Page 28 of Vegas Daddies

Lifesaver smooths his hand over her wrist but she forces it away.

Stronger than she looks.

“Whose idea was it to get married?” she asks.

Lifesaver and Brander both glance across the room to me.

Typical.

Spokesperson as usual.

“Yours, sweetness.”

“What?!” She folds her arms over her chest, and I avert my eyes from her cleavage. No matter how perfect it looks, now is not the time. “When did I—?” She pauses and trails her eyes back to the ceiling. Then they go wide, and she stares at the ceiling some more. Reality has crashed over her. Her shoulders weren’t tense before, but they are now. “I wasdrunk!”

“So were we, darling,” Brander says. “None of us were thinking straight.”

“Look.” I rise from my seat, leathers squeaking. “It’s pointless wasting our precious breath when we could be talking about more constructive matters like, for example, the annulment. We’ll need to go about this cautiously to avoid the judge finding out about the Venom Vultures.”

“I don’t care about that,” snaps Alice. “Right now, I’m more bothered about something more permanent.” She slides down her shorts before I even have time to prepare myself. “This.” She turns around so she’s facing the door, and my cock twitches at the sight of her round, bare ass cheeks sitting pert in an orange G-string.

Brander shifts again in his seat.

“I know, sweetheart.” Lifesaver chances a hand around her lower back. To my surprise, it works. She doesn’t swat him away this time. “Listen, we’re very sorry. Here, come sit down.” He guides her to the exam table. “Let’s try and talk this out. I know it’s notthe ideal situation for you, and I know you already have enough on your plate as it is.”

Her ass cheeks bounce as she walks. She takes quick steps, the shorts still puddled at her feet. Hoisting herself up onto the exam table, she slumps, swinging her legs midair.

The shorts land on the floor.

Would it be inappropriate to grab them and bury my face in the crotch area?

I bet it’s still warm.

Self control, Match.

Tears form in her eyes, “I just don’t understand why you would do that.”

Lifesaver plucks a tissue from a box and hands her one.

“I think it’s fair to say that if we could all write off last night, we would,” I say.

Both Lifesaver and Brander flash me a subtle look that suggests otherwise.

Alice turns her gaze to the floor and mumbles, “I dunno.”

“Speak up, darling,” Brander says.

“The crazy part is…” She shakes away pieces of fallen hair. “I actually had the best night, all things considered.” She gazes at each of us. “It was fun. The bits I can remember, anyway.”

Lifesaver returns his hand to her lower back. “Which bits can you remember?”

She sinks her teeth into her lip and averts her eyes, cheeks turning pink.

“I remember throwing away my engagement ring from the back of your motorcycle.” She turns to Lifesaver. “And certain events…unfolding. Then I remember going back to Brander’s house.” She drops her eyes, and the blush on her cheeks transitions from pink to red. “I dunno.” She shakes her head. “It was really nice. I enjoyed it.” She pinches her eyes. “I also remember laughing a lot, and strangely, a Pepsi drawing on the wall.”

She remembers the Pepsi drawing butnotBrander’s knife collection? Explaining that again to her sober will be a challenge.

But a challenge we’ll never have to face. Hopefully this will be the last time we see her.

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