Page 2 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Oh god, it’s sexual, isn’t it?” Maggie asks with a groan.

“I may or may not have sucked him off as he completed the lap, and he may or may not have fucked me while I did mine.” I shrug, smiling at the memory.

“How did he fuck you while you were driving?” Alina asks.

“Why would you ask that?” Maggie asks with mock horror.

I laugh. “I sat on his lap, steering as his feet worked the pedals. It was a joint effort.”

I look in the rearview mirror and see Belle and Josie bringing up the rear. I speed around until all of us have been thrown around for a good twenty minutes.

“I think we should call it quits. I don’t think it’s worked,” Maggie states.

I come to a stop and look back at Alina, and that’s when I notice her face is scrunched up in pain, clutching her stomach. “Alina?” I ask, worried.

She opens her eyes. “I’ve either pissed myself,” she says through gritted teeth, “or my waters have broken.” She pauses. “And fuck me, I’m in pain,” she cries out.

I grin wide and look at Maggie. “Call Hap and tell him to meet us at the hospital,” I order, then I lower my window and turn the truck around, constantly beeping my horn and sticking my arm out to signal them to keep up.

Maggie switches on her phone, which pings constantly with messages and voicemails. “Well, we are in shit,” she mutters, pressing the call button before putting it on speaker. She doesn’t even get to say hello.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Hap snaps down the phone.

“Calm down, we just went for a drive, and Alina has gone into labour. Get your ass to the hospital, and we will meet you there,” she says assertively.

“Shit, I’m coming to you. Where are you?” he asks, his voice full of panic.

“No point. Just get to the hospital and we will see you there,” Maggie says before disconnecting.

“Wow, he’s going to be pissed you cut him off,” I point out.

“He will just get himself in a flap, and Alina needs calm,” Maggie says.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, we hear an almighty thud as the truck hits something, lurching us forward.

“Woah!” I breathe. I look around to make sure everyone is okay, frowning because there is no sign we hit anything. I press my foot down on the gas, the engine roars, and yet the truck remains perfectly still.

“We are stuck,” I mutter.

“Shit!” Maggie curses.

“What do you mean we are fucking stuck!” Alina cries out as if she’s possessed.

“Don’t worry, Maggie. We will get the truck out. When I say push on the gas, I’ll try to push from behind,” I instruct as I jump out of the truck.

“You won’t be able to push the truck yourself,” Maggie points out.

I pause, thinking it over. “You may have a point.” I turn and wave Josie down, warning them to stop and to get them to help us push the truck out. I notice Josie’s frown as they come to a stop. As I walk over to them, my heeled boots sink into the muddy ground.

Josie lowers her window. “Are you stuck?” she asks.

“What would make you say that? Maybe I just fancied a walk in the mud in my designer heeled boots,” I state sarcastically. “Or was it the back tyre being sunken in the mud that gave you the clue?” I add.

Josie rolls her eyes. “Alright, no need to be a sarky bitch about it.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry, but Alina is screaming in the back like a banshee. Now the truck is stuck, and we can’t even get in your truck because you won’t be able to get out of here. We are fucked,” I groan.

“What if I rammed into the back of the truck? Do you think that would work?” Josie suggests.

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