No Treble Allowed: A Straight Wicked Novel

by Kristine Allen

  Wandering down the road, I was enthralled with the activity, the people, and the sights. The alcohol was still coursing through my veins, and I bubbled with laughter.

  “This is so… beautiful!” I gushed as I stumbled slightly. Catching me against his strong body, Logan laughed as I stared up into his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

  And like that, everything around us disappeared.

  “Better Than Me”—Hinder

  Long blonde curls floated around her as the wind gusted, and it sent my blood racing. It was more than that though. It was everything about her.

  The way the neon sign of the chapel behind us made her ocean eyes glisten; the way her full lips curved with her laughter. The happiness that radiated from her. All of it was my new addiction.

  Except this addiction was one that made me greedy. I didn’t want to share her. I didn’t want to risk someone else being there for her when I wasn’t. I wanted her to be mine in every way, and the small box in my pocket had been burning a hole in it all day.

  The damn girly drinks she’d insisted on us having were nothing compared to what I normally drank. But after rehab, I’d seriously cut back, so they hit me harder than they should’ve. That was part of the excuse I used for drawing her to where we stood.

  Chancing a quick look over my shoulder, I returned my gaze to her and took a deep breath. “Stella…, marry me.”

  Her eyes widened momentarily before she giggled. “You shouldn’t joke about things like that just because we’re in Vegas.”

  “I’m not joking. You started out as my friend, but you’re so much more than that now. You make me see worth in myself that I never believed was there. I want you as my wife. I want to have all of those firsts on your bucket list with you. It’s your face I want to see every morning that I’m lucky enough to open my eyes. Stella…, I love you. Marry me.” After I’d spewed all the words out, she stared at me, shell-shocked, and my chest caved as I realized I must have read everything wrong.

  “Say something. Please. Tell me yes, tell me no, tell me to fuck off. Something.” Worry built within me.

  “I’m… I’m still trying to decide if I’m awake and hearing you right.” Blinking rapidly, she stepped closer. “Pinch me.”

  “What?” Humor mixed with confusion.

  “Pinch me. Right now.” She held out her arm.

  Laughing, I reached out and gave her forearm a sharp pinch before wrapping it around my waist. “Ouch!” She gave a little frown and pouted out her bottom lip.

  “You told me to pinch you.”

  “True. I wanted to make sure I was awake.”

  “So what do you say?” Heart lodged in my throat, I waited for her answer.

  “Yes. I say yes.”

  Elation blew through me with gale force.

  “Shit. Let me do this right.” With the alcohol muddling my brain, I had fucked my whole plan up. I dropped to one knee and fished the box out of my pocket. Shaking hands flipped open the lid, withdrew the sparkling diamond from its velvet bed, and tossed the Tiffany blue box to the side.

  “Stella Blanche Isaksen, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Proud of myself, I only wobbled once. I think.

  “Yes!” she yelled with ocean eyes so deep I was drowning in them. I slid that ring on her finger before she could change her mind, jumped up, and pulled her toward the doors.

  As we reached the front of the building, I paused. I knew I was feeling the alcohol, and I wanted to make sure she wasn’t drunk answering me.

  “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Dipping my head to look in her eyes, I tried to see if she was truly in.

  Because I knew I’d never wanted anything more in my whole life. Not only was this crazy girl my best friend, she’d become the only one I fantasized about. She’d gone from being simply my best friend to someone who made my heart gallop when I heard her voice.

  And the one woman I couldn’t think about without getting a fucking hard-on.

  But that was also part of the problem—she was my best friend and I was terrified of losing that if this all went south. More than breathing, I wanted her to say yes, but I wouldn’t push her.

  “Logan, I know it’s crazy. I know people are going to flip, but yeah. I’m sure. I’ve loved you since I was seventeen years old.” Big blue eyes shimmered in the neon light of the Mon Bel Ami Wedding Chapel.

  Her admission knocked me on my ass. Of course, we’d talked about her thinking I was cute back then, but she never told me she’d loved me this whole time.

