The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  “Outside the city. Some waterfall.”

  Waterfall outside the city?

  I let go of the guy, and he runs away.

  I’m smiling. It’s a smile big enough to make one think I’ve just won the lotto. Or close enough, in this case.

  I know exactly where they are.

  I actually have some exceptionally fond memories of that waterfall.

  So fond that I can feel a twitch in my cock.

  Not now, mate. Later. Save the girl first.

  Then get laid.

  Chapter 20

  Sammi

  1:52 PM SATURDAY

  I’m trying to be calm, but when you’re held at gunpoint, have a black bag thrown over your head, and stuffed into the back of a truck with no idea where you’re being taken, there’s just no way to be completely calm and composed.

  Not to mention how this is all fucking Lock’s fault. I’m paying for something I’m pretty sure he did.

  If I get out of this, I’m pulling his fucking scrotum up over his head and kicking him down a flight of stairs. How could he let this happen?

  The truck stops, and I can hear people talking, but it’s in Thai.

  A beam of sunlight hits my face through the hood over me as I hear the back door slide open.

  I’m also hit with that familiar, nauseating humidity.

  As much as being kidnapped sucks, the one perk was escaping from the overwhelming Bangkok heat. But I can kiss that goodbye as I’m getting pulled from the back of the truck by small, rough hands that no doubt belong to the Thai gangsters who have kidnapped us.

  As I’m being marched, I hear the sound of the roaring waterfall. The sound of the water tickles something in the back of my mind.

  I’ve been here before.

  The bag is pulled from my head, and I have to squint my eyes to stop myself from being blinded by the sun’s intense rays.

  As my eyes adjust to the light, everything comes into clarity.

  We’re all lined up in a row, bounded and flanked by a handful of gangsters. Each one is carrying a UZI in their hands.

  How fucking stereotypical can you get as a mobster? They’re each stone-faced, ready for orders to come through for them as needed.

  Before us is this majestic waterfall that’s so eerily familiar, it gives me butterflies.

  It’s a beautiful sight to see. The water is crashing down into a pool of water that looks as clear as a warm bath. It leads up to small sandy shore and—

  Wait a second…are those wedding decorations?

  “What the fuck is going on here?”

  None of the prick gangsters answers me. Of course.

  I look down the line to see that Percy, Becky, Mysti, and Liam all seem to be as confused as I am.

  I was expecting that we were going to drive out to some field in the middle of nowhere or some abandoned shack to be shot in the head.

  Instead, we’re standing before some truly beautiful and romantic scenery. Percy nudges me, and I see the Thai mob boss from before.

  He points at our bounded hands and a couple of his people free us. I rub my wrists and look over the guy.

  He’s dressed in a tuxedo—which does look good—and is looking in my direction with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  Oh, fuck no. Now I get it. He walked in on me and Lock, and I squirted all over his face.

  And now he wants to fucking marry me.

  He doesn’t want me dead. He wants me as his fucking wife.

  “It brings joy to my heart to see you all again.” He sounds more like a used car salesman than a gangster. “And I am so pleased that you can be here today to join in on this most amazing moment.”

  “Look, buddy,” I interject. “You look sharp and all, but we are not getting married. I’m sorry if last night gave you the wrong impression, but we are not happening. Personally, I can assure you—I would make a terrible wife.”

  He looks at me like I just told him that one plus one equals six. He gives his men a look, and they shrug in response.

  “You? Why the fuck would I want to marry you?” he says as he cackles to himself.

  And now I’m thoroughly fucking confused.

  Wait a second. If it’s not me he wants to marry, then…

  “It is her.” He points to Percy.

  All of us are looking at Percy now to see her reaction. And as much as I feel bad for her, I feel a whole lot more relieved that it isn’t me that he wants to marry.

  Mob boss would likely be a better husband than Eggsy, though. So I’ll give him that.

  “Sweetie, I hate to burst your giant bubble, but we’re not getting married, either. Thanks for the offer, but that’s a hard pass from me,” Percy says.

  You know what kind of man doesn’t take rejection well?

  Well, all of them really, but right now the only one I’m worried about is the Thai mob boss who’s looking like Percy just insulted his very existence.

  “Percy, love, what are you doing? Just marry the bloke. We’ll get this sorted out later,” Liam suggests in what he thinks is a subtle whisper of advice that isn’t so subtle at all.

  “Nope. Fuck that. I’m done with this shit. Like, super done. I’m ready to go home,” Percy replies, having none of it.

  Our love-struck captor is ordering his men around in Thai.

  He’s embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off as a result.

  “I’m not having a good day, ladies,” he informs us. “In fact—I didn’t have a very good night, either. My casino was hustled for over a million baht—”

  We all look over at Liam, who looks all too pleased with himself.

  “I was squirted on by a foul-mouthed slut—”

  At least I have the dignity to blush.

  “And someone kidnapped my best joint-rolling monkey—so I’m not in the mood to be told no right now.”

  I’m fairly certain that I know what’s coming next. The armed Thai gansters put us all down on our knees.

  For the second time today, I feel the barrel of a gun against the back of my head.

