“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” I whisper into her ear as we’re swaying on the dance floor at the hotel restaurant we’re staying at, something Presley has no idea about. When she was in the shower I snuck back into our room and packed a small bag for each of us.
“I don’t think you have,” she winks with a smile. I’ve told her a few times just how gorgeous she is and how much I love her.
“Well, Presley Stevens, let me ask you this. Will you marry me? Carry our children? Be my soul mate for the rest of eternity?” I drop down on one knee, looking up at Presley.
“Yes!” Her arms go up over her head as she shouts, I stand up, and she launches herself into my arms. The cheers around us fade in the background. It’s the two of us together, our lips meeting, fighting for dominance, wanting to take this further, but knowing that will have to wait until later.
“Would you like to see your ring?” I ask when we break apart.
“Oh, whoops. I guess?” She questions back.
“You’re a goof, but you’re my goof. Now and forever, I love you so much, Presley,” I slide the three-carat diamond solitaire ring on her finger.
“I love you, Lincoln with all of my heart and soul,” she looks at the ring, her eyes practically bugging out of her head.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much money you have, this ring is amazing, and I love it with everything I have, simply because you chose it for me, but I just want you to know, your money, it doesn’t make me love you anymore or any less. With or without money, I’ll always love you.”
“Fuck, what you do to me, your words, your soft smiles, and the way you need me as much as I need you,” I respond.
“Good, that’s good. I have probably a stupid crazy idea, but I really want this to be a just us thing. It may seem entirely selfish, and you may hate it,” she rambles on.
“What is it, Presley?”
“How about if we get married tonight, just the two of us?”
“Could you get anymore perfect? Hell yes, let’s go, right now.” My hand reaches the small of her back, I feel her sink into my hand. Fuck yeah, this woman was meant to be mine.
31
Presley
Making it back to the hotel without stripping both myself and Lincoln took everything I had. His hands were tangled in my hair, our mouths fused to one another, tongues tangling together as one on the ride back to our room for the night, something Lincoln surprised me with. Our relationship has been a whirlwind, we say our vows to one another in front of the officiant and the witness. It may seem to be the absolute worst thing to do to our family members, but both Lincoln and I wanted this time just for each other. We finally make it up the elevator and my jaw drops, I figured we’d be in a room, maybe bigger than what I would pick but nothing like this. We’re in the penthouse.
“Holy shit,” I ramble out.
“Baby, I wasn’t going to get us any old room for a night like tonight,” he guides me to the wall of windows, you can see all of Las Vegas from here.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur.
“The only thing beautiful I see right now, is you.” I gasp, Lincoln’s fingers are blazing a path of heat along the length of my spine.
“Lincoln,” I moan, feeling his fingers find the clasp of my dress, at the nape of my neck, with nothing holding it up, it falls with a whoosh at my feet. I’m completely naked besides a pair of nude lace panties and my heels I wore tonight.
“God damn, what you do to me, baby,” I turn around, Lincoln is still dressed in the suit he has on. My hands find his hair, Lincoln’s hands go to my hips as he picks me up, my back against the cool glass causes my nipples to pebble even further.
“Please,” I moan out, not knowing what I want, but the sensation of his clothed body against mine is making me yearn for more.
He holds me up with his thighs and I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he divests himself of his suit jacket, tie, and finally his shirt. His body is lean with muscles, the tattoos on his arms are gleaming, my lips find his nipple. Lincoln’s head is tilted back as he allows me to have my way with him. Something he usually doesn’t allow.
When I feel his hands between our bodies, and the sharp hiss of the zipper I know it won’t be too much longer until he’s deep inside me.
My own hand wraps around his girth, sliding up and down. Feeling his pre-cum coat his length.