One Wild Night

by Vivian Ward

  As he made love to me, he kept whispering into my ear, telling me how good I felt. He kept telling me he loved me and how much he missed me.

  “Tell me you love me, Shay,” he said in my ear. The request caught me off guard. It caught me so off guard, in fact, that I didn’t respond to him. “Tell me you love me,” he said again, this time thrusting into me a little harder. “Tell me, baby. I want to hear it. Tell me you love me.”

  I didn’t know whether or not I should say it. I loved him a lot, but we still had a lot of things to work on. If I said those three little words and decided to break things off, it would crush him. He grabbed my hands and intertwined my fingers with his, pushing them over my head and down onto the bed. I breathed his name into his ear, hoping that would be good enough for the moment.

  “I want you to say it,” Nick said as he plunged deeper and harder into me.

  I knew what he was thinking. He thought that if he fucked me right, I’d say whatever he wanted to hear. I looked up at him and could see pain and fear in his eyes. “Please tell me you love me,” he begged again.

  I could feel the tension building up inside of me. I knew I was getting close and was trying my hardest to concentrate on that as opposed to Nick’s request.

  I closed my eyes and was ready to let my climax unleash when I realized my shoulder was wet. It took me a minute to figure out what was happening. Nick was crying.

  He wasn’t the type to ever show any kind of emotion, much less cry. It made me feel horrible. I knew that Nick had made a number of mistakes and bad choices in our relationship. He had lied to me about some pretty important things.

  In the end, he owned up to those mistakes and never gave up on what the two of us had together. We’d been apart for months, but he never gave up. I was the only thing he wanted.

  What kind of person was I? I could have cut the cord at any time and not given him any attention when he came around.

  Instead, I strung him along, allowing him to stay a part of my life but only if he did it from a distance. Why did I do that if I didn’t want to be with him? Was I scared to be alone? Did I just want to know that I was desirable? Nick made sure that I knew he appreciated me. Didn’t he deserve the same in return? Didn’t he deserve love and affection as well? I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “I love you, Nick,” I yelled out as I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in close to me. “I love you so much,” I told him.

  I watched as Nick stopped in mid-motion and looked down at me, shocked that he’d heard the words he wanted so desperately to hear. The truth is, I wasn’t just saying them because he wanted to hear them. I said them because I meant them.

  “I love you, Nick,” I spoke softly.

  I told him one more time before bucking my hips up towards him, leading him to grab my legs and pumping in and out of me with a vengeance.

  I was moaning loudly as my climax was coming quickly. Nick was pounding me harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and squeezed as I got off.

  Nick began groaning as he came at the same time. He rammed himself into me again as his climax overtook him. He moved in an out a little slower until he finally pulled himself out and collapsed onto the bed next to me, allowing me to curl up into his arms.

  He had a smile on his face as we laid there, him playing with my hair and me running my fingers all over his chest. All of his patience had finally paid off. He knew in his heart that we were going to be together again.

  Even when it looked like a lost cause, he always had faith. And there I was, I’d told him I loved him for so long. Not only had I admitted my feelings to Nick, but in a way, I’d admitted them to myself as well.

  I could see the relief on Nick’s face. All of the pain that I’d put him through were washed away. Me being there with him made him happy. It was as though the past had never happened. I understood how he felt.

  The pain I’d felt from everything he did didn’t seem to matter anymore. I was there, we were together, and I wasn’t going to leave this time. There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be than right there in his arms.

  Epilogue

  Nick

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “This is your last chance to back out on me if you’ve changed your mind.”

  The flashing Vegas lights were bouncing off of her face under the dark night sky as our taxi drove down the strip. Even though we were both tired from the plane ride, our energy was renewed once we were parked in front of the wedding chapel.

  “I’d never back out on you!”

  She leaned across the backseat of the cab and sweetly kissed me on the cheek.

  “You plan on backing out on me?” she asked.

  “Are you crazy? I already lost you once and went through hell. I’ll never let that happen again. You’re mine forever.”

  We made our way into the chapel where ’Samuel L. Jackson’ and ‘John Travolta’ were standing behind the podium.

  Talk about a jacked up wedding.

  But it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter if the Easter Bunny married us. As long as my baby’s by my side, that’s all that mattered.

