Page 94 of Accidental Vegas Vows

In record time, I slipped myself out of my slacks and underwear, the sweet feeling of relief washing over me the moment my cock was set free. I wrapped one single arm around her waist and lifted her higher up the bed toward the headboard, stopping only to collapse against it myself.

She crawled to me on instinct, and somehow, impossibly, my length became even more rigid.

Her lips met mine with my back against the headboard, and lazily, desperately, she kissed me. She raised up on her knees as she settled in astride me, her hands cupping my cheeks, her head above mine. Even like this, she seemed so breakable, so fragile.

But then she was sinking down onto me, and my brain ceased to function.

Inch by inch, she adjusted to my size, her quick little breaths against my lips painting me in warm air. Slowly she sank, devouring me, pulling me in, and the moment her legs met mine and she had no more room to give, she started to move.

I could have sworn I saw stars.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pushing my fingers into the deep brown waves of her hair and clutching it. “I missed this. Missed you.”

I slid my hand into the space between us and found her swollen, sensitive clit, forcing a yelp out of her as her hips ground into me. Her walls squeezed in response to the added stimulus, and I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d last long. But Noah was at Carrie’s for the night and we had nowhere else in the world to be, and I could do this over, and over, and over again.

Her head tipped back as I pulled a little harder on her hair, her lips breaking from mine. I kissed along her jaw, along her stretched neck, giving my attention to that space beneath her ear that drove her wild.

“Oh my God,” she choked.

Her hand came to rest against the side of my cheek, and for a split second, I could see the ring she’d placed on her finger. My chest cracked just a little bit further. “I love you,” I mumbled against her skin. “I love you.”

Her answering giggle almost drowned out her, “I love you too.”

Chapter 39

Olivia

Iwasn’t sure what had driven me to pick the location I had, but I couldn’t deny that it was fucking hilarious to be standing outside that same stupid chapel in Vegas in the dead of the Nevada winter. I was thankful, at least, that it wasn’t actually freezing outside and felt instead like a San Francisco spring day, even if it was dry.

I stood by the doors next to a fully done-up Sophie, her freshly bleached hair curled into waves and tucked up into a bun. Her mid-thigh, navy dress screamed luxury from the little details that covered every inch. Damien hadn’t given me a budget, and I’d used that to my advantage since the venue itself was dirt cheap. I spared no expense on my dress, either, and had opted to have it custom made. Every option I’d seen in stores has been made to either hide the bump or accentuate it, and I didn’t want either of those. I wasn’t going to walk down the aisle in a grecian dress trying to conceal what we’d done, and I wasn’t going to make it the center of attention.

Instead, I rushed the custom order, opting for a flowing, layered silk chiffon, with little ruffles on the off-the-shoulder sleeves and embroidered flowers. It was simple, but it was perfect, and I felt on top of the Goddamn world.

But it was still weird to be there sober.

“You ready for this?” she asked, giving me a little pat on the bump as the music inside began to play. It was the one song I’d always wanted to walk down the aisle to, the song I saw on my favorite show as a kid when the uncle got married.

I grinned at her. “Absolutely.”

The woman who had taken our payment months ago opened the doors for me instead this time, and the small chapel hall was half filled instead of empty. My parents hadn’t agreed to come but had given me their blessing, so James stood in their place, his white suit jacket and bow tie looking way more formal than anything I’d seen him in. Beside him, his long-term girlfriend, Erin, beamed at me, offering me a little wave.

Ethan, Carrie, and Damien’s parents stood on his side. I hadn’t had the chance to meet them formally yet as they had only arrived this morning, but I hoped they were as nice and cheerful about this as they seemed as they watched me stand awkwardly next to my best friend at the other end of the chapel.

And of course, at the very end of the center aisle beside The King of Rock and Roll himself, stood the two men I was most excited to see.

Damien, and almost obscured next to his father, Noah.

Elvis’ dramatic, played-up scowl as The Beach Boys began to sing Forever nearly made me stop in my tracks and laugh. But Sophie ushered me forward, and I crossed the threshold into the sticky carpeted chapel, eyes locked on Damien and the practically vibrating Noah.

Damien’s endless grin was everything I could have ever hoped for.

Let the love I have for you live in your heart and beat forever, The Beach Boys sang, and stepped past my brother, his thumbs up lost in my concentration on what was in front of me. Noah held a little pillow in his white-knuckled grip, two gold bands sitting atop it, and in a moment of haste, he held them out to me.

“Not yet, bud,” Damien laughed.

“Now,” Elvis said quietly, his upper lip twitching on one side. “This better be the last time I have you two in this chapel.”

“Nah, I think we might come do this once a year,” Damien grinned, one arm coming out to welcome me into the small space on the raised platform. He pressed a kiss against my temple, his lips hovering for just a second, and whispered, “You look just as beautiful as the day I married you the first time.”

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