Til Death Do Us Part (Vegas Vows)

by Harlow Layne

  “Sorry about that. I wanted to wash my flight off me and then I got carried away in there. Did you want to walk down together?”

  Not now that I’d seen him in all his naked glory. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the next few days when I knew every time I looked at him, I’d keep picturing him without any clothes on and his magnificent cock.

  “If you don’t mind,” I answered shakily. Maybe he’d take another half an hour getting dressed and I could go back to my room and take care of myself. That was probably a good idea. Then I wouldn’t want to jump his bones every two seconds.

  “Not a problem. Give me a minute to dress and gather my things. I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.”

  Starved for you, but I doubted sex was what he was referring to.

  “I could eat,” I squeaked out. Damn it, Everly, get a hold of yourself. He’s just a man. A very well-endowed man, but none the less just a man. He probably picked his nose or grabbed himself in public all the time.

  Movement behind me had me wanting to turn and get another glimpse, but I held firm. One more look at that gracious plenty and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control myself. Just the thought of it had me internally moaning.

  “Did you say something?” he asked from right behind me.

  Heat rose from my toes up to my ears. I felt like I was on fire as I slowly turned around and found him in a t-shirt that hugged every single one of his muscles and let me tell you Leo seemed to have more muscles than any man I’d laid eyes on. He wore swim trunks that hit him mid-thigh and were a little tight around those thick thighs and flip-flops. How even his feet seemed sexy was beyond me. Tonight, I’d be pulling out my vibrator that I’d luckily packed and use it until all thoughts of Leo were a distant memory.

  Instead of answering and likely having my voice crack from his proximity and hotness, I shook my head and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

  Leo looked me up and down before licking his lips. “What do you say we go?”

  I felt like he wanted to say more but was holding himself back, or maybe it was my imagination at work with my hormones zipping through my veins.

  Holding the door open for me, I swore I felt Leo’s hand touch mine as I passed, but when I looked down, it was by his side.

  We walked silently and as far apart as the halls would allow to the elevators, but once we were inside and headed downstairs, it was like a magnet was trying to pull us together. The harder I fought the urge, the more I wanted to place my hands on him and rub them over the ridges of the muscles I’d seen earlier. I wanted to drop to my knees and feel the weight of his cock on my lips before I sucked it deep into my throat.

  Before I had a chance to make my move, the elevator dinged, signaling for us to get off.

  Being around Leo was making it damn hard to think about anything but sex, but as I saw Jordan and Camilla whispering harsh words to each other the moment I stepped out of the elevator, my libido cooled a fraction.

  I knew it wouldn’t hit igloo temps until I took care of myself and was hundreds if not thousands of miles away from the Swede I wanted to get in my pants.

  “What was that with you and Jordan?” I asked the moment we found four loungers together and placed my towel down.

  “Nothing.” She shook her head. When I gave her a disbelieving look, she finally admitted. “Just wedding stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

  “Fine, if you say so,” I relented. Kicking my foot out, I tapped her with my toe. “You didn’t tell me Jordan’s friend looked like that.” I tilted my head in Leo’s direction.

  “Because he didn’t. Last I saw Leo, which admittedly was probably close to two years ago, he was this tall, lanky kid, but now…”

  “He’s all man,” I finished for her.

  “He is,” she agreed breathlessly.

  Jabbing her in the side with my elbow, I laughed. “You can’t be thinking like that. Not when you’re only days away from getting married.”

  “Who said? Looking isn’t touching,” she bit out.

  I turned to my best friend to find her staring over at Jordan who was damn near panting over a couple of girls in barely there bikinis, who stood beside him at the bar. On the other side of him was Leo, who had his own gaggle of women vying for his attention.

  “You can’t be mad at Jordan. He’s only talking to them while he waits for our drinks.” Since the day I met him, her fiancé had always had women throwing themselves at him. While he seemed to love the attention not once had he stepped out on Camilla. She, on the other hand, I couldn’t say the same was true. She’d get jealous, hit on some random guy while out at a bar, and then end up going home with him.

  For her sake and Jordan’s, I hoped she was over trying to make him jealous.

  “I’m not, but…” she turned to look at me and the pain in her eyes made my heart ache for her, “do you think once he’s wearing a wedding ring, women will stop shamelessly flirting with him?”

