My entire body is quaking as I nod, quickly slide on a condom and fall back over her. I kiss her deeply, my cock at her opening, but I want her differently this time. I want her to ride me.
I stand up, and take her with me. Her eyes are a bit confused, until I sit on the edge of the bed, with her on my lap.
“Oh, yes,” she says.
I let her shimmy back a bit so she can rest her knees on the bed, and I lift her over my cock, which is poised and aimed as I bring her back down onto it. A gasp catches in her throat as I fill her completely, and lean in to lick her hard nipples as she rotates her hips and stimulates her core with every inch of my dick.
“So damn good,” she murmurs, and I grab her hips to take control of the movement. I move her on my cock, lift her up and down and gyrate her body until I’m a fucking goner.
“Kins,” I murmur and she bends forward to find my mouth. I piston into her faster. Hard blunt strokes that bring on her second orgasm. Her mouth opens, her eyes latched on mine, and we just stare at each other, open and honest as we give in to the pleasure tearing through our bodies.
“Fuck,” I say as I climax high inside of her, for the first time in my life wishing there was no condom so I could feel skin on skin as her hot juices poured from her body.
Her breasts press against me as she puts her arms around my body to hold on tight. I pant and gasp and struggle for air with each spurt, and once I’m depleted and she stops clenching, I put my head on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her to me.
We stay like that for a long time, neither speaking, lost in our own thoughts as we regulate our breathing.
“We’ll never be able to hide this from the others,” she says, and I inch back to see the sated smile on her mouth.
“One look at us and they’ll know we’ve been fucking all night.”
“Yeah, then they’ll all make a big deal out of it, when it’s not a big deal at all,” she says with a laugh.
Her words shouldn’t sting, they shouldn’t feel like a punch to the gut, but somehow they do. Wanting to keep things light, she obviously does, too, I move my hips, my near flaccid cock still inside her and say, “Well there was something big.”
She laughs hard, like my joke has taken the weight of the world off her shoulder. “Okay, big. I’ll give you that,” she says and makes a move to climb off me. I grip her hips to help her, and she makes a trip to the bathroom as I dispose of the condom. My stomach takes that moment to growl. I tug on my boxer shorts, and reach for the phone to order us in some food.
She comes back into the room, her body warm and flush, and so inviting. Her purse catches her eyes, and she bends, presenting me with her ass. That’s not a smart move on her part, unless she wants me to ravish her like that.
“What’s this?” she says.
As I hit the button for room service, she pulls a sheet of paper from her purse and opens it. Her face pales slightly as she reads it and her eyes are as big as saucers when they meet mine. What the hell is on that paper that has her so spooked?
“Um, Cason. I think we have a problem. A big one.”
8
Kinsley
“What are you talking about?” he asks and I hand over the paper with shaky fingers.
“We, ah, kind of did a thing.” A big thing. A horrible thing. A thing that we need to undo before anyone finds out. God, I was the one who suggested we put the honeymoon suite to good use, and this is the last thing he wants. Is he going to hate me? Will this come between our friendship?
He reads the marriage license, and while a part of me is praying it’s not true, that it’s just part of the ruse last night, there is another part that knows it’s absolutely real. I might not be a lawyer, but I do know a legally binding contract when I see one—sober.
“No fucking way,” he says and grips his hair and tugs. “This isn’t real…” His eyes lift, lock on mine. “Is it?”
“I actually think it is,” I say, and twist my fingers together, the knot in my stomach so tight, I can hardly breathe. “I’m so sorry.”
“Holy fuck, Kins,” he says with a snort. “People really do go wild in Vegas.”
As my mind goes back to last night to piece things together, I realize I’m still naked. Feeling exposed in far too many ways, I grab a robe from the bathroom, slide it over my shoulders and sink down on the edge of the bed where Cason is still reading the paper. Maybe he thinks if he stares at it long enough, the words will change or it’ll spontaneously combust. I don’t have that kind of luck.
“It has our signatures,” he says. “I didn’t know your middle name was Elizabeth.”
“Ohmigod, is that what you’re taking from this?” I ask, my voice bordering on hysteria.
He frowns like he’s in deep thought. “Wait, are you going to take Callaghan for your last name or keep Palmer? Or maybe you want to hyphenate. Although Kinsley Elizabeth Palmer Callaghan really is a mouthful.”