The Things I Do for You

by Minx Malone

  “Not that I don’t appreciate the talent it takes to do this, but his routine is pretty weak,” Nick whispered. “I’m pretty sure Jackson did the exact same thing in summer camp when he was eight.”

  “Sshhh, be quiet. I want to see the rest.” Raina swatted Nick on the arm and turned back to the performance. She watched for a few more minutes until she became suddenly aware that some of the things he was acting out were a little… suggestive. Just when he was starting to mimic stroking himself, Nick took her arm and pulled her away.

  “Damn pervert,” Nick grumbled.

  Raina giggled. “Don’t be such a prude. He probably heard your comment that his performance was boring and was trying to liven things up a bit.”

  They walked farther down the Strip, passing the famous Bellagio hotel. “Ooh, Nick I want to watch the water show later. Can we come back?”

  “Of course. That’ll be part of our honeymoon.”

  Raina instantly sobered. How could she have forgotten so quickly why they were here? She was about to sign her freedom away and she was planning her sightseeing like she was on vacation.

  “Hey, I didn’t say that to make you sad. It’s all going to work out, you’ll see.” Nick pulled her closer.

  “Hey, pretty mama. Here you go.” A man passing by pressed a small square of paper in her hand.

  “What’s this?” She held it up to read what it said.

  “Oh, you might not want to read that.” Nick took the paper from her hand but not before she saw the half-naked girl on it.

  “I’m not an idiot, Nick. I know there are hooker services in Vegas. I watch TV. Hell, I probably know some of them. I heard a few of the girls I used to model with ended up as escorts. I’m hardly going to swoon because I see a dirty flyer.”

  “Well, good, because I’m sure that’s not the worst thing you’ll see before we get back to our hotel.” He consulted his phone and then stopped. “Here we are. This is the closest wedding chapel.”

  He held open the door for her and she walked into the cool interior of the shop. It was incredibly quiet compared to the bustle and chaos of the Strip. Too quiet, actually. Was it even open? She was just about to hit the silver bell on the counter when a man stumbled through the dangling beads separating the entryway from the rest of the building.

  “Well, hellooooo. Welcome to Chapel O’ Love. That’s O as in ‘One Night,’ by the way. That was a great song. Great song.” The man who spoke was dressed as Elvis in a sequined white jumpsuit, except his pompadour was dyed electric blue.

  Nick shot Raina an amused grin. “Or O as in Of could work, too.”

  The blue-haired Elvis stopped and scratched his head, knocking his wig slightly askew. “That is a very fine point, young man.”

  Raina watched as he became absorbed in one of the long blue strands of his wig, seeming to forget they were even there.

  “Is he drunk?”

  Nick heaved a sigh. “I hope so. Because I would hate to think he was acting like this sober.”

  Elvis staggered behind the counter in the reception area and flipped open the large book on the counter.

  “Names,” he barked.

  “Nicholas Alexander and Raina Winters,” Nick replied.

  Elvis leaned on the counter and whispered conspiratorially, “Come on, boyo, you can give your real names. Because between you and me, there is no way you could pull a babe like Raina Winters.”

  Raina giggled and even when Nick turned around and glared at her, she couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry.”

  Elvis finally noticed her behind Nick and leered. “Hey, now. That’s no Raina Winters, but she’s a close second.” He looked back at Nick. “How’d you pull that one off?”

  Raina buried her face against Nick’s shoulder to muffle her laughter. “Yeah, Nick. Do you want to tell him how you pulled it off?”

  The edges of Nick’s lips twitched but he managed to keep a straight face. “I think we’ll save that for another time.”

  He turned back to Elvis and picked up the pen that was on the counter. “Where do we sign?” He filled out everything on the form and scrawled his name at the bottom. When he was done, he handed the pen to Raina.

  She filled out her name on the opposite side of the form next to Nick’s and then glanced up at him innocently. “Your middle name is Eugene?”

  “If you tell anyone that I cannot be held responsible for the consequences.”

  She just smiled and filled out the rest of the form. When she was done, she looked up to give the paperwork to the Elvis impersonator, only to realize they were alone.

  “Where did he go?”

  Nicholas grasped his head between his hands. “I swear, if he passed out somewhere…”

  Raina followed the sound of music to the inner sanctum, if you could even call it that. It felt sacrilegious to even call this place a chapel. The interior was just as gaudy as the entryway with large plastic cupids hanging from the ceiling.

  There was a table below the altar with a bouquet of flowers and a rhinestone tiara on it. As she approached the front of the room, a canned rendition of “Love Me Tender” started playing.

  “Wow. Raina, we can go somewhere else. I know we’re sacrificing a lot by having a quickie wedding, but I think we can do better than this.”

  “There is nowhere better! You won’t find a better chapel on the Strip than the Chapel O’ Love.”

  Nick jumped when the blue-haired Elvis popped up from behind the podium at the altar. “Jesus! Has he been back there the whole time?”

