“Everett. Shit. Oh yes. Don’t stop. Don’t move. Don’t do anything.”
“Come for me, Andrea. That’s it. Squeeze these fingers of mine.”
My head fell back and I moaned out into the room. His name dripped like a prayer chanted in the back of church. My toes curled so tightly my legs locked up, and when my back collapsed to the tub more water fell off to the side. Everett’s lips connected with mine and my heart fluttered in my chest. I loved the taste of him. The taste of the soda and alcohol on his tongue. His hand slid from between my legs and I whimpered at the loss of him.
But I didn’t have to wait for long.
He rolled us around until he was underneath me. His hands undid the bows at my sides and my bikini bottom fell away. My hands made quick work of his shorts, sliding them down his body as his thickened cock came into view. I had to stare at it for a second. It was massive, and I honestly wasn’t sure if it was going to fit. I watched his precum get swallowed up by the bath water as his hands worked my top off. It wasn’t until he massaged my tits and brought them to engorged peaks that my eyes fluttered back up to meet his.
“We can stop if you want,” he said.
“Oh no, we’re not,” I said.
I rose myself up and his hips immediately fell to my hips. He gripped me tightly as I grabbed his cock, then guided his tip into my entrance. The growl that left his lips made my skin shiver, and slowly he sank me down onto his cock. Without work from me and without any movement necessary, his hands guided me down his engorged shaft. I quaked with delight and squirmed around as his cock split me in two. It filled me in ways I never had been. Ways I could never begin to explain. It raked against every sensitive part of me and had me whimpering and moaning before our hips even connected. But once they did, I was lost in him.
His hands guided my movements as our foreheads connected. I’d lost all sense of time as the storm raged outside. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the skyline of Vegas, backdropping our passionate encounter as I rode him in that bathtub. Water washed everywhere. My legs shook with their efforts. His cock pulsed against my walls as his hips rose to meet mine, thrusting into me as we breathed one another’s air.
“Everett. You feel so good.”
“Fuck, Andrea. You’re so tight it’s… it’s…”
His hips began to stutter and I picked up my pace. I wanted him to come. I wanted him to fill me to capacity. His thumb made its way between my pussy folds again and toggled that sensitive nub of mine. I clung to him, my body desperately rutting against his as my pussy pulled him deeper. It vibrated around him. My walls fluttered until they had nothing left to give. I kissed and licked and sucked and bit into his skin, leaving my mark behind as he growled into my ear.
“Come with me.Let me feel you.”
“Just a little more. A little harder. Just… yes. Yes. Everett, yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
I buried my face into the crook of his neck and moaned out his name. My pussy exploded and his cock stilled, pumping threads of cum deep into my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Silver stars burst in my darkened vision. I felt my body growing weak and blooming strong all at the same time. I ground against his thumb. I rubbed my pussy lips against his pelvis. I took in his incredible sounds as my body sank itself into his chiseled strength.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered.
And all I heard was Everett panting for breath in my ear.
I sat there in his lap, his cock still sheathed within my body. He was still rock hard. A feat I wasn’t sure was possible after what we had just experienced. I felt as if I was floating. Euphoria dimmed my conscious mind. I felt something strong fist my ass before my body began to rise, and soon my back fell to a soft surface. I opened my eyes just in time for a flash of lightning to illuminate Everett’s features. His wild blonde hair. His dazzling blue eyes. His strong jawline and his prominent nose. I rose my hand to cup his cheek as he finally pulled his cock from between my legs, making me shiver with every inch he relieved me of.
Then, he grabbed my ankles and turned me over before he lifted my hips to him.
I knew this man would take me in every way possible. And I also knew I would let him.
ELEVEN
Andrea
A bright light startled me awake and I felt something warm next to me. There was something around my waist. Something I couldn't shake. I looked down and saw an arm. A veiny, tanned, massive arm that had me in a practical vice grip. My eyes widened. I froze in my spot.
Was that Everett?
A knock came at the door and I heard Everett groan. Yep. I was in Everett’s bed. I whipped my head around and watched him stir, taking in the disheveled hair around his eyes. His blonde hair glistened in the morning light of Vegas and I took a second to take it all in. I watched his blue eyes flutter open before another knock came at the door. Shit. If any of the brothers saw us, he was done. If Jessica saw me, I was done. Everett’s eyes fell to mine before he furrowed his brow, then he quickly removed his arm.
“Sorry,” he said groggily.
“Breakfast!”
One last knock came at the door and I sighed when it was neither Jessica nor the brothers. Everett gave me one last look before he slipped from bed, then he reached for his boxers on the floor. He looked just as shocked to see me as I was to see him. He kept looking back at me, as if he couldn't process the fact that I was in his bed. I pulled the comforter up over my naked body and tried not to stare too much at his. Oh my God. I slept with Everett Wilder. And judging by the red marks down his back, it hadn’t only happened once. The night slowly came back to me in bits and pieces. The rainstorm. The bathtub.
