“Want to get some air, for real,” Cason says. “Jules and Rider are leaving, and it looks like everything is settling down.”
“Fresh air, yes, please,” I say and he puts his hand on my back to lead me out to the strip. The heat of his palm seeps under my dress and curls around me. I shiver.
“You cold?” he asks.
“Hot,” I say.
“Yeah, you are,” he says and nibbles his bottom lip.
“I think we might have had too much tequila.”
“It’s possible,” he says with a laugh.
Cheers break out down the block and I snatch his hand. “Let’s go see what’s going on.”
We practically skip down the strip, dodging pedestrians. Our feet come to an abrupt halt when we spot Elvis. “What’s going on?”
A girl leans into me, and says, “Impromptu marriages. I don’t think they’re real though. Just for fun.” She looks at my flowers. “Is that a bridal bouquet?”
“Yup.”
She lifts her hand. “Over here,” she says, getting Elvis’s attention.
“I do have the honeymoon suite,” I say to Cason.
He arches a brow, and he’s so damn hot, I could melt at his feet. “Think we should put it to use?”
7
Cason
I roll over and peel my tongue from the roof of my mouth. Jesus, how many shots did I have last night anyway? Kinsley moans in protest as the bed dips and I climb from the sheets, tuck her in and make my way to the bathroom.
I take one look at my sorry self in the mirror and if I had pants on, I’d have jumped straight out of them. I wonder if Kins got the license plate of the truck that ran me over. Probably dinged her, too. We both work super hard at our jobs, and I haven’t really drank in a long time—neither of us has. I guess we both made up for that last night.
Brain still foggy, I brush my teeth, rinse with mouthwash, and climb into the shower. The hot water is glorious against my aching body and deep between my legs my cock twitches, a reminder of all the sex Kinsley and I had last night after getting…married?
Wait, what?
Right, right, we went through with that fake ceremony as a joke. I reach for the shampoo and that’s when I notice my college ring is missing from my finger. Shit, did I lose it? I pour a generous amount of shampoo into my palm and soap up. As I wrack my brain to retrace my steps from last night, the fog finally clears and I grin. I gave Kinsley the ring last night. Put it on her finger during the ceremony. It was kind of big for her, so I hope it hasn’t slipped off.
A noise behind me gains my attention, and I turn to see Kinsley brushing her teeth. My dick instantly hardens, despite the sex-a-thon last night.
“Want to join me?” I ask.
“Yeah, right after I take something for this headache.” She reaches into her cosmetic bag, pulls out some pills, and swallows them. “You?” she asks.
“No, I’m good. The shower helps.”
She comes toward me, reaches her hand up to her face, and goes perfectly still when she finds my ring on her index finger. “Wait, why do I have this?” she asks. I give her a minute and she smiles. “Oh, right.” She steps into the shower. “Move over fake husband,” she sa
ys. “You’re hogging all the hot water.”
“Nagging wife already.” I chuckle softly, not wanting to jolt her headache. “I thought the honeymoon stage would be longer.”
“It’s your fault I feel like someone drove over me with my food truck.”
I tug her to me. “Poor baby. I bet I can make you forget all about that headache.”