  Raina felt a bubble of completely inappropriate laughter rising in her belly. She clamped her lips together, trying to hold it in, but the whole situation was so ridiculous. She was standing in a chapel decorated with plastic babies about to be married to the only man with the power to break her heart.

  By a drunk Elvis impersonator with a bad wig.

  “It’s okay. We can stay here.” She finally lost the battle and dissolved into giggles. The longer she laughed the more confused Nick looked until he finally cracked a smile.

  “I’m glad you can find the humor in all this. Because this is not what I imagined my wedding would be like.”

  Raina wiped the tears from her cheeks and marched up to the podium. She picked up the plastic bouquet and jammed the rhinestone-encrusted tiara with the attached bridal veil on her head. It was strange, but the tackiness of this wedding was only going to help her stick to her determination to keep this union businesslike.

  She wasn’t sure if she could stick to her guns and not fall in love if she had to take vows with Nick in a real church. But being married by a drunken Elvis while holding plastic flowers shouldn’t be too hard. She was doing this for one reason and one reason only. Because Nick’s old-fashioned sense of honor wouldn’t let him impregnate her unless they were married.

  But once she was moody and eating everything in sight and had cankles, he’d realize she’d been right all along. He’d leave and she’d be ready. As long as she didn’t fall in love with him, she could let him go and focus on what she had left.

  Her baby.

  “Raina, are you sure about this? I meant what I said. We can find another chapel. One that’s not so cheesy.” Nick peered at her, seemingly not convinced by her enthusiastic embrace of the Chapel O’ Love.

  “I’m ready,” she repeated. She was beyond ready to get this farce of a wedding over with so they could get down to why they were really here. So she could drag his sexy ass back to the hotel room and get him naked.

  She held up the plastic roses. “Let’s do this.”

  * * * * *

  NICK KNEW HE’D always had it easy. Up until now, he’d made his way using a mixture of brains, charm and bravado. In business it had served him well. He’d achieved everything he’d ever dreamed of and more.

  But for the first time in his adult life, he found himself wondering if he would be able to measure up. Because as much as he loved his career, nothing he’d accomplished there was anywhe
re near as important as convincing his new wife that she hadn’t made a mistake. He wanted her to realize their connection was deeper than just sex.

  But it was hard to remember that when she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole.

  “That was the longest wedding ceremony ever.” Raina kicked the door to the suite closed behind them and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

  Before he could respond, she pulled him down and her tongue was in his mouth. Nick groaned as her hands slid into his hair, grabbing and holding the strands tight. All thought fled as everything within him responded.

  He pulled her into his arms and stumbled through the main living area until he reached the bedroom. She clung to him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. She kissed his throat and he shuddered when she bit him on the throat.

  “Christ, Raina. You’re killing me.”

  Her small breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel the stiff tips of her nipples. He couldn’t wait to have the tight points on his tongue.

  He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw were the roses next to the bed. The sight sobered him, reminding him of what he was trying to accomplish.

  Romance.

  “Raina. Hey, let’s slow down for a minute,” he whispered.

  “Uh uh.” She shook her head and tightened her legs around his waist. “Don’t want to.” She made the sexiest little sound, like a whimper, in the back of her throat before she took his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped gently. It was all he could do to stay upright when she was kissing him like she wanted nothing more than his tongue in her mouth.

  “I just want to light the candles, sweets. I can’t have you telling your friends how unromantic I am.”

  She pulled back and then looked around the room in surprise. “Nick, what in the world?”

  She hopped down and walked over to inspect the rose petals sprinkled on the bed and the bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on the dresser. He’d arranged for their room to be prepared while they were gone. It was hard to be romantic when they’d had such a tacky ceremony but he was determined that at least their wedding night could be up to his standards.

  He wanted her to cherish the memory of their first time making love as husband and wife.

  Raina’s eyes were wide with wonder as she looked back at him. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

  “Of course I did. I hope there will come a day when you won’t find it unusual for me to surprise you like this.” He walked up behind her and pulled her back against his chest. She relaxed against him and he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. Her right hand came up and caressed his neck, holding him closer as she pushed back against him.

  He breathed in deep as he nuzzled her throat. How long had he imagined this? If he was honest with himself, he’d probably been dreaming about having her beneath him since the last time. He took deep breaths, trying to calm down, but her scent was intoxicating, warm and rich like vanilla.

  “Nick?” she whispered.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  She turned in his arms and took his face between her hands. “This is beautiful. Thank you for making this special for me.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly.

  Then she turned her head and gently bit the lobe of his ear. “Now, get your clothes off before I rip them off.”

  Instant molten arousal raced through Nick’s veins at her words. She made quick work of the buttons on the front of his shirt, then stepped back and pulled her blouse over her head. Any blood that was still left in his brain flowed south as she pushed her khaki shorts down. She stepped out of them and stood before him in another lacy panty set, this one a bright, fire-engine red.

  “You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

  She pushed him and they tumbled onto the bed in a jumble of arms and legs. She rolled over and climbed on top of him, running her hands over his chest.

  Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Mercy. Looking at her would never get old. She was beautifully built with small, perky breasts and dark, tight little nipples. With her long hair wild around her shoulders, she was a wet dream come to life.

