Page 47 of Out of Bounds
She looks like she was picked out of a fairytale. I remember picking her up after we kissed and carrying her up some wide steps.
I look around the room again and something comes to me. I think I might know where we are. I’ve never been in the presidential suite here, but I’ve been to the Bellagio before.
“You look like you remember something,” she states.
“Um…I think we’re at the Bellagio.”
“You’re kidding. The actual Bellagio?”
“Yeah, and no there’s no way I’m joking around right now.”
I stand and she joins me.
We both look at the door and I release a haggard sigh. I’m not sure what we’re going to see when I open it. But we have to.
I step forward first and she follows.
I make my way to the door and open it.
We walk out into the living room and what’s in there is exactly what I feared. A mess.
There’s a giant white fluffy teddy bear sitting on the sofa with a popcorn machine next to it and lots of other stuffed animals. Big stuffed animals. I recall Bree saying something about a giant teddy bear and a popcorn machine.
On the coffee table in front of them is a giant muffin that says ‘Just Married’, written in swirling icing and adorned with little pink hearts.
There’s fucking popcorn everywhere, pizza boxes and far too many bottles of alcohol all over the floor. There’s a mixture of wine, vodka, whiskey, and scotch. All the bottles are empty so there’s no fucking wonder we can’t remember shit.
We got wasted. Plastered shitfaced drunk and it’s anyone’s guess how we’re still alive with the amount of alcohol we must have consumed between us.
A look to the left side of the room and I find her wedding dress over in the corner. It looks exactly like it did in my memory.
Her mouth falls open when she sees it then she floats over to it.
“This is my dress?” she gasps. “Oh my God. I wore something like this. Me?”
I can see why she’s surprised. The thing looks like it’s got diamonds splashed over it. I’m sure I’ve seen it before in some magazine Mom was looking through.
God help me I’m trying to focus but when my eyes land on her ass as she turns around, I can’t look away. How the hell am I supposed to look away when I’ve always been obsessed with that ass.
It’s as perfect as I imagined. Smooth and round and just perfect, and my God, of course my next memory has to be her on her hands and knees on the bed as I took her from behind.
The image in my mind makes my mouth water, as does the recollection which cascades down to my cock, and I can barely stop the obvious erection I now have.
I feel like I’m going to pop a vessel when she has to bend down and touch the dress.
It’s beautiful and I get that she must be so fascinated she’s not thinking about being naked. But I’m still a man and the only beautiful thing in this room to me is her. I’m pretty sure I didn’t care for the dress as much as getting her out of it.
“This looks like something Vera Wang would design,” she mutters in a breathy rasp. “I think it could be. Oh my God. This would have cost more than the money I have saved up for my house. I can’t afford this.”
“But I can,” I fill in and she looks at me.
When she looks around the room she straightens and shakes her head.
“These are all things I want.”
It seems like I must have been hell bent on getting her everything she wanted, which explains the stuffed animals.
When I spot our clothes by the side of the sofa relief washes over me. Her purse is here, and my wallet are there too.