  From what I knew, a ring didn’t stop women from going after what they wanted, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. If I did, she’d probably end up doing something she’d regret.

  “I know I wouldn’t hit on a guy if he looked like he was married.” I looked back over to Leo and Jordan who were headed toward us with our drinks in hand. “You don’t need to worry. Jordan only has eyes for you.”

  Was Camilla only marrying Jordan because she thought there was a possibility women might stop hitting on him if he wore a wedding ring?

  “Alright, ladies, we’ve got you your fruity drinks.” Jordan bowed as he handed first Camilla hers and then me, mine.

  Leo sat down with a bucket of beers and placed it on the table between him and Jordan. Flipping the top off one, he raised his beer in the air. “To love.”

  “To love,” we all cheered, raising our drinks before taking a long sip.

  “Did anyone bring any sunblock?” Leo asked as he slipped his t-shirt over his head.

  “Yeah, we don’t need our pale boy here to burn before the wedding,” Jordan laughed. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about because Leo wasn’t pale. He didn’t have as dark of a tan as the rest of us, but he wasn’t pasty or anything. He had a nice golden glow about him.

  “Fuck off.” Leo punched Jordan in the arm. “Some of us don’t live where it’s warm and sunny all year round.”

  “I’ll remember that the next time I see you since you won’t have an excuse now that you’re going to be living in California.”

  “Just like I’ll remember it when I see you. You’ll probably have to hit a tanning bed living in Minnesota.”

  Camilla grimaced while she slowly took in the pool area. “I can’t believe I’m giving up the sun and palm trees.”

  “There’s sun in Minnesota, babe. Plus, you’ll have me to keep you warm if you ever get cold.” He moved to hover over her as Camilla squealed in delight.

  Leo and I looked at each other over our friends. I rolled my lips to keep in my laughter while Leo shook silently.

  Pulling out my kindle, I turned it on and started to read a book I’d started the night before. It was a male/male romance by one of my favorite authors, and it was just getting to the first steamy sex scene. I’d much rather imagine them than watch Camilla paw all over Jordan as she tried to claim him in front of everyone.

  An hour later, Leo spoke breaking the silence that had descended upon us. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve got to get in the pool and cool off.” He stood and threw his sunglasses down on his lounger. “Anybody want to come with?”

  I most certainly did. I wanted to see Leo up close and personal when he had water droplets falling down his tanned torso.

  “I’ll come,” I offered. We’d only been out in the sun for an hour, but the sun was strong. My already tanned skin had since turned a lovely bronze that would look fabulous with my maid of honor dress.

  “Are you coming?” I asked Camilla who had moved her chair next to Jordan’s maki
ng one big one.

  “I’m good,” she panted out.

  They were curled up together and was that a hand I saw going south?

  On that note, I hightailed myself far away from the soon to be newlywed couple. Leo was already in the water and was slicking his hands over his hair when I came to the edge of the pool.

  Smiling up at me, he almost blinded me with his dazzling smile. “Jump in. The water feels amazing.”

  Not thinking, I did as he said and jumped in. What I hadn’t accounted for was that I hadn’t tied the string around my neck on my bikini. The second my shoulders came out of the water; I realized the mistake I’d made. Water pulled down my top, leaving me standing before Leo topless and letting the world see my boobs.

  Leo’s eyes widened a fraction before he took control over the situation. Stepping up to me, he pressed his chest to mine, hiding me. His deft hands found my top and slowly pulled it up until it reached just under my breasts.

  “Can you tie it?” he asked hoarsely.

  Embarrassed more than I’d ever been in my life, I nodded and gathered the strings that were floating in the water. With my top still sitting under my breasts, he pulled back, giving himself enough room to lift the fabric over my girls. He nodded, giving me the go signal. Reaching them around my neck, I tied them and waited to see what he’d do next.

  Leo swung his head from left to right before he grinned down at me. “I think you’re in the clear.”

  “Thank you. I was in shock and my body wouldn’t react.”

  “I’m always happy to help a woman cover her body with mine. Especially if I get to feel tits like yours plastered to my chest.” His hands were still wrapped around my sides with his thumbs rubbing back and forth over the skin just below where my top sat.

