For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love by Alessandra Torre, Al. Read Free Book Online Page B

his name over and over. Pleasure radiated in waves that rolled from one to the next.
    James groaned my name as he came with me and together we rode out our pleasure.
    When both our breathing started to slow, he rolled over next to me and pulled me to his chest. I’m not sure how much time passed before either of us was able to move—maybe fifteen minutes. But when he sat up he said, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
    “Me either.” I sat up next to him.
    He stroked his hand down my back. “What does it mean?”
    Now I was never the kind of girl to get stars in her eyes, but I swear my eyes had to be twinkling when I looked at him. “I don’t have any idea.”
    He flopped back down and with a laugh said, “It must at least mean we need to do it again.”
    I looked at him and ran a hand down the smooth skin of his chest. “At least one more time,” I said with a wink.
    His lips fought not to smile and his arms wrapped around my waist. “You are definitely the devil,” he said seductively.
    I looked out the window into the dark of the night. “No, I think I’m the angel and you’re the devil,” I said.
    “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby,” he said as if reciting a line from a bad movie.
    At that we both laughed until our mouths fused in such a way that we couldn’t laugh anymore.
    We spent another hour rolling around, exploring every part of each other’s body.
    “Folks, we just began our descent into McCarran International Airport. The local time is twelve forty-nine a.m., light winds out of the south, and we’re looking at an easy landing. Buckle up. We should be on the ground in just a few minutes,” the pilot’s voice boomed overhead.
    I was lying on top of James and pressed my hands on either side of his head. “City of Sin, here we come.”
    He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back down. “We’re going to have an amazing time,” he cooed in my ear.
    I didn’t doubt it.

Chapter Three
    Welcome to the Club
    James Ashton
    T here was a pounding on the door.
    I covered my head with my pillow.
    Knock. Knock.
    Knock. Knock.
    “Go away,” I finally muttered.
    Ignoring me, whoever it was continued the pounding.
    “What?” I yelled.
    “Wake up, sunshine. If you’re coming back to New York with us we leave in an hour.”
    It was Avery’s shrieking voice and her tone made my eardrums hurt.
    Opening only one eye, I tried to focus. “Yeah, alright,” I answered.
    Feeling sicker than a dog, I forced my other eye open and blinked a million times over.
    My surroundings were familiar. This was one of the rooms Avery kept on reserve at the Mandarin on the floor beneath her penthouse. I’d been in rooms like this many times before. But never had I woken up feeling like this.
    My body was one big ache.
    My eyes burned.
    My head was pounding.
    What the fuck happened to me?
    I turned my head and a halo of red was all I could see. I pulled back a little. It was then I realized that I was wrapped around a body. Lindsay’s gorgeous, sexy body, to be exact.
    I licked my lips. They were numb and tasted like salt and lime.
    Tequila.
    Lots of tequila.
    That fucking tequila.
    How much had I had to drink?
    In the limo on the way to the Lakes’s penthouse conveniently located at the top of the Mandarin Oriental, in the bar at the Mandarin, in the casino, at various stops we made while walking down the strip. At Caesar’s Palace. In Olympic Garden. Olympic Garden? I took Lindsay to a strip club with male dancers?
    What. The. Fuck?
    My brain hurt thinking about last night.
    Enough was enough.
    I turned it all off—for now.
    Grabbing the corner of the sheet, I tossed it aside and then stood. When I did, my eyes landed on the naked beauty and I sucked in a breath.
    She was still sleeping and seeing her made my eyes go all starry.
    Shaking off the lovesick puppy feeling, I began to feel even sicker. The quick motion made my stomach twist in a violent way, and I hurried to the