Oh shit. His hands on my ankles.
My head ached and my mouth felt like dried cotton. My tongue kept sticking to the roof of my mouth. I had to get out of here. I had to get back to my room. Shit, what if Jessica had come looking for me? She’d give me hell for something like this. I’d never live it down with her. What was I thinking? I didn’t sleep with someone I first met. Hell, I hadn’t slept with someone in years! I didn’t know Everett. And he didn’t know me.
“Thank you,” I heard Everett say.
I quickly slipped from bed and went in search of my clothes. But the only clothes I found were my bathing suit, and the bottoms were torn to shreds. I picked up the scraps of fabric and groaned, then tossed it all into the bathroom trash can.
“If you need some clothes, you can have an outfit of mine,” Everett said.
Great. His clothes would swallow me whole, smell like him, and put on blast to anyone who saw me in them that—
“Wait. You have some clothes on the other side of the bed.”
“I do?”
I tried to remember what outfit I had worn other than my bathing suit, but I couldn’t recall anything. Everett stuck his hand into the bathroom, shielding his body from me as an outfit dangled from his hand. I recognized it. I had packed my favorite sundress for the trip. But I didn’t remember wearing it last night.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Whenever you’re hungry, breakfast is ready,” he said.
He sounded so nonchalant. How could he be so calm with something like this?
I reached over and took the clothes from his hands. There was even a bra and a set of panties I didn’t remember wearing. Where the hell had these clothes come from? I mean, I knew where they had come from. Me, obviously. I shook the thought from my head. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had clothes that weren’t his. I slipped into the cotton panties and the bright blue bra, then slipped my sundress over my head. Blue with floral patterns of white and yellow.
I ran my fingers through my hair to try and not look like a feral child before I made my exit.
I saw Everett staring down at the food as he held a silver dome top in his hand. He looked over at me and narrowed his eyes, shock rolling across his features. He kept flickering those beautiful blue eyes my way and it made me worried. I closed the bathroom do
or behind me and made my way over to him, trying not to stare at his shirtless form. He had slipped into a pair of jeans that were practically painted on him, and the shape of his long legs made my heart flutter.
No. Wrong. I had to focus on what was happening. I had to find a way to slip back into my room unnoticed.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked.
“A practical joke, I think,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
He took a step back from the rolling silver cart and nodded his head. What was going on? The smells of food trickled around the room and it made my stomach growl. The cart had chocolate-covered strawberries with a bucket of iced champagne. Not exactly the kind of breakfast I would have ordered, but we were clearly drunk last night. There was an assortment of finger foods for breakfast as well. Miniature Danishes and apple slices. A few slices of buttered toast and some hard-boiled eggs. But it was the card leaning against the plate of strawberries that caught my eye.
A card that made me pray this was all a joke.
“Congratulations on your marriage?” I asked.
I looked over at Everett as his eyes glanced around the room. He was trying to recall last night. Trying to figure out what he could remember. I picked up the card and flipped it over, taking in the heavily-woven cardstock. The cursive writing seemed very formal. Very personal for a moment like this. But there was no way. Someone was playing a practical joke on us.
Shit.
“Jessica knows,” I said.
“What?” Everett asked.
I fluttered my eyes up to his and watched a relief cascade over his features.
“That’s the only explanation for all this,” I said.
“Jessica?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you know this is her. We didn’t…?”
It was like he couldn't say it. At all.
“We couldn't have. I mean, we didn’t leave this room, right? We came up here after the pool, and we didn’t leave,” I said.
“Did you wear that outfit to the pool? I don’t remember seeing you in it?” Everett asked.
I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as my eyes fell back to the letter.
Congratulations on your marriage!
“It has to be. It’s the only explanation. Look, Jessica practically made it her personal mission to get me—”
I peeked over at Everett and felt his gaze heavily on my body. It made me shiver, but not in the best way.
“It doesn’t matter. I know this is Jessica. She’s found out somehow that we slept together, so she’s pulling a fun practical joke at our expense,” I said.
“Is Jessica that type of girl?”
“Her and Lucas had a running pool a couple of days ago as to whether or not we had slept together when we went inside the hotel to get a drink that day.”
“What?” he asked.
“Yep. You can devour your brothers for it later,” I said.
I tossed the card back onto the tray of food. I wasn't hungry any longer. If this was some sick practical joke from Jessica, then she had gone too far. This wasn’t funny. Faking a marriage like she had done wasn’t funny. She knew how I felt about the topic. How I felt about intimacy in general. She would never attempt to convince me that I had married someone.
At least, I didn’t think so. Not until this very moment.
“Well, that’s a relief if it’s true,” Everett said.
“Sorry it’s so gross being married to me?” I asked.
“Not what I meant. Don’t do that.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I just meant that this isn’t how I do things.”
“Trust me, it’s not how I do things either.”
I sighed and closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Look, I should get on back to my room,” I said.
“You don’t want to eat?” he asked.
