myself.

And as my smart friend pointed out... What happens in Vegas—Stays in Vegas!

My stomach jumped, and I placed my hand over it, splaying my fingers pressing in. I didn’t have butterflies in there. No, I had an entire raging swarm of hornets setting up shop.

Shifting my hand, I ran my finger across my bottom lip. What colour? Yanking my make-up bag closer, I rummaged inside it. Red. Go with the red. I Found what I was searching for... 309, blazing furious red.

Gavin hated me wearing heavy make-up.

Don’t wear that lipstick. You’ll look like a whore. Why are you dressing like a slut?.

Applying the lipstick, I added an extra coat of mascara and just a touch more eyeliner, enhancing the smokey grey of my eyeshadow. Smacking my lips together, nervous jitters got the best of me.

No. Quit it.

Standing back, I gave myself the once over. Tilting my head, my auburn hair, usually a mass of unruly curls, had been straightened to a silky finish and was tonight being restrained in a sleek chignon, and my dress.

Well, hello Amber McKenzie. The form-fitting little red dress that Lucy had gifted me was perfect.

And everything my ex, Gavin fuckin’ Jacobs, would hate.

I had to admit I looked spectacular in it and I definitely could use a little more feeling spectacular and a lot less feeling like a failure right now.

Satisfied I looked my best, I headed back into the bedroom and looked at the row of shoes I’d brought on this little excursion. Not one pair of sensible shoes stared back. Deciding on the 850-dollar Jimmy Choo Malibu liquid red.

Beautiful, and they gave me a good four inches of extra height.

Taking one last look in the full-length mirror and before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my phone and my purse and headed out.

Downstairs, I made my way toward the swanky hotel bar and straightened my shoulders; I mustered the courage to walk to the bar to take a stool, popping my purse down. It had been a nice ego boost that quite a few heads had turned and watched me walk past them. I, however, kept my gaze straight ahead.

“What can I get you?”

Head lifting in the voice’s direction. “Drink?” he asked in a smooth tone.

My eyes bugged out. Daayumm!

The barman was eye candy, for sure. Dark blond, wild, wavy hair, tan skin and the bluest of eyes. He’s taller than me and incredibly well built, but not in a body-builder type of way, just muscular in all the right places. He looked a little fierce and a little older than me—perhaps thirty? As he held himself with a mix of confidence and self-assured cockiness, you normally see in guys that age.

I dragged my eyes back to see his lips curl into a sexy, knowing smile.

Oops, he’d caught me checking him out.

Now what to drink? “Martini—” I nipped my bottom lip, raising a brow. “—Extra dirty.”

“Coming right up.” He smoothly turned tail, and it gave me a glimpse of his fine ass in those perfectly black tailored trousers. Hell, the man was walking sex.

As he prepped my drink, I watched him side-glance me and I let myself pretend he liked what he saw, equally giving my ego another much-needed boost.

Giving my head a little wobble, I refocused. I wasn’t here to drool over the smokin’ hot bartender.

No. Stick to the plan.

Reaching inside my purse, I pulled out my phone. Loading the app Lucy had downloaded not twelve hours ago, as apparently, this was how you got laid these days...no need for small talk or going to crowded clubs. Nope. You scanned through the offerings and hit the little interested button. As easy as ordering Pizza—so Lucy had told me.

The sexy blond bartender placed down my drink. And I put down my phone and fumbled for my keycard from my purse. “Room 309, if you can charge it?”

Shaking his head. “This one's on me,” he said with his sapphire blues brushing over me.

Oh. I blinked. Perhaps he had been checking me out? “Thank you.”

His eyes dipped to my phone. “Anytime.” Damn, had his voice just got sexier? “And it’s Declan if you’re interested.” The lines around his pretty blue eyes crinkled.

Flirt back! I heard Lucy scream in my head. “Amber, if you’re interested.” I batted back.

We locked gazes, and it occurred to me that he was enjoying himself, but then someone grabbed his attention further down the bar. “Shout me when you want another, yeah?”

Another what?

He smiled, lowering his eyes to my glass.

Oh, the drink, duh...Apparently, I’d lost a few brain cells since sitting on this stool. I nodded a little too eagerly or maybe desperately before mentally slapping myself and lifting my drink to take a sip... a very long sip.