  “Are you two motherfuckers here to get married?” Samuel asked us.

  “Yeah,” I smiled down at Shay, wrapping my arm around her as a few go-go girls trotted behind us.

  “Cool,” he smiled.

  Licking his finger, he flipped the page in a book that was resting on top of his stand and grabbed a pen.

  “What’s your names?”

  “Shay and Nick,” I said.

  “All right, motherfuckers. Be prepared to get fucking married,” he scribbled our names in the book. “It’ll be about 40 minutes. We have two other couples before you, but feel free to take a look at all the sweet wedding shit that’ll get you started off on the right motherfucking foot.”

  Shay and I walked away from the podium and headed toward the far end of the chapel where you could purchase various wedding packages and keepsakes.

  “Are you sure we should get married here?” she whispered. “What if they’re not even able to legally marry us?”

  “Nah, it’ll be fine. I promise.”

  She shrugged. “Okay, if you say so.”

  I watched Shay examine all the different wedding veils until she found one that she liked. “Do you mind if I get this? I think it’d look cute on me.”

  “Go ahead, baby. Get whatever you want.”

  I’d been working extra jobs to pay for this trip so we could take a mini vacation—just a 3-day, long weekend because of a national holiday—to get married and I’d saved up quite a few bones to pay for everything.

  But there was one thing that Shay wasn’t counting on and that was the ring that I bought her without her knowing.

  The two of us had picked out simple gold wedding bands for our wedding night, and that’s what we were supposed to get married in but wasn’t not good enough for her. While she was hanging out with Kim, us guys went shopping for a better ring. I spent almost every extra penny that I had worked for and saved up, but she deserved it.

  “Nick and Shay,” one of the go-go dancers called our names. “You’re up!”

  Shay and I looked at each other, smiling as we walked back into the wedding chapel and waited for the priest to walk in and marry us.

  ‘John Travolta’ walked in and stood behind the podium, looking pasty as ever.

  “Do you have your own vows or would you like to do a traditional ceremony?”

  Neither of us had written any vows and both answered, “Traditional,” simultaneously.

  As we repeated after him, we finally got to the part where we could say our, “I do’s.”

  “Do you have the rings?” he asked.

  We both nodded and produced the rings.

  “Repeat after me,” he said.

  My vows went first and I could hardly wait for her to see the ring I’d bought her.

  “With this ring, I
marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows,” I finally repeated after him.

  “You may place the ring on the bride’s finger,” he instructed me.

  I pulled the ring out of the box, shielding it with my hand until I slipped it onto her finger.

  She noticed it right away.

  “Nick!? Oh my God! What is this? This isn’t the ring we bought?”

  “I know. I wanted to get you something special. Do you like it?”

  “Oh my God! I love it!”

  After she said her vows and we exchanged rings, we kissed each other, finalizing our ceremony.

  “What do you want to do now?” she asked as we stood out on the sidewalk.

  “Hookers and blow, baby.”

  She smacked me in the chest. “You’re not funny, Nick!”

  “Whatever you want to do, baby. It’s all up to you.”

  She eyed me down before saying, “How about we go to a strip club? Maybe I can pick up some fresh moves to try out on you back at our hotel room?”

  “Let’s go.”

  Walking into the club, we sat down near the barkeep and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for the next performance to begin.

  “This is going to be so much fun! I’ve never been to one of these before,” she slammed her glass on the counter, motioning the barkeep to bring her another.

  “It’s all about the experience,” I tipped my glass to her and polished off the rest of my drink. “Can I get a beer?”

  “Sure thing,” the bartender said.

  Waiting for the bartender to bring my beer, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

  “What are you doing all the way in Vegas? Did you come all these miles to see me?”

  Unsure as to who it was, I turned around and about fell off the barstool when I saw her face.

  It was the stripper from back home.

  Shit.

  Shay noticed her standing behind me and turned around to see who was talking to me.

  “Hi, I’m Shay,” my wife introduced herself.

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  Since she was a teenager, Charity Carter knew she was different. Going to a nearly all black school in Chicago, she started dating a white boy from the suburbs. Nearly all of her friends turned their backs on her and called her a "race traitor." Charity is now married to the man and the two are best friends. She chose to write BWWM romance because she truly believes that you should love who you love and realize that love doesn't care about color.

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