His dick responded, big time. Fuck me? Certainly. “Yes, well- that doesn’t matter. We’re here now.”
“It doesn’t matter?” June sputtered. “Of course, it matters. We were both so hammered neither of us remembers actually getting married. That means something. I can’t believe that wherever we went they actually performed the ceremony.”
“I can. When I’m drunk, it would take quite a lot to know it.”
“I…” June’s mouth opened and closed like a fish blubbing for water. “I guess I kind of do too. My best friends always say the only way they can tell when I’m blacked out- and it never, ever happens because I usually have a limit and some self-control- is to look at my eyes.” She wrung her hands together and jumped off the bed. Plates nearly flew all over the place. One with eggs and ham barely missed flipping off the edge of the bed. It rocked and luckily for the cleaning staff and his incidentals charges, it stayed put. “Oh god. No. Did whoever married us think we were actually two consenting adults?”
“Well- we are two consenting adults. We had ID. We were of age. All that. If you take being blacked out from the equation, it is Vegas. People hitch up all the time here.”
“I- oh god this is such a mess.” June’s hand flew to her stomach like she was going to be sick. He stood slowly and closed in. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even pull away when he set a hand on her arm. The fire of her skin burned all the way up his arm and flooded his body. He felt like he’d just doused himself in gas and ran straight for the match. Ka-boom. He was combusting on the spot.
God, I wish I could remember last night. I wish I remembered what she looked like naked. What she tasted like. What her pussy was like when I was inside of her.
Okay, that definitely did not help his cause. He kept his epic erection away from June. She stared up at him, eyes wide.
“I’ll tell you what. We clearly got married for a reason. I’ll tell you mine. Honestly, my parents want me to settle down. I’ve pretty much given up on finding love. They want me to get a wife so they can have grandkids. Of course, they would have preferred love to be involved, but I wouldn’t rule that out with time.”
“You’re ridiculous.” June’s eyes narrowed, but there was no heat behind her words.
“You didn’t let me finish.” He closed his eyes and saw himself kicking his own ass for his pathetic show of vulnerability that Jane either didn’t recognize or didn’t give a shit about. “I- it could be fun. So what if we didn’t meet conventionally? So what if we skipped the whole boring dating shit? It’s pretentious and over rated. Maybe more people just need to cut to the chase already. It saves us a lot of time and money, fights and bullshit. We’ve already decided we can sleep together. That we work in that regard.”
June tore her arm away from him and stared at him like she wanted to rip his hand off for touching her and slap him across the face with it. God, that image should not turn me on. What the hell is going on with me?
“What are you talking about? Neither of us remember that.”
“I saw two condoms in the garbage in the bathroom.”
“Two?” June let out a long exhale. “Uh- well thank god we used condoms. I mean, I’m on the pill, but still… nutting in someone isn’t something anyone should be doing without knowing a person first.”
“I’m sorry- did you just say nutting?”
June’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. It was like a whole-body blush. She let out a low chuckle and he couldn’t help but follow along. Pretty soon they were both laughing. He had to swipe at his eyes to clear the moisture there.
“I’m sorry. I grew up with two older brothers. All my friends growing up were guys. I didn’t have good girlfriends until college. Sometimes I can be a little bit crass.”
“Perfect. See? You’re perfect already. I want my wife to not give a shit about being proper. I want her to be feisty, to be the kind of girl who uses my toothbrush and my deodorant and who fearlessly unzips my luggage and helps herself to clothes.”
One brow lifted, but luckily, so did the corner of her mouth. She was so pretty like that, looking like she didn’t know whether she wanted to kick him in the crotch or wrap her arms around his neck and give the whole physical thing a shot they’d actually remember. Yeah right. I wish. Her eyes swept over him.
“You don’t have anything you’re hiding from me, do you? Like- like why you had to pretty much trick me into a marriage in the most unconventional way?”