“With a man who’s practically disgusted at the fact that he could have married me? No, thanks. Plus, I have a best friend to annihilate.”
“I’m not disgusted at the prospect. It’s just—”
I heard him sigh and it made me turn around to look at him.
“I move slow. I do it intentionally for many reasons. This? It’s not slow. Waking up next to you was nowhere near slow. I had a plan on how to do all this, and this wasn’t it.”
“You had a plan to sleep with me?” I asked.
“No. I had a plan to ask you out on a proper date when we all got home. You know, after the drunkard vacation.”
He had plans to ask me out? Officially?
“You know this could be Lucas,” Everett said.
“Is he a prankster?” I asked.
“Let’s put it this way. When my brothers and I found out he had gone to the hospital, we all thought it was an elaborate prank he had come up with.”
I giggled and shook my head.
“Jessica and he sound like two peas in a pod then,” I said.
“Right? I mean, can you imagine the horrors we’re all in for with their betting pools and their pranks?”
“We’re going to kill them, you know that, right?”
The two of us shared a nice little laugh before I sighed.
“There’s a better chance that this was delivered to the wrong room,” I said.
“The card doesn’t specify names. It’s completely plausible.”
“Maybe Jessica and Lucas got married last night?”
“Honestly? I wouldn’t put it past him. Lucas has always been a knee-jerker when it comes to things like that. He moves way too fast and gets too hot too heavily. And his room is to the left of mine.”
“Jessica gets in too quickly as well. Maybe we should go check on them? Make sure they aren’t missing the breakfast they’re looking for?” I asked.
Everett turned his head to the left before the smile slid from his cheeks. He still wasn’t convinced. And honestly? Neither was I. There was a massive chunk of time I was missing, and there was still the question of how I got my clothes in the first place. I remembered enough from last night to know that I didn’t go to the pool with these clothes. Which meant I left Everett’s room at some point in time to get them.
And made my way back.
I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. I could do this. I could remember. I’d never in my life gotten so drunk I had lost time. Then again, I’d never slept with a man I barely knew and woke up in his damn bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and put my head in my hands. I swallowed hard, trying to get my tongue to unstick from every surface of my cheeks. I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes to keep my creeping headache at bay, and soon I felt a presence standing in front of me.
“Here. This will help,” Everett said.
I looked up and saw two white pills and a small glass of water staring back at me. When did he get these? I peered up at him and was instantly drawn into his eyes. His aquamarine orbs sparkled with the morning sun and his lightly-tanned skin looked good enough to feast on for breakfast. I shook the thought from my head and took the contents from his hand.
“I don’t know why I feel as bad as I do,” I said.
“It might be from this,” he said.
I watched him dip down to the floor before he brought up an empty glass bottle of tequila.
“Where did that come from?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But it’s in the room. It was partially under the bed, actually. On my side. I found it while you were groaning and trying to keep your headache at bay.”
“I was groaning?”
“You were doing a lot of things, but groaning was one of them.”
“Am I still drunk?” I asked.
“Probably just tired. Not woken up. Do you usually drink coffee in the morning?”
“I definitely don’t drink champagne, that’s for sure.”
“I can make you a small cup of it. But you should drink another glass of water before you have something as dehydrating a
s caffeine.”
“Good idea. I’ll get me another glass of water.”
I got up from the bed and moved far away from him. Away from his presence and his heat and his musk. I felt my head swirling with want for him again, and that wasn’t good. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I wanted more of him. And I couldn't allow myself that luxury. Not until we figured out what the hell happened last night.
Not until we figured out the note on the tray.
I walked into the bathroom and headed straight for the sink. I turned on the water and looked back at Everett, watching as he picked up the hotel room phone by his side of the bed. I watched him carefully as the glass filled with water. His rippling back muscles pebbled for my viewing pleasure and I quickly lost myself in the way his body moved. The way his shoulders blossomed from a tapered waist. The way his long legs stood strong and the way his wild hair fell around his ears. I was entranced by him. Captivated by every facet of him. But it wasn’t until his voice hit my ears that I panicked. Mostly because he sounded panicked.
“What’s your last name, Andrea?”
I drew in a quick breath before I turned the overflowing water off.
“Faith. Why?” I asked.
I brought the very full cup of water to my lips before something shiny caught my vision. I took a few sips of water so it wouldn't overflow the glass, then traced the source of the reflecting light. I ran my eyes along the glass. Along the top of the water. Along the surface of the mirror. And when I turned to look at my own reflection again, the bright light illuminated something on my finger.
And the glass went crashing from my hand into the sink.
I whipped back around and my eyes locked with Everett. Then, they fell to his own hand. His left hand. The hand my own ring was on. There was a gold band around his finger and I felt my heart seize. I felt my world dim. I felt my mind swirl with the blank space of time I had lost last night.
I grazed my eyes up to his as he stood there, his lips parted in utter shock as he dropped the phone back to its cradle.
It wasn’t a joke.
It wasn’t a prank.
Holy shit, I think I just married Everett Wilder.
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