  “You are so beautiful. You stagger me.” He took one of her hands and pressed it between his legs. Even through the denim there was no doubt she could feel his arousal. She massaged him through the fabric and then helped him push his jeans and boxers down. Once he was naked, Raina took him between her hands, lust in her eyes as she caressed him. The tip of her tongue came out to wet her lips a second before she dipped her head.

  “Oh my God,” he breathed. Her warm, wet mouth danced over his flesh, teasing him with quick little laps of her tongue. She giggled and moved away so she could pull her tiny panties off.

  He tried to use the time to get his sanity back, but before he could even breathe, she straddled him again.

  “You feel so good.” She skimmed her palms over the tips of her nipples. It excited Nick just to watch.

  There was nothing in the world so arousing as a confident, sexually aggressive woman. Raina never played coy or pretended to be bashful. Their one night together was seared in Nick’s brain not just because of how electric their connection was, but because he couldn’t forget how erotic it was just to watch her. She was a living siren, an entrancing creature that was completely aware of her own sensual power.

  Her hands stroked lower until she gripped him firmly, stood him straight up, and then sank down until he slid deep.

  “Oh shit.” Nick couldn’t hold back as she rocked against him, taking him deeper and deeper each time. “Give me your hands,” he ordered. She grabbed his hands and used him as leverage to hold herself steady as she worked him.

  He squeezed her hands, rewarded when she met his gaze. Her mouth fell open and she moaned as he rocked up under her, meeting her motions until they moved together in perfect rhythm. As overwhelming as the physical sensations were, he didn’t want to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss the moment when she let go.

  He wanted more than just to have her for a tumble. He wanted to possess her. He wanted everything she had to give.

  It was a heady thing to realize that he already possessed her in the legal and moral sense.

  She was his wife.

  “Please, please…” Her soft chant faded into incoherent mumbling as he reached between their bodies and stroked her in time with his thrusts. She shuddered over him, her body clamping down on him like a tight wet fist.

  “Jesus.” He slowed down, determined to draw out her orgasm, but the tight contractions of her body were impossible to ignore. He felt the familiar burn of his own release. He didn’t want to go without her.

  Nick realized she was trying to avoid looking him directly in the eye. He growled. His lovely wife was in for a wakeup call if she thought she could keep their lovemaking impersonal. She didn’t love him yet, but Nick refused to accept anything less than everything she had to give.

  She didn’t have to love him, but she wouldn’t hide from him.

  He let go of her hands and pulled her down so he could look in her eyes. She looked alarmed and tried to sit back up. “Nick. Wait—”

  He held tight and anchored a hand in her hair. “I love you, Raina.”

  Her eyes softened at his words and he could see the answering response in her eyes.

  That broke him. His orgasm shattered him into a thousand pieces as he came harder than ever before, like he was filling her with the feelings he could no longer deny.

  The knowledge that she could soon be pregnant with his child made his orgasm even stronger. He was giving her an essential piece of himself, and he realized he wanted a child just as much as she did. He was going to be there for her and show her day after day that she could trust him to keep his promises. Starting with the most important one he’d ever made.

  To love her until the day he died.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  THE SEXY SMILE on her husband’s fa
ce was Raina’s first clue that she’d grossly miscalculated.

  His enormous erection was the second.

  “You’re ready again? So soon?” Raina couldn’t keep the astonishment from her voice. She’d taken control before, determined to keep their lovemaking as sexual as possible. It was enjoyable for her to be on top and seemed less intimate somehow. Like she was just having a good time.

  Especially since she’d immediately rolled off him and elevated her hips.

  Nick stalked toward her, a confident smile on his face as he knelt next to her. “You didn’t honestly think that was it, did you?”

  Raina just stared at him as he took the glass of water she held and placed it on the nightstand. Dating an older man had definitely lowered her expectations when it came to recovery time. Her eyes dipped lower and a deep throb of arousal gripped her core. Nick looked painfully erect, almost as if he hadn’t come just five minutes ago.

  Clearly she was going to have to adjust her thinking about how to manage her new husband.

  “See something you like, my love?”

  She looked up to find Nick watching her from beneath lowered lashes, his eyes lingering on her mouth. How many nights had she dreamed a scenario just like this one? Nick, on his knees before her, kissing her, caressing her.

  Telling her he loved her.

  She flushed, the heat spreading from her cheeks down to her toes. It was bad enough to have these fantasies about him. It was unbearable for him to know about it. A man like Nick could have any woman he wanted and no doubt had plenty, probably more than one at a time.

  But he didn’t marry any of them, did he?

  “I probably shouldn’t move yet. I’m supposed to…” She motioned toward where her hips were elevated by a pillow. Nick’s eyes followed her hand. He looked back at her and winked.

  “I like to be thorough in everything I do. So I’m not convinced once is enough.”

  His lips rubbed hers once, then again, before she opened for him. His taste flooded her senses. He took her mouth slowly, savoring, drawing out the anticipation.