Page 106 of Wild Love
She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. Neither of us seems to be able to stop. We’re a smiling, giggling, kissing spectacle as we hurry back to the hotel.
“Oh my god, did we just do that for real?” she asks when we get into the room, and she sees herself in the mirror.
“Yep, wifey.” I drop a kiss on her shoulder.
“Husband.” Her fingers work the buttons on my shirt, and she slides it off my shoulders. I hold still as she undresses me at a slow, torturous pace. She runs her fingernails down my stomach and cups my balls. They’re heavy with lust, and my dick leaks as she starts to get on her knees.
“Uh-uh,” I say. “Turn around and place your hands on the window.”
Her eyes spark with desire. She does as I command, and I make her wait, popping the champagne and bringing the bottle with me.
“Open,” I say as I get close. Her perfect red lips part. I take a long drink and then spit it into her mouth. It drips down her face and onto her cleavage.
I push up her dress until the black material bunches at her waist and drop to my knees to place a kiss on her ass while I work down her panties. I cover myself with a condom and stand tall.
“Can I borrow your wedding ring, wifey?”
She giggles and pulls the hair tie off her ring finger.
I place the tie around her wrists, smiling at the red rubber band. “Hands together on the window.”
A fucking hair tie as a wedding band. Yeah, she’s definitely going to need something a little flashier, but it was the perfect solution at the moment and fits us somehow. That little hair tie has seen somethings.
She moans as I push inside of her from behind.
“All mine.” I nip at her neck around the lacy veil, enjoying the feel of its cheap, scratchy material as I pump in and out of her.
It may have been a drunken decision, but it feels like the best one I’ve ever made.
* * *
I wakewith a champagne hangover and a smile on my face. Dakota is wrapped around me, her red hair fanning out on my chest. Her dress never made it all the way off. Neither did her shoes. We were a fucking mess last night.
I grab my phone to check the time and then snap a picture of her long legs tangled up with mine and her hand, complete with new finger accessory, in view on my chest.
She stirs with a cute little groan.
“Wakey, wakey, wifey.” I place a kiss on the crown of her head. “Gotta leave for the airport soon.”
She curls into my chest.
“Oh, my head is pounding.” Her voice is husky with sleep. “What the hell did we do last night?”
“Just the usual.” I slip from bed and grab some Tylenol and water for her as she sits up. “Drank our asses off, almost had a threesome, and then decided to get hitched instead.”
I kiss her and drop both medicine and water on the bed in front of her. Her lips don’t move under mine, and when I stand tall she’s staring at me with a weird expression.
“Did you say got hitched?”
I point at her head, and she runs a hand over the veil as if she can’t believe what she’s feeling. She gasps audibly, rushes to her feet, and goes to the mirror.
“You don’t remember?” I sit on the edge of the bed as I pull my T-shirt over my head.
“I remember drinking Rumple Minze, then dancing, and standing in line at another club…” She trails off, rubbing the lace of the veil as she studies the floor. “I wanted to bring that girl back for a threesome, and then…” She looks at her finger and the red rubber band on it and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh my gosh, Johnny.” She pulls the veil from her hair. “How are you not freaking out.”
I shrug because I don’t know how to answer that. I knew she’d been drinking, but I guess I didn’t realize how drunk she was. I was drunk, but I knew what I was doing. I’d do it all again, too.
