by Hazel Parker
Security to know that no, I wasn’t going anywhere. Security to know that yes, we trusted each other fully. Security to know that we could be our full selves around each other and we’d be better off for it.
Security to know that we really were forever.
* * *
It was a bit odd getting married in a Vegas courthouse.
It still wasn’t the kind of thing that I’d imagined myself doing six months ago, or even six weeks ago.
But somehow, it just felt right.
We literally pulled two witnesses off the street, paying them twenty bucks a piece to watch. As soon as the officiant said, “You may kiss the bride,” you would have thought Brad and I had renewed our wedding vows after two decades of marriage the way we kissed each other.
And this time, when we made it back to the Wynn casino, we remembered everything. I had planned to go to the bathroom to “recreate” the sex we’d had, but by the time we got to the bedroom, I couldn’t fucking wait any longer.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I grabbed his shirt collar tight and started kissing around his lips, on his cheek, on his neck. He pulled me in close, grabbing me by the ass and pressing his hard body into mine. I could feel his cock bulging from his pants and reached down and felt around.
As soon as I felt the firm outline, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. His raw strength had always surprised me, for while I knew he wasn’t out of shape, he didn’t look like the Hulk. But that toned body belied such powerful strength, and before I knew it, I was flying through the air, landing on my back, giggling the whole way.
“Oh, Brad,” I said, sitting up and taking my shirt off before he had a chance to do so. “Come and take me.”
He didn’t need me to clarify what I meant. He reached around and unclasped my bra with ease, reaching down and suckling on my breasts. I closed my eyes and arched my body into him.
“God, Brad.”
He looked up and smiled.
“Call me husband now,” he said.
Oh, that I think I will.
“OK, husband, make your wife happy.”
“Forever and always.”
Just those words alone got me tingling like someone had sent a shockwave through my pussy. I was soaking wet just seeing that handsome man before me, knowing that I could call him “husband” without fear that the rug might get pulled out from under me for a long, long time.
Brad pulled up my right leg, kissed my foot, and worked his way down my calf and my thigh. All the while, the tingling intensified, and I even started to whimper in anticipation. My pussy was practically crying out for him to get down there, but Brad seemed in no rush. Like our marriage, it was now as if he had all the time in the world.
And just when it seemed like he was about to kiss it, he went to the other leg.
“Oh, you are so evil,” I said.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he said.
“Just remember, whatever you do to me, I do to you. That’s how this marriage thing works.”
It didn’t take much longer for Brad to work through my other leg and get down to business. He pecked once. He kissed again, this time longer. And on the third time, he kept his mouth there, darted his tongue, and went to work on my clit.
I put my hands on his head, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and neck. There were many reasons I loved Brad, but one of the more prominent ones was how he just seemed to love doing oral on me. Some men hated it and refused, and some did it but always seemed to be expecting a favor. With Brad, it was like he enjoyed doing it for the sake of doing it. which, amusingly enough, always got me to want to return the favor that much more.
He’d look up at me with those powerful eyes, and every time he did, I felt like I could just orgasm from that look alone. There was an intensity to his gaze that reminded me of the fierce look he’d have when giving a speech at a convention—it was the sort of gaze that said, “Don’t you dare doubt me for a second.” And given that Brad had taken me to climax every single time he’d gone down on me, I had absolutely no reason to.
In fact, just like every single fucking time before it, he had my pussy clenching and tensing for that release of orgasm, just moments away from climaxing.
“Brad…”
My breath hitched. My body tensed. I just closed my eyes and rode the wave. And when it peaked and my entire body washed with the warm glow of orgasm, I didn’t need to open my eyes to behold the awe of the moment.
“Oh my God,” I said.
I didn’t even need to push Brad off. Somehow, he just knew when to stop when he’d reached the point of doing too much. He pressed forward, kissing me up my tender body, my tender breasts, and then my lips. I fucking took him in like a woman possessed, because I was—possessed by an uncontrolled desire to make him feel just as good.
When I had the chance, I rolled him on his back and mounted him, grinding my naked body over his pants. That…that had to change.
“Why do you have these clothes on?” I said.
Brad had no answer. He reached down and unbuckled his belt. I helped him with the rest, yanking his pants down as his cock sprung out. Before I’d even taken his pants off fully, one hand was on the hard rock shaft, gently rubbing it and stroking it as I licked my lips and tossed my hair back.
And then it was my time to give him that same look, the look that said, “Don’t doubt me, either.”
There was only one problem.
“Get on top of me,” he said. “I want to finish inside you.”
Now that was something that I could fucking get into. I smiled, still sucked him off for just a bit longer—I had to make sure I paid him back just a smidge—and then sat up and straddled him. With him fully in me, I leaned forward, my breasts falling on Brad’s face, and his cock pounding my pussy.
The sex that followed was unlike anything we’d had. I think there was always the cloud before about if this marriage was for real, if it was something that would, in fact, be forever, or if it was just an excuse to make up for lost time. Even on the boat, even this morning, I didn’t think that question had ever been fully dispelled.
But when I heard him say, “I love you,” all those questions went right out the fucking window. We might have officially first married on a black-out drunk whim, but he did not say those words in such a state. He’d said them in as sober a condition as you could be. And then he’d redone the wedding so we could have something real.
And I fucking loved him for it.
Brad let me stay on top for a bit before he decided he needed to take control. He rolled me on my back, sat up on his legs, propped a pillow under me, and went to fucking town. And my God—it wasn’t like I hadn’t come before from sex, but this was like a cheat code, like he skipped over so many steps and yet still had me right…
There.
Right fucking there.
“Oh, fuck, Brad!”
I was in such bliss that I only noticed at the last second that Brad was also squirming, also groaning loudly in anticipation of a climax to follow.
“Come for me, Brad,” I said as it was quite obvious he was about to. “Give it to me, baby, yes, oh yes.”
“Megan!”
And with the shout of my name, he finished, his cock quivering inside of me, unloading all of his seed. He let out a last gasp before he pulled out, collapsed to the bed, and rolled over. I laid on my back there silently as well, the two of us exhausted from exhilarating sex.
And then the entirety of everything just seemed to hit me.
In the span of barely, what, three weeks, we’d finally fulfilled our lust for each other in Las Vegas, we’d gotten married, we’d nearly killed each other—in retrospect, not literally, but at the time, it sure felt that way—we’d had the greatest honeymoon ever, we’d had the silent treatment that would rival what teenagers could do to each other, and we’d come together after a tremendous loss on my part.
There were many ways that I could summarize it, bu
t perhaps the best way was to say this.
I had been wrong at the funeral.
I still had family left.
I still had Brad Nimico.
“Holy shit,” he said to the side.
“Had some fun?” I said with a smile, rolling over and gently kissing him.
“Oh, just a smidge,” he said with a guilty smirk. “Just a smidge of what I’m going to have with you for the rest of my life.”
Oh, Brad.
“It still seems surreal, doesn’t it?”
Brad, to my surprise, shook his head.
“If I’m being honest, from the moment that I met you, I always knew we’d be something more,” he said. “I’ll admit, I didn’t quite envision it unfolding this way. But there’s something you should know about me. When I want something, I get it. I’ll have to learn to accept I won’t always get it the way I envisioned, but I always just knew I’d wind up with you.”
And now, I’ll be with you.
I leaned over, kissed him again, and rested my head on his chest—knowing this time, it would truly be forever.
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Hazel Parker is known for her contemporary romance writing and loves her bad boys. From bikers, rugged mountain men, and all sorts of sexy alphas, Hazel will have you turning the pages for more.
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