  I’m fighting back tears right now. This is some incredibly heavy shit. I’m about to die. For real. And there’s nothing I can do to about it.

  And it’s all because of Lock. And Liam. And okay, maybe a little bit because of me.

  And well, fuck, because of Percy, too!

  “One last chance, my lovely pink cherry blossom,” the gross man persists, growling. “Marry me.”

  “There is no way she’s going to say yes, hon,” Mysti pipes up. “Y’see, I’m officially cursed, which means there’s no way out of this. So I’m afraid you’re just going to have to kill us, and I’d prefer if you got along with it.”

  Oh, for the love of god, Mysti. This is not the fucking time.

  “Yeah,” Percy agrees. “I’d literally rather die.”

  “Percy!” I yell. “Seriously? You’re going to let us all die over this? Have you ever heard of a divorce?”

  The rejected mobster is yelling out orders to his men.

  My life is now flashing before my very eyes.

  I’m so zoned out right now that I don’t even notice the sharp whistling noise before the loud BANG!

  I hear the loudest, shrillest, bitch-like scream I have ever heard in my life. I’m sure it’s Mysti.

  Except I look down the line to see that it was Liam.

  “What? I was bloody frightened, alright?” he shouts to defend himself.

  Wait a second. We aren’t dead.

  We hear another BANG!

  The mob boss and goons are looking up into the sky. I follow their gaze and see another firework explode.

  Now I’m even more confused.

  Why the fuck are their fireworks going off in the middle of the day? Did the Thai mobster set them on a timer to go off when he and Percy got married?

  Another fireworks explodes in this really pretty green and purple.

  “That’s really pretty,” Percy comments. We all continue to watch i
n shock and delight, lackeys included.

  The roaring sound of a motorcycle approaching makes me whip my head around, and I’m relieved beyond explanation at the sight.

  It’s Lock. Riding in like some damn action hero.

  I don’t know where or how he got the motorcycle. And I don’t know how he even knew we were here.

  Honestly, I’m just happy that he’s here.

  He slams the tail end of the motorcycle into one of the mobster’s lackeys and hops off. I feel his strong arms around me, and he puts me over his shoulder.

  Liam and the others get up to their feet and knock over some of the mobsters. They’re heading for the truck.

  “Hang on, Sammi.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I wrap my arms around him, and I hold on as if my life depended on it. Because—let’s face it—it does depend on it.

  “How the fuck did you find us? And why are you dressed like ladyboy pimp?”

  “Long story. I’ll brief you when we’re not being shot at.”

  I’ve never been shot at before in my life. Never. Closest to a gun that I’ve handled has been a harpoon.

  It is not as cool as it looks in movies. It is incredibly scary, and I do not recommend it to anyone.

  The gunfire is getting distant now. I can finally begin to breathe again. I dare to look behind us, and I see the truck moving not far behind.

  I can see Liam behind the wheel, too.

  Oh, thank fuck they’re okay.

  “You fucking asshole.” I punch Lock in the thigh. I like to think that it hurt, but he doesn’t even flinch or acknowledge that I just hit him. “This is all your fucking fault.”

  “Can we discuss fault later, Sams? Now is not the time.”

  But my brain doesn’t care. Why should it?

  It’s not like I’m still in some sort of mortal danger or fleeing for my life from the fucking Thai mob or anything.

  Chapter 21

  Sammi

  11:04 PM FRIDAY

  Lock is naked and standing waist-deep in the water. Behind him is a haze of mist from the waterfall crashing into the pool of water. His body is gleaming in the moonlight from a mix of sweat and water.

  He looks like a literal piece of fucking art.

  His body looks sculpted from marble. His eyes look as though they were made from sapphires. His hair is that tinge of rustic gold you see on the horizon as the sun begins to rise. He’s like the Greek god Apollo descending from Olympus.

  That’s not what pulls me in, though.

  It’s the way he looks at me.

  The lust. The desire. The want.

  It’s real. It’s tangible.

  One look sends my body into a whirlwind. And my cunt into a waterfall.

  As I stare him up and down, I can’t help but smirk, knowing I’m going to suck every last drop from his cock that I can.

  I shimmy out of my red dress. I pull the straps down sensually and shake my hips provocatively, just so I can see him squirm.

  From just under the water, I can see his cock bouncing in delight.

  My dress drops to my feet on the little sandy shore atop my heels, already sunken into the sand.

  Naked and ready, I slowly wade into the water.

  The cool wetness feels amazing on my skin—a most welcome break from the nauseating humidity that looms over this country.

  “I told you it was a nice night for a swim,” Lock says in his cockiest voice. My eyes don’t deviate from his. Nor his from mine.

  “It is. But I don’t want to swim, Lock,” I hint as I walk right into his arms.

  His cock is stiff and rigid like granite.

  It slides up against my stomach. The feeling of it pulsating against my skin gives me goosebumps.

  I slip my hand down between us, my fingers wrapping around his massive member makes it throb more.

  As I bring my mouth to his, kissing him hard and passionately, I claim his as my own, stroking firmly while we make out.

  Without a word, I let him know that I own all of him.

  “Someone is feeling mighty frisky,” he comments. His arms slowly move around my waist. “Didn’t get enough back at the den?”