Putting the glass down, I picked up my phone and returned to the task at hand.

Swiping past the first few faces, I came to the first potential.

Aidan.

He listed his sporting likes as climbing, basketball, and foreplay.

Yummy and hot! And what woman would say no to a man who treated foreplay as a sport? Gavin’s idea of foreplay had been to get undressed with the lights on.

I put a maybe next to Aidan’s profile and swiped.

Wayne.

Okay, terrible name. But wow, his body was hot for sure. But what was with all the bathroom mirror selfies—wasn’t one enough? Apparently not... but hey, let’s not be judgy. This was all about the sex, and he certainly had all the right equipment for one night of fun.

Swipe.

“You ready for another?” asked Declan. I looked at my glass and shit, I’d drunk it already.

Declan leaned forward, resting on his elbows. He was even sexier close-up. “Any luck?” His eyes dipped to my hand holding my phone, then lifted along with a questioning brow and a sexy as fuck smirk pulled at his full lips.

Sadly, my cheeks weren’t flame-retardant, but I held eye contact. “Maybe.” I pushed my empty glass toward him. “Same please.”

“Coming—” he lifted my glass. “—Right Up, Amber,” His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.

H.O.T!

When did licking one’s lips become so suggestive? Or perhaps I was just a little too horny having not had sex over three months, but even when I’d been having sex with Gavin, it rated in between lame and average.

“Don’t move,” and his voice lowered.

Nope. Not moving. Not a chance.

He returned a moment later, and I readied my keycard. “Room—”

Declan interrupted, holding up his hand. “—Don’t need your room number. Tonight’s on me.”

My stomach went to town on that little snippet. “Why?”

His expression shifted and he let out a long sigh, weighted. “Don’t take this the wrong way.”

Okaaay. I waited.

“I want to take that hurt from your beautiful eyes.”

What, could he see that? Was I that obvious? ...And had he said my eyes were beautiful?

His intense stare didn’t flinch, and a bubble of emotion rose up my throat. Which would be a disaster and ruin my well-applied make-up.

Pushing down my crazy emotions, I asked, “What do you suggest?” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth.

He took my phone from my hand and swiped off the hookup app. “Not this.”

I swallowed as he popped my phone back into my purse.

Christ, my heart was hammering.

“I’m off at ten,” he said and left it hanging like a thread between us.

My voice shot up an octave. “I can wait.” If it went any higher, I’d surely attract dogs and bats.

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “A lady shouldn’t have to wait...” His gaze fell to my lips.

True. But we didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t magically shift time.

He bit his lip thoughtfully. “We need someone to keep you company.”

What? I must have looked confused. “A friend of mine,” he threw in.

"A friend?”

He flicked his head, and I looked over my shoulder.

My jaw dislocated. If Declan was sex—then the tall, dark slab of man steak heading toward me was sin. Similar in height to Declan but broader in shoulders. Hair jet black and eyes a dark brown that appeared sharper as he came closer and a sleeve of tattoos up both arms with a white-tee stretched tight across a wall of chest. And not to mention his faded denim jeans that hugged those meaty thighs.

Shy of panting...my vagina performed a fanfare.

The walking man-steak took the stool next to me. “Amber.” Declan flicked his chin up. “Meet Jett.”

Raising my hand, my finger did a stupid airwave. “Hi,” I squeaked.

“Jett. Say hello to Amber.”

“Hey, Amber.” The deep timbre of his voice had me internally sighing and was it hotter in here? Yes, I was hot—too hot, and I was sure there was a distinct lack of air.

“Amber here is looking for a hookup?” He threw it out there and both sets of eyes pinned me to the stool.

He wasn’t wrong, but I tried to play it cool, hitching a shoulder. “Ah-huh.”

Declan spread his arms pressing his palms to the bar. “Thing is Amber, me and Jett come as a package deal.” Again shifting to rest on his elbows, he moved closer, so close I could feel his breath fan my face. “Does that scare you, Amber?”

One beat. Two beats. He moved back, giving me room to breathe.

Holy Fuck!

Was he?

Did he?

I almost choked on my saliva as my eyes batted between them. “You both want me?”