Page 7 of Run Game
Thankfully, Dia has better self-control than I do as she breaks the kiss, her beautiful brown eyes staring into mine as she slowly backs away. But I don’t let her go far, leaning in for another quick peck before grabbing her hand. I never want to let her go.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Elvis says to the empty chairs in the room. “For the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dalton and Dia Davis!” I hesitate to look over at her, assuming that she probably isn’t too happy with him calling her by my last name, but when I catch her eye, she’s looking up at me with something really close to adoration on her face. Either she’s a really good actress, or she’s actually having a good time with me tonight.
I tighten my hold on her hand, and we walk through the door and into the main part of the chapel together. “You good?” I ask. She hasn’t said much other than‘I do’and that little laughing outburst we had back there. I want to make sure that she’s okay.
She blows out a forced exhale and furrows her brows. “I probably shouldn’t be,” she laughs. “But yeah. Actually, I am good.” She almost looks surprised by this revelation. And I have to admit that I kind of am, too. Dia is normally so cold and sarcastic toward me. Tonight, she has been anything but. It could be that she’s just playing the part of the blushing bride, but you won’t hear any complaints from me about that. I’ll take whatever she gives me. And the night is young.
The lady from the front desk walks up to us. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Davis!” she says. “Here is the envelope containing the keys to your honeymoon suite.”
“Honeymoon suite?” Dia asks as she takes the package.
“Oh, yes!” she replies. “It’s all part of the package you purchased. You get a two-night stay at one of the nicest hotels in Vegas. Your suite has everything you’ll need for a weekend of debauchery.” She waggles her brows. “You won’t even have to come up for air until Tuesday.”
Dia’s eyes go wide. I hope she’s thinking about said debauchery right now. I know I am.
“You hear that, Sugar Tits?” I say, grinning down at her. “Two whole days!” I turn back to the lady. “My wife can’t keep her hands off me. She’s obsessed. Sometimes, she does this thing with her finger, where—oof!”
Giving me an elbow to the breadbasket that makes me immediately double over, Dia smiles sweetly at the lady. “You’ll have to excuse myhusband. He’s a bit of an oversharer. We’re working on that. Right, babe?”
I groan, still holding my stomach. “Mmhmm.”
She smiles at us like we’re the cutest couple she’s ever seen. Can’t say I completely disagree. “Well, all the information is in the envelope. I won’t keep you any longer. Just sign your marriage license and you’re on your way!”
We move to the desk, and I grab a pen, scribbling my name by the flag that says‘Groom’. I hand it to Dia, and she hesitates, blowing out a shaky breath before signing on her line. Even though I’m going to try to get her to rethink our initial agreement, I’m not sure why she seems so nervous. We’ve seen this in a million different movies. A couple gets married in Vegas, then annulled the next day when they sober up. Although, neither of us are drunk, thankfully.
As we walk back out the door toward the hotel, reality settles in. I’m fucking married. To Dia Spencer, the girl of my goddamn wettest dreams. I have to show her what it’s like to be my wife. Maybe if I do a good enough job, she’llsecond guess the annulment. I know it’s unlikely, but I have to at least try. This is going to take more than just a few deep backshots. I need to blow her mindandfind a way to get that connection I’m guessing she doesn’t want to give me.
I’m not going to lie. I’ve never done this before, so I have no clue what I’m doing. Normally, this would be the perfect situation. Do the bare minimum to get a woman to want to sleep with me, blow her back out for a night, and send her on her way the next morning with a smile. But I don’t want to send Dia on her way. I want her to stay and agree to be my wife. I want to show her how good I can be to her…how I can treat her the way she deserves. But I have my work cut out for me. I have to figure out a way to undo twenty-two years of being broken down by others so she can see how special she is. And I only have about eight hours to do it.
FOUR
DIA
What thefuckdid I just do?
No. Seriously. Someone tell me, because I literally just walked out of a fucking Vegas wedding chapel asMrs. Dalton Davis.
Dia and Dalton Davis. That’s too much alliteration. It’s not normal. Just like it’s not normal to marry someone you act like you hate, just to get the‘full Vegas experience’. We could’ve gone to Cirque du Soleil or lost a few hundred dollars at a blackjack table. But nope, here we are. Fucking hitched.
I open the envelope and pull out the hotel information as we walk back toward The Strip. Just like the lady at the chapel said, we have a honeymoon suite for two nights. Not that we’ll need both of them. As soon as the courthouse opens in the morning, I’ll be first in line to untether myself from this gorgeous piece of man meat before I go and do something stupid like develop feelings for him. That can absolutely not happen.
I can feel Dalton’s eyes on me as we move through the crowds of people, his hand resting protectively on mylower back each time someone gets too close. The smell of his spicy cologne makes my head spin every time I inhale it. God, I’ve really fucking done it this time. I shouldn’t have agreed to marry him, and I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about letting him rail me so hard I forget my name when we get to the suite, but Ifucking am.It’s been so long since I’ve had an adequate dicking, and I can tell just by looking at him that my temporary husband is downright dangerous between the sheets. The sheer strength behind his playful slap back at the chapel makes me imagine what he’d feel like as he drove into me.
“Is this it?” Dalton asks, looking up at the giant hotel. There’s a beautiful fountain with a musical light show in front of a well-lit valet area full of luxury cars. I can imagine a suite in this place would cost a fortune, but I’m not really surprised that we’ve been comped our stay here since Dalton spent over a hundred grand at the chapel between my ring and the wedding.
I double check the paperwork. “Yep,” I reply. “We don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. If you’d rather go celebrate with the guys, we can go back to the other hotel. I’m sure Mads and Blaze are done playing by now.”
He reaches out for my hand, yanking me into his hard body. I shouldn’t let him, but maybe I’ll just allow it for tonight. Once we get this thing annulled, I’ll go back to pushing him away with witty insults and my cold demeanor. Just like I do with everyone else who tries getting too close. “What I want,” he growls into my ear, “is to celebrate my wedding night inside my wife.”
Fuck.
Am I really going to do this? The wetness between my thighs at his words tells me that, yes, I am, in fact going to have sex with Dalton tonight. The weird part that I wouldabsolutely never admit out loud is that I’m kind of nervous about it. He’s a literal manwhore. He’s been with some of the most beautiful, thin, successful women in the world. My once perfectly toned dancer’s body is now soft and full in some places. I have stretch marks from years of fluctuating weights. What if I don’t match up to what he’s used to? What if I let him down tonight?
But I guess none of that matters since it’ll never happen again. So, fuck it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He grins as he interlocks our fingers before leading me into the massive lobby. Everything is trimmed in gold with intricate designs adorning the light fixtures. My heels click loudly on the shiny marble beneath my feet as we approach the desk.
