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  Vegas is Dead, Baby

  Zombies in Vegas Book 2

  The Edge

  By

  Olivia Starke

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright © 2012 by Olivia Starke

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-255-9

  Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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  Also by Olivia Starke

  The Edge

  Her Moonlight Lover

  Midnight Madness

  Zombie Lovin’

  Coming Soon

  Living is Overrated

  1Night Stand

  Familiar Desires

  Coming Soon

  Dreaming in Blue

  ~DEDICATION~

  As always, this is dedicated to my readers.

  Chapter One

  Sometimes waking up is the biggest surprise of all.

  He was perfect for their plans. A tall, dark gift waiting to be unwrapped. Kristin had nothing but kink on her mind when she sauntered toward him. The man leaned against the bar dressed in tasteful and tailored seventies retro flare, his gaze zeroing in on her. Hot thrills coursed through her, pooling in her pussy, and making her hornier than ever. Her bravery, backed by several of the club’s signature cocktails, Flaming Kisses, left her high as a kite.

  “Hey gorgeous,” she said over the thumping bass. “Buy me a drink?”

  His sensual lips curled up at the corners. “Sure, baby, whatever you want.”

  She trailed her fingers over his lapels. Not the cheap polyester she’d expected; the man had style, taste, and an impressive wardrobe budget. Her nipples puckered and she couldn’t help but brush against his arm, creaming in her panties as her breasts’ hidden tips grazed his bicep.

  She stood on tiptoes and moved close to his ear. “I have a proposition for you.”

  ***

  The hotel room door burst open. Kristin, Gabe, and their newfound playmate, Eric, stumbled inside. All more than a little lit. Kristin wrapped her arms around Eric’s waist and peered up into his dark, soulful eyes. When he’d agreed to come back to the hotel with her and her boyfriend, she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Like I said, Eric,” Gabe continued, his hands cupping Kristin’s ass beneath her mini skirt. “We grow ’em big in south Texas. Big ass, big tits, but a tight little pussy to squeeze your cock into. Everything a man wants in a woman.”

  She giggled, and Gabe slipped his hands beneath her shirt, finding her breasts. Normally a shy southern gent in actions and words, Sin City had left him as randy as her, and his dirty words made her bloodstream sizzle. And of course they had to be sure their new friend was ready for one killer night. Eric’s gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch, and Kristin’s knees weakened. She swallowed, squirming as Gabe tweaked her nipples, his hard-on pressing against her butt.

  Eric licked his lips. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve seen in a long while, I’ll give you that.”

  A heated flush spread over her cheeks and her eyelashes fluttered. She nibbled her bottom lip—inflamed with curiosity. Her hand slid between Eric’s thighs then up his fly to find an impressive, rock-hard dick ready for action. The corner of her mouth quirked up as she regained eye contact with him, sliding his zipper down. His cock bobbed free and she grasped its fabulous length, loving the feel of smooth skin stretched over steel.

  Reaching behind her, she maneuvered Gabe’s fly until her fingers wrapped around his enticing girthy-ness. Gabe was thicker, Eric longer, and she couldn’t wait to have them both inside her to compare which attribute she liked better.

  She cock-led them toward the bed and they followed like meek, obedient puppies. Releasing them, she sat on the mattress, and crossed her legs leveling her gaze on her boys.

  “Okay, rules are number one—I am always one-half of this trio. And number two, I am always one-half of this trio, got it?”

  Both men smiled and Gabe saluted before capturing her lips, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Meeting him with equal vigor, she wrapped her arms round his neck, their tongues doing a naughty tango. Groaning, she allowed him to drag her back onto the bed, hugging his pelvis between her thighs. His erection pressed against her slit, and she ground into it, until hot chills raced through her body.

  Her inner sex fiend played out scenarios with the two men in her mind that’d put any porno to shame. Back, front, top, bottom—naked Twister without the game board. She’d never had two men in her at the same time, and damn it, she’d live out every dirty little fantasy she could come up with.

  Placing her palms on Gabe’s chest, she shoved him away, ready to sample new cuisine. He grunted, bouncing on the mattress next to her as she stretched a hand toward her Johnny Depp look-alike. From the corner of her eye, she saw her man smile, his blue eyes hungry for a show.

  Eric climbed atop her, his moist lips on hers, denying her his tongue.

  A tease, intriguing. What other dirty secrets does he have?

  She writhed beneath him, grinding her pelvis into his. His cock brushed her bare inner thigh where her skirt had ridden up, precum leaving a titillating, wet trail.

  “What are you two watching?” Eric asked against her lips.

  Her swimming thoughts grappled for land. “Huh?”

  A low, tortured moan filled her ears and she looked toward the sound. They’d left the TV on when going to the club, and a black and white horror movie played.

  “It’s a marathon of old, scary movies, mostly about the undead,” Gabe answered for her, his fingertips brushing her bare skin under her bunched up shirt.

  Eric smiled down, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Interesting choice.”