  “You know I didn’t.”

  It’s true. We had only just gotten started when we had to leave. I’m not even remotely close to being sated.

  “If you think I was going to be done with you so easily, then you’re marrying the wrong woman, Mr. Williams,” I tease him with another firm stroke of his cock.

  “On the contrary. I think I’m marrying the only woman I could ever want to marry, future Mrs. Williams.”

  Fuck, that sounds nice.

  Mrs. Sammi Williams. It just rolls off the tongue.

  The best part of this whole moment is that it’s just him and I.

  No Percy. No Mysti May and her ladyboy. No Becky or Liam, either.

  After the show back at that underground gambling den, they all decided it was best to lay low. Things did get pretty intense back there.

  So now it’s just Lock and me. No distractions and no unwelcome guests to ruin the moment.

  I get to do every dirty, raunchy thing that I can think of, or that I’ve been dying to do all night.

  I’m feeling adventurous.

  I’m feeling the alcohol.

  Most of all, I’m feeling incredibly fucking naughty.

  “Lock,” I whisper into his ear, standing on the tips of my toes. “I want to suck your cock dry. I want to taste and claim every last drop of you.”

  A trickle of precum swells from the tip of his cock and drops onto my hand.

  I’m licking my lips already in anticipation of feeling him throb against the back of my throat. My grip on his cock is tightening while I’m pulling him close to shore.

  We’re out a bit too deep for what I want to do. I lure him closer and closer to the water’s edge.

  I drop to my knees.

  His cock is stiff before me and pointing perfectly at my mouth.

  Little droplets fall from his perfectly thick cock into the pool. Some of it water, and some of it definitely precum.

  I’m not about to see another drop wasted.

  Promptly, I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. My hands reach up from the water and wrap around the base of his shaft. I squeeze tightly, sliding my hands toward my lips so that I can milk every last lingering drop.

  My head pulls back and a loud Pop! noise sounds when his dick is freed from my lips. I look up at him, smiling and biting my lip as his hand strokes through my hair.

  “I want you to fuck my face, Lock. No holds barred. Fuck it good and hard.”

  My words catch him off guard.

  How about that? I’ve left Lachlan fucking Williams speechless.

  His lips part like he’s going to speak, but I’m tired of waiting.

  My inner slut is yelling at me to swallow his cock.

  And I’m about to. I’m ready to force him so far down my throat I can’t breathe.

  But he stops me, pulling me up from my knees.

  “Let’s try something different, Sams.”

  Different? What’s with him right now?

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask, puzzled.

  I’m so fucking horny. I trying to grab his cock again, but he takes my hands in his and stops me.

  The fucker is teasing me. Hard.

  The raunchy, slutty voice in the back of my mind is yelling at me right now, and my pussy is throbbing for his cock. I’m so horny, I’m fucking squirming.

  My mind is going a million miles a minute, but when he lifts me up into his arms and kisses me, I’m swept away, and my mind is a blank slate.

  He’s pulling me deeper into the water again. Taking control.

  It’s not until I feel the waterfall come crashing down against us that I realize just how far we’ve moved.

  I feel my ass touch against a cool, wet rock and his hands against the side of my face.

  He pulls his lips
slowly from mine. I want more.

  I lean forward to keep kissing his addictive lips, but his hands stop me.

  “Let’s just really enjoy this moment, Sammi. Look at where we are.” The tone of his voices carries this great softness. Even his touch—though firm—is still tender. “It’s just you and me in this amazing country underneath a waterfall. This is all ours right now.”

  The way he looks at me right now is beyond simple lust and desire.

  That’s true love in his eyes.

  This man is fucking perfect.

  I nod and take in the beautiful sights around us as he begins to lower himself down between my thighs.

  He pulls one leg up over his shoulder, and both of his hands rest upon my legs.

  The familiar feeling of his lips against my clit make my stomach clench.

  He’s so fucking good with his tongue. I grit my teeth and scrape my nails into the rocks I’m leaned against while he takes me with his mouth.

  I reach down with one hand to his head. His silky, wet hair glides between my fingers as easily as his tongue glides over my wet cunt.

  It’s intense—it’s always intense—but there’s tenderness this time around that adds a new layer to the dynamic between us.

  My tongue slides out over my lips, and I lean my head back against the rocks behind me.

  Through the falling water, I see the stars sparkling in the cloudless sky above.

  “Lock?”

  He hums against me in response, offering a slight vibration to the mix.

  “Thank you for bringing me here. For showing me all of this.”

  I feel the pressure from his lips on my clit give way, and he stands before me.

  “I will bring you here every day for the rest of eternity, if you so wish it.”

  And part of me fucking does want it. I love it. And—unlike scrambled Eggsy—I know that Lock will only ever want me. I know that I will always feel wanted and loved.

  And who doesn’t want that?

  Chapter 22

  Lock

  11:24 PM FRIDAY

  The water is cascading over my shoulder as I look down at Sammi. She’s naked as the day she was born, dripping wet—in more ways than one—and she’s the absolute picture of perfection. Her long brown locks cling to her tits, and her deep pink nipples stand out, inviting me to take a bite.