  “Holy shit. Baby…, why didn’t you…? Never mind. Omnia causa fiunt.”

  She looked at me in question.

  “Everything happens for a reason. Sorry. I saw it somewhere once and it stuck in my head.” A soft smile was her reply.

  Sliding one hand down to her hips, I pulled her close, and my lips crashed to hers as I tangled the other in her hair. Electric charges like mini-lightning bolts shot through my system when our lips met.

  It was no princess movie kiss, it was an I’m-going-to-devour-you kiss. Every soft little moan that she uttered jolted me and went straight to my dick. It scrambled my brain, and I could barely think clearly enough to keep from lifting her skirt, wrapping her legs around my hips, and taking her right there in front of God and everyone.

  And trust me, there were a lot of “everyones,” because hell, we were in Vegas. No one ever sleeps in Vegas.

  Thankfully, reality settled in about the time I ran out of breath. Breaking away from her, I rested my chin on the top of her head.

  Both of us were gasping for air by then.

  “Pretty sure that is supposed to be the last part of all this, not first.” The breathless words made me chuckle, then kiss her forehead. Unraveling her hair from my fingers, I tipped her chin up to look in her crystalline eyes.

  “God, you’re ravishing.” Nudging her nose with mine, I brushed my mouth against hers one last time in a feather-light kiss.

  “And you are the sexiest man I know.”

  “Come on. Let’s get married then, because I can’t wait to fuck my wife.” The widening of her pupils and the rasp of her inhale told me I’d shocked her. Except, if the fact that her nipple rings suddenly became glaringly obvious was any indication, we were definitely on the same page.

  Tugging her hand, I dragged her into the chapel.

  Her laughter was like a siren song to my heart as she jogged behind me. So much so that I had to fight stopping to steal one more taste of her.

  The elderly woman at the front desk looked up from her dog-eared romance novel and smiled. “Can I help you two with something?”

  Glancing at the gorgeous woman next to me, I noted her teeth tugging on the corner of her bottom lip. Doubt, that insidious bastard, crept across her face.

  Leaning toward me, she whispered in my ear, “Everyone is going to be pissed.”

  “Frankly, I don’t care. This isn’t about them. This isn’t their life. This is us. You. Me. That’s all that matters in the whole damn world. Does this feel right to you?” Cheeks flushed, she looked to the ground.

  Bright blue orbs sucked me in as she raised her gaze. “Yeah. Like, so right that if I didn’t have you in my life, the world might actually end.”

  “Then fuck anyone who doesn’t like it and can’t be happy for us.” Looking the older woman in the eye, I spoke clearly. “Yes, I need to make this woman my wife.”

  “Well, it’s best if you have an appointment. There are two couples already waiting,” she nodded toward two couples seated off to the side of the desk, “but if you want to put your name down after theirs, we should be able to get you in.” I didn’t want to fucking wait, but I’d wait for her forever if I had to. The problem was, I was afraid if she had too much time to think about it, she would find a reason to put it off.

  “It’s okay. We can wait,” she agreed before I could offer any input. Exactly the words I didn’t want to hear
.

  “Yes. We’ll wait right here.” I wasn’t risking us leaving and her changing her mind. The woman at the counter got all of our information as I schemed in my head.

  Thankfully, Stella played right into my hands by announcing to me she had to go to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to the two couples.

  “I’ll make it worth your while if you let me and my girl go first.” The first guy laughed at me, but the second guy narrowed his eyes.

  “You’re Logan MacKenzie,” he said.

  The other guy looked confused. “Who the hell is Logan MacKenzie?”

  Confused-guy’s girl’s eyes bugged out. “Oh my God, he is!”

  The other girl covered her mouth as her eyes widened. Behind her hand, she squealed. For a moment, I thought my drunken scheming might have backfired.

  “You from around here?” All of them shook their heads.

  “Iowa.”

  “New York.”

  Confused-guy’s girl swallowed hard. “He’s from New York, I’m from North Dakota. We met here last night.”