  He shifted, his hard-on pressing against her panties.

  She met his smile with one of her own. “My favorite thing to watch. Everyone loves a zombie, right?”

  Chapter Two

  Eric’s greedy mouth found hers again. Kristin winced when he nipped her bottom lip, bucking against his heavy body when he followed with a pinch to a sensitized nipple. Her world whirled into a blur of sensations, and she clawed at his clothing. She and Gabe had been together and monogamous for two years. Knowing pleasure from a new lover, with Gabe nearby and ready to jump in, was beyond anything she could’ve conjured up in her mind.

  “Me…you…naked…us….” she said between whimpers.

  Eric pushed away, Gabe already half-stripped to his birthday suit. Kristin wasn’t sure who to devour first—her wonderful boyfriend or the stranger with the wicked glint in his eye and a body to die for.

  Gabe stopped at his fitted boxer briefs, revealing a build she’d memorized many times over. Broad muscled chest, flat abs, strong, well-developed thighs. He spent hours
in the gym perfecting what God had given him. He looked her over, before turning his gaze to Eric, and she saw a fierce desire in his eyes. His nostrils flared as their new friend unbuttoned his silk shirt, pitching it aside before pushing his pants over his narrow hips. Taller than Gabe by several inches, leaner, but well-toned, Eric stood revealed in all his glory. The two nearly naked men, hot as sin ten times, was enough to make a woman weep with joy. Luckily, she wasn’t the crying type.

  She wiggled out of her skirt and T-shirt. In her lace bra and thong, she braced on her elbows.

  “Where should we start?”

  Both dove for her, Eric’s teeth closing over her nipple, Gabe landing face first in her soaking pussy. Her boyfriend’s broad tongue stroked her through the lace, murmuring approval, while their new lover sucked her budded nipple through the bra. Her fingers dug through Eric’s thick hair, the other hand clutching at Gabe’s shorter military cut. He grasped her panties, yanking at the flimsy material until it broke free. With a flick of Eric’s wrist, the front closure of her bra gave way, leaving her breasts bare to his roving hands. Her boyfriend’s fingers slipped between her labia.

  “Fuck, Kris, I’ve never seen you so wet. Incredible. Eric, you won’t believe how she responds to oral. She’s a real screamer.” His husky voice made her squirm.

  “Mmm, I love eating a woman until she screams my name.” Eric grasped his cock, rubbing it from base to tip, the sight making her throat dry. She licked her lips, ready to place them around his girth and suck him to the back of her throat. He seemed to read her mind because a sly grin passed over his face as he jerked faster. Gabe followed suit, freeing his hard-on, and stroking until precum glistened at the tip.

  Each took hold of a leg, spreading her pussy wide to their ravenous eyes. Unable to wait, she sought her slick inner folds with questing fingers. She massaged until her juices dripped to the sheets, fighting the urge to crest the peak of delirium. Gabe’s mouth found her inner thigh, sucking hard on the tender skin until she arched her back. Eric’s lips found the other, doing the same. They hadn’t touched her clit, yet orgasm dangled within her grasp and she reached for it. Someone’s tongue lapped at her nether lips, a finger pressing within her tight walls and another teasing her anal bud. She let go, screaming as a climax smacked her.

  “What did I tell you?” Gabe’s gruff voice told her he was tired of foreplay.

  Eric nodded. “God, she’s beautiful when she comes.”

  Her boyfriend kicked out of his briefs, before grabbing the box of condoms out of the nightstand drawer. The other man stood back, waiting. Sheathing his cock, Gabe pitched the box to Eric who pulled one out and set it on the bed next to him. Kristin trembled, eager, excited, a nagging fear of the unknown heightening the experience.

  A woman screamed on television, distracting Kristin, as a walking corpse dragged the helpless actress through a cheesy looking cemetery.

  Eric blocked her view. “These movies will rot your brain.”

  She giggled. “It’s okay, I know monsters aren’t real.”

  “Is that so?” His bobbing dick was too much to pass up. Rising onto hands and knees on the soft bed, she reached for it, her mouth watering. Gabe grabbed her hips, his glans toying at her entrance. As she took Eric in her mouth, Gabe thrust home. She squealed around the mouthful, gagging as she took her new lover to the back of her throat. She circled her tongue over his head, milking the vein beneath his dick with her thumb. The thick girth inside her cunt hit all the spots that left her juices running down her thighs.

  Gabe slapped her backside hard, stinging the flesh and making her jerk forward. Eric growled as he thrust down her throat, tangling his hands in her hair, fucking her mouth faster. Barely suppressing her gag reflex, she arched her back, taking Gabe deeper. He grunted and slapped her ass again, even harder, making her cry out. She shook beneath the mounting waves that strung her nerve endings tighter. Her boyfriend pounded into her full power, his balls beating against her clit.

  The world exploded into fireworks behind her closed eyelids, and she collapsed beneath the weight of the orgasm. Both men withdrew and she slumped to the comforter.

