ANDY MILES

THE SIN CITY

"You just got a full scholarship to Harvard, we didn't get to celebrate that. Just a few jumps here and there. You need to let free and be happy. Do something out of your routine. Have fun Andy. It's been a while"

For a moment, Andy said nothing and the next second, she was groaning.

"I don't want to hear it Mia. I really do not want your conviction"

"Attorney Andy, please follow me to this club not far into the city. Have fun just for the night and be happy. Live life for just a moment girl"

For that one time Andy indeed was quiet, ready to listen. Maybe she indeed needed one. It wasn't so much of a bad idea.

She glanced back at Mia who was batting her long fake lashes at her with a pout. At that moment, She was officially tired of her best friend.

"Fiinne Mia"

"Beautiful!"

And that was Mia running off the little distance to their closet, to find some sexy dresses for a night out at VEGAS.

We all know how the parties in Vegas can be. It wasn't any different at D'Knight's night club. The DJ jams, the buzz, the feeling of being high and the smell of whiskey and vodka with sweat smells, people rubbing their bodies with each other, showing off what their mama gave them and Andy was somewhere at the bar side, high on vodka shots and counting. The red dress she had on had showed off her cleavage, the fullness of her breasts hung on her chest as she slouched down on the bar stool, a hand on the table and her head beneath. She picked up her purse that fell. Her fuzzy eyes searching for Mia, who had danced off a while ago.

"Hey beautiful,"

That voice was magic, deep magic. Like a sweet melodious octave based on sounds, it reached out to her soul. Maybe it was definitely how intoxicated she was, but yes, she was wet.

"Hi handsome"

She stared, hard enough. Trying to get a little bit of what he looked like. When the round ring bulb had shown just a little dark light to his face, Andy saw a wish come true. His black hair was tied in a very unbusinesslike fashion. His lips drawn into a suspicious line. He had a coal black eyes that went hazel every now and then and Andy felt she must have seen the color of a blazing fire somewhere in those eyes. Probably her imagination. She hated it when she was this high on drinks.

Ryan was as much controlling his wolf like any other werewolf who just met his mate. The lilac scent mixed with the smell of trees filled him the moment he entered the club. Jace had been behind him just moments ago. They had just concluded an agreement with Big Jerry and was set out to leave not before the smell got him hitched on his tracks and not moving. A couple more of that behavior had sent a message to Jace. The first instinct, had Ryan moving, wanting to see their mate, to feel her but not when the smell of a human was evident. He stopped and retraced his step, deciding to go for a drink instead. Getting drunk wasn't that easy for a wolf much less an alpha but he went close to being intoxicated. Jace watched, ready to stop him whenever his alpha traits got over him. Even as he walked down to the human, the moon goddess gave him as his mate, the words of Ace that morning tugged at it, history was certainly repeating it self. Ryan paused just for a moment and watched her from afar. Her body wasn't bad—not one bit. And when she bent as if picking something from the floor, Rye growled. Those apples was meant just for them, he didn't mind having her n*****s between his lips till dawn. His wolf fought for dominance and even as he sat infront of their mate. Ryan was in between letting his wolf take over. He did let it overpower him, lust taking over. After all, she was their mate. He was definitely going to take care of the lust he felt and after that was nothing...he hoped because she crashed his dreams. He had hoped to have a wolf mate and be happy again. He had hoped for history not to repeat itself again and it did. She was going to die just like his mum and he will be left in darkness just like his father.

And as he made love to her at the club's motel that was a little distance far from the club, the buzz of the club drowned the voices in his head. But for a moment, he was pulled out of that buzz, like a trance, he was engrossed in her taste as he kissed every part of her and when she cried out to him as he drew and bit a n****e, he felt like a soul that newly found true love. When Andy had his bulge in her mouth, he watched her thin lips go back and forth on it, drawing and pulling it with her mouth. when she opened her eyes and looked at him, Ryan felt like a lost soul, he saw his world spin infront of him. It was pleasure. He has watched other women do this before, he has kissed other women more than he cared to count but none has had him the way she did. Rye was in esctacy, their mate was good and a bad girl just the way they wanted. The thought of having a man being close to her the way they did crossed his mind and he growled. That didn't stop her as well. Slowly and certainly, like a sexy god she had turned out to be, she climbed on the bed, her eyes on him and widened her legs. Ryan watched, his eyes changed telling a different story, a pleasure story . His bulge stood just as he stood like a predator ready to hunt and the prey was right infront of his eyes. He entered, a little whimper was heard, it was from his mate. He stopped, just a little time for her adjust, when he felt like she had, he was in fully, thrusting in and out. Her moans drove him wild. It was as if being played a song with the piano keys to his ears. He was thrusting in and fast groaning in sheer pleasure.