  Christ. Using every ounce of control I possessed, I held my tongue.

  “What if I got you all VIP tickets to one of our concerts close to your home and I throw in a hundred bucks as a wedding gift?”

  “A hundred bucks each?” Iowa guy asked.

  “Will that get us in first?” Folding my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow. I wanted an agreement before I concurred.

  “Do we get to be guests at your wedding?” Iowa guy was a shrewd negotiator.

  “Yes. Under one condition….”

  “Okay?” Iowa guy prompted.

  “You can’t post anything until next week. I’m serious. I’ll sue the fuck out of every one of you if you do, because I’ll know where the pictures came from.”

  “Hell yeah!” everyone but Confused-guy answered.

  Instead he looked to his bride-to-be and asked, “For the second time… who the hell is Logan MacKenzie?”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “He’s my fiancé.” Everyone turned to where my bride-to-be had returned to the room.

  “And the bass player for Straight Wicked.” Confused-guy’s fiancée gushed, earning a narrow-eyed glare from Stella.

  “And I’m about to be your husband, if we can get this show on the road.” Not leaving her time to back out and impatient as fuck, I took her hand and we all trooped over to the desk to explain the change of plans.

  Once everything was straight, we went to the outdoor chapel because Stella insisted she wanted to be married under the stars. Who was I to argue with the woman who was soon to be my wife on our wedding night?

  By the time we were set and Train’s “Marry Me” was drifting from the speakers, I was sober as a judge. When the vision at the end of the short aisle appeared and began to move toward me, I almost fell to my knees.

  Golden curls cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Blue, blue eyes glittered as the fairy lights twinkled in the night around her. The soft ivory dress I’d wanted to tear off her all day hugged every sexy curve and flared above her knees.

  It was like my own personal angel was coming down the aisle. I didn’t deserve her. I knew that with every fiber of my being. But I was a greedy fucker and I wanted to steal her innocence.

  I wanted to consume her.

  Ravage her.

  Own her.

  Not like a possession, but her soul… I wanted it to be mine. Because I was hoping that all of the goodness within her might save me from myself.

  Stopping in front of me, she drew a shaky breath. The officiator’s words became background noise, and I only paid attention when it was time to speak my vows and he told me I could kiss my bride.

  With trembling hands, I framed her face and laid my lips to hers in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. Reverently, I paid homage to her mouth as I poured my love into her.

  At the sound of a clearing throat, I reluctantly broke away.

  “I now present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Logan MacKenzie.”

  Unable to help myself, I stole a final kiss from her as we returned down the little aisle.

  Our “guests” must have taken a thousand photos each, which I figured would net them some serious cash if they wanted to sell them. Tracey would be pissed as hell at me, but I didn’t really care if the entire world knew Stella was mine and I was off the market.

  Toasting each other with the ridiculously expensive champagne the chapel sold us in the limo I’d ordered, I pulled her to straddle my lap.

  “To the most beautiful woman in the world… my wife.” We clinked glasses, and her pretty pink lips quirked.

  “I love the sound of that,” she whispered.

  “That you’re beautiful?” I teased.

  Cheeks blazing, she dipped her head. “Yes. That too. But I was referring to being your wife.”

  “Mmmm. I love the sound of that too.” I’d asked the driver to take us up and down the strip a couple of times so she could look at all the lights and the crazy two a.m. sights. By the time we arrived back at our hotel, two bottles were empty and I wanted nothing more than to enjoy my wife.

  Nothing mattered outside of our little world. As long as I had her, I could conquer the universe.

  My alcohol-muddled mind hadn’t taken into consideration my family’s and our friends’ responses, and I paid for that later.

  “Yours”—Russell Dickerson

  “Come on, Mrs. MacKenzie. Your husband needs you.” Laughing, Logan and I stumbled our drunk asses onto the elevator and promptly fell into each other’s arms.

  His lips crashed to mine and he lifted me until my legs wrapped around his waist. With my back pressed to the wall, he pushed the bulge in his pants into me, and I groaned into his mouth.