  “So, Gabe, top or bottom?” Eric asked, his voice miles away, as she drifted in ecstasy.

  “Bottom, she can’t take my cock in her ass. I’m too big and don’t want to hurt her.” He lay down on the bed, pulling her on top of him, kissing her lips. “Can you do this, sweetheart?”

  She nodded giving him a confident smile. “Don’t worry about me. I can take anything you boys can give.” She straddled his pelvis. He guided her hips, sliding within her. She lay against his chest, kissing the smooth flesh, lapping at a flat nipple as he spread her ass cheeks wide. She glanced over her shoulder. Eric sheathed his cock, then slathered lubricant over the condom before smoothing it over her backdoor. Joining them on the bed, he tested her tightness. With Gabe over-filling her she couldn’t imagine taking another man, but she was more than willing to give it a shot.

  “Relax for me, baby,” Eric whispered against her ear. “I promise you’ll love this.”

  She closed her eyes, as he massaged her anal bud with a lubed finger before slipping it inside then stretching her with a second. She trembled focusing on the pleasurable fullness as he took short thrusts, scissoring them inside her. When she relaxed, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. He retreated before giving a strong push and the head filled her. Discomfort quickly turned to new sensations that made her plead for more. Gabe moved in tiny circles, hitting all the spots inside her pussy that made her delirious. Her new partner filled her to the hilt at last, moving in a rhythm that Gabe countered.

  They alternated, one withdrawing as the other shoved deep into her body. Hot shudders shot through her, driving her to the brink of madness. Being double dipped was beyond anything she could’ve imagined. Her fantasies had played with the threesome, and they had done practice runs with a dildo as the third. But nothing compared to a real live throbbing male at the controls. She bunched the sheets in her fingers, biting Gabe’s neck until he winced. She fought the impending climax, wanting to wring out every last drop of pleasure. Hostage between the men’s hard bodies—and a slave to their cocks—made death by orgasm a real possibility. The men’s grunts were music to her ears as she gave in to overwhelming pleasure and toppled over the edge.

  “Gabe…baby. Oh, God, Eric!”

  The shock of the climax seized her muscles and she collapsed into Gabe. Eric pounded into her and roared before falling against her. Gabe followed, growling out his own release. She didn’t care that she was crushed between the two, too weak and blissfully happy to push them away.

  Eric rained kisses over her back before he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. Gabe wrapped his arms around her, rolling them into a cozy spoon.

  He nuzzled her ear. “Are you sore?”

  She snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Yes, in the best way possible.”

  “Happy birthday, baby.” He squeezed her tight then left the bed to take his turn to clean up. Eric rejoined her and handed her a moistened washcloth.

  “What a gentleman.” She smiled. Damn he’s sexy. Naked, his wavy, shoulder-length hair tangled, he was a hard-core sex god. He turned his back to her, giving her a moment of privacy while he pulled on his slacks.

  Chapter Three

  Kristin flung her forearm across her eyes, listening to the two men exchange small talk. Sleep beckoned, but she wasn’t ready for the night to end. Not yet.

  “The view is great, even though we’re only on the second floor and face away from the Strip,” Gabe said. “I have a bottle of Jack in my suitcase. I’ll grab it.”

  Exhaustion mixed with bliss, her cheeks aching with the silly grin stretching her face. When she’d approached Gabe with her idea of the perfect birthday gift, she’d thought he’d shoot it down. Thank God for the miracle of internet porn, because after they’d watched several threesomes, he was all for the idea.

  Too bad
they hadn’t recorded their trio; they could have made money on it.

  The door to the balcony clicked as the men went outside. She rose from the bed, needing a shower, and grabbed the hotel’s complimentary robe. Passing the television, she paused to watch a scene from one of her favorite cult classics, Night of the Living Dead.

  “They’re coming to get you, Barbra.” She mouthed the famous line and laughed.

  Eric opened the balcony door, admitting a cool, desert breeze. His dark eyes glittered and the hair on her arms rose as the chilly air hit her bare skin. She couldn’t be quite sure if the shivers were from the wind or his heavy lidded gaze.

  “Join us.” Eric reached for her. She gave the television one last look before shrugging and taking the gorgeous stranger’s hand, following him outside.

  ***

  Kristin jerked awake, the sensation of falling through nothingness making her grab at the covers. She blinked against the sunshine spilling through a gap in the curtains, wrestling with the remnants of the terrifying falling dream, the worst to wake from.

  “Ugh.” Her body hurt, everywhere.

  No, hangovers are definitely worse to wake up to. She and Jack Daniels had always been, at best, frenemies. She felt around, afraid to open her eyes, until she palpated a lumpy mass next to her she recognized as Gabe. The rich aroma of brewing coffee teased her senses.

  Frowning, she forced a gritty eyelid open and found the room empty, their playmate nowhere in sight. No mid-morning delight, threesome style. Bummer. Though chances were she’d vomit, so it’s probably for the best.