For a moment, Andy wasn't intoxicated, she felt like she was right where she was supposed to be and her mind was at peace.

*******

When Andy had her eyes open the next morning, she knew she had messed up big time or so she thought.

wearing nothing under the duvet, she really didn't need a preacher to tell her she has sinned. Andy groaned.

'This is f****d up'

Quickly, she searched for her phone thanking heavens, she didn't misplace the purse in her drunken state. Mia had answered on the first ring

"Where are you Andy. I've been calling your number"

Andy made quick strides to the window, the street was familiar. She breathed out. At least, she wasn't somewhere she didn't know.

"I'm at the motel right after the club"

"Uh uh, so you went out to have some fun Andy"

Andy shut her eyes in exasperation. She was totally exhausted.

"Just come get me before you start talking"

Mia laughed.

"I will be there in no time"

Rolling her eyes, she threw the phone somewhere in the bed. Andy sat on the bed and face palmed and the next moment, she was crying. She hated it when she acted out of character, it always cost her something. She hoped this doesn't. It will be a mere night stand just as intended.

"I hope she isn't crying"

Mia said with a whoosh as she drove down the neighborhood in their old wagon truck.

*****

Mia swung the door open as she got to Andy's supposed room with her guest. Like a CIA investigator ready to catch a criminal on the red act and just as expected, Andy was curled up on the bed, her whimpers filling the now quiet room. Mia stared at her. Who on earth beats themselves up after a good night like that?.

She stood at the edge, a hand bellowed at her waistline, looking down at Andy who was dealing with hiccups. Mia scoffed

"You really is pathetic Andy. You are a grown up lady, it really is embarrassing seeing you like this"

"I don't even know him Mia"

Mia threw her hands wide in the air, rolling her eyes

"That's the fun girl" She smiled, getting cunny this time. She sat with on her the bed, her voice low "He was quite good in bed, isn't he?"

Andy had tried, really tried to keep her mind off what the wheels in her head was telling her but nah, she couldn't help it. She smiled and soon enough, she was painted red.

"I knew it babe. You certainly could work that ass and those boobs well enough to drive a man crazy" She paused "It really was one hell of a night huh!"

Andy laughed. She couldn't help the memories, they were flooding back. It felt like magic once more.

"He was amazing"

She said it in the little lest tone, one could barely hear her. It felt as though she was musing it, to talk about it was too damn special.

"I'm guessing you had the best part of the night while I found a cab that took me home, isn't it Mia. The good girl suddenly is the one staying up late" That was enough to cut her memories short for the moment.

"Cut it out Mia. I was drunk and hardly was aware of what I was doing. Can we get going now?"

In a second, Andy was down on her feet, dressed up. She tied her hair in a quick messy ponytail and was the first at the door.

"This conversation Andy Miles, isn't over"

Andy was rolling her eyes.

"Whatever"

More than exhausted to say one more word, Andy walked out and Mia behind.

*****

The warm shower fell on Andy. It was pure bliss. Her core ached, she was probably sore. Involuntarily, she shut her eyes, reminiscing what had happened few hours ago. She argued within herself if she was drunk at all, maybe not. Maybe she was intoxicated with the idea of being in s****l pleasure rather than a drunken state. His touches were perfect. His lips travelled at the right places and that moment when the tip of his tongue had found the tip of her c**t and unexpectedly, a moan escaped her lips and then another one. Her hands slowly went down to her aching core, she was horny yet again. The thought of him and what he did and could do to her beneath him was enough to have her wetness going down her wet thighs like a tear drop. She had almost slid a hand in when Mia's voice came on

"You giving birth in that bathroom or what Andy Miles?"

"Coming already!"

She turned the shower off, cursing under her breath, she couldn't believe she was yet again going out of character.

Andy strode into the compacted kitchen in some pair of pyjamas pants and a loose top, her hair loose on her shoulders and barefooted. She sat beside the kitchen counter and Mia served her food.