  Nothing compared to the rush I received when his hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress out of the way. There wasn’t enough contact; I couldn’t get close enough. My hands ran up his back, scoring him through his shirt with my nails before tangling in his hair.

  He broke away and attacked my throat and shoulders. I had no doubt, if my dress didn’t cover it so well, he’d have had his face in my chest too. Every lick, every bite, every kiss drove my nerves over the edge until I was crackling with tension and pent-up need.

  The haze of alcohol and desire was heavy in my body, and it evidently caused us to miss our floor. The clearing of a throat had us emerging from the lustful abyss we’d fallen into.

  As one, our heads turned to the couple who had stepped onto the elevator. Slowly, my legs slid to the floor as I wished it could swallow me whole. My eyes stared a hole in the marble below my feet, but Logan only squeezed my hand and chuckled.

  “Sorry. Newlyweds. Guess we got a little carried away.” In my peripheral vision, I saw them both try not to smile. My cheeks burned and I closed my eyes.

  Oh my God. I’d never in my life gotten so carried away.

  When we made it back down to our floor again, the couple held the doors for us. “Congratulations,” the man said.

  “Thank you,” I mumbled, eyes still downcast.

  Their laughter could be heard as the doors slid closed. “Jesus, Logan. That was embarrassing.”

  His answering grin erased all thoughts of my mortification and sent currents of desperation shimmering through me until I wanted to climb him there in the hallway. The darkening of his eyes as his grin faded told me he sensed my need.

  Fingers intertwined, we finished the walk to our door in silence.

  The door clicked and he dropped the card key on the small table by the entry as we passed. Before we lost control again, I moved to the huge windows.

  The view was simply stunning. Neon lights lit up the night outside in a rainbow of vibrant colors. Pressing my palms to the glass, I stared in open-mouthed wonder. “Look at this, Logan! It’s gorgeous!”

  Calloused fingertips trailed up my thighs, and I became aware that he’d moved until he knelt beh
ind me. “Yes, it is.” Except his eyes weren’t looking out the window. They followed the path his fingers took.

  Wadding up the bottom of my dress, he ground out, “Take it off.”

  “We’re in front of the open window.” Scandalized, I hesitated.

  “Even if they could see us up here, no one will know who we are. Take. It. Off.”

  Slowly, unsure of myself, I bit my lip and pulled it up and over my head. When I tried to set it on the chair by us, he grabbed it and tossed it to the side. Then I made a move to face him, but he held my hips firm. “No. Face the window; keep your hands on the glass.”

  Nervous, I did as he instructed. Uncertain of his expectations, I waited.

  “I cannot believe you’re mine.” His low whisper was barely discernible as his hands roamed over my exposed skin. Chills were left in their wake and the intensity of the moment escalated as his lips began to follow. “You feel like silk.”

  Fingers curled around the edges of my panties, and my breath caught. “Do you like these?”

  The fog of desire made it impossible to speak, so I shook my head. Teeth grasped my exposed ass-cheek before his tongue soothed the sting. Before I realized what he was planning, he’d ripped the sides of my thong, allowing it to fall uselessly to the floor.

  Heart pounding, I clawed at the cool glass as I fought to keep my hands where he’d told me.

  He pulled my ass back as he pushed his knees between my feet, spreading my legs. When his face made contact with my wet core, I gasped and pressed my forehead to the glass between my hands. I knew I dripping with lust.

  Stroking and sucking from my clit to my ass, he drove me to the brink of insanity over and over. Trembling from head to toe, I was primed to explode the second his finger entered me. “Fucking Jesus! Logan!”

  My shout seemed to incite him because he lapped and sucked every drop of my release before his mouth moved over the arch of my ass and hip. When he hit my lower back, I shivered at the touch.

  Higher he climbed, but his fingers remained inside me. Teasing, tormenting, and drawing out the pleasure he’d doled out. His whisper in my ear told me he’d stood. “You’re so fucking tight, you’re going to strangle my cock when I slide inside you.”