  “Leo, get your hands off my girl’s boobs,” Camilla swatted at him.

  When had she gotten into the water?

  Leaning down, Leo brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. “Until next time.”

  3

  Everly

  Camilla’s hands ran up my overly heated body as she yelled over the music. “I’m all for getting drunk and fucking some random guy, but I don’t think Leo’s who you should let up your skirt.”

  Turning around to face her, I moved in closer. We’d been at XS, one of the hottest clubs in Vegas for the last hour dancing. Well, Camilla and I had been dancing. The boys were standing at the bar drinking and watching us as we put on a show for them. We were on day two of being in Vegas and I was having the time of my life with my best friend.

  “Why not? He’s hot as fuck,” I shouted back at her.

  Why would I set my sights on someone else when the hottest guy in Vegas couldn’t keep his eyes off me?

  “Won’t it be awkward?” After my face scrunched up in confusion, she clarified. “Afterward.”

  “I don’t see why it would. We’re both consenting adults who want each other.”

  “Still, it would be weird.”

  Not to me, but I didn’t make it a habit to fuck random men after drinking too much. Maybe she was projecting.

  “Just don’t do something you’ll regret,” she huffed and indicated to Jordan to bring her another drink.

  Training my eyes on hers, I stopped dancing in the hope she’d listen. “Maybe you should slow down. You don’t want to have a hangover when you get married tomorrow.”

  Camilla’s response was to roll her eyes at me and then make a strange motion of tapping her lips over to her man. A few seconds later, I found out what their signal meant when Jordan and Leo came over with a tray in hand, filled with shots, a saltshaker, and slices of limes.

  “Who’s ready to celebrate?” Camilla shouted with her shot in hand and in the air.

  “Me, baby,” Jordan licked the inside of his forearm and sprinkled salt over it, and then placed a lime slice in his mouth.

  “Woo-hoo,” Camilla cheered before she licked the path of salt off Jordan’s arm, threw back her shot, and then lip locked with her fiancé while sucking on the lime.

  “Are you ready for your turn?” Leo asked, shaking the salt he was holding in one hand while a mischievous smile grew on his lips.

  If this got me closer to licking his schlong, I was all for it.

  “Where can I lick you?” I purred.

  “Anywhere you want, sweet thing. All you have to do is point and I’ll shake.”

  I bit my bottom lip, trying to pick where I wanted to start. Instead of telling him where I wanted it, I picked up a slice of lime and stuck it in his mouth. He gave me a wicked grin around the fruit before I picked up my shot and the shaker from his hand.

  Even with my heels, it was still hard to reach where I wanted to on Leo. Crooking my finger, I had him bend down until he was right where I wanted him. Sprinkling the salt on his sweaty neck, I ran my tongue along the salt. Throwing back the tequila, I winced as it hit the back of my throat, but didn’t let it stop me from sucking on the lime that he held between his teeth.

  When I pulled back, the surrounding crowd cheered. Jordan was slapping Leo on the back. Camilla was the only one who didn’t seem to be happy. That was until she pulled Jordan to her and all but had sex with him on the dance floor.

  “Damn, I was not expecting that,” Leo smirked. “But game on.” He bent down until he was eye level with my boobs. “I’ve been wanting to get up close and personal with these girls since the pool.” Taking the salt from me, he sprinkled both breasts before he dipped down and ran the flat of his tongue over both breasts. Standing up, he took two shot glasses and down them both before he plopped a piece of lime in my mouth and dove, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

  Coming up for air, Leo grinned down at me. “I think we should move this over to a booth so I can lay you out and sample the goods. What do you think?” One eyebrow rose in challenge.

  Grabbing the salt, I started to move away. Looking over my shoulder, I stated. “Only if I can lick you anywhere I want.”

  “You’re on,” he mouthed. Picking up the tray of shots, Leo followed along behind me until I found a secluded spot with a booth. I sat down with my legs up on the seating and watched as Leo placed the tray down and got on his knees.

  “Hand me the salt, sweet thing. I want to see if you’re as sweet down here as you are up there.”

  Eagerly, I handed him the salt. His large hands gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the booth. Spreading my legs wide as he sprinkled the salt on my inner thigh. Not exactly where I wanted him, but we were out in public.

  “You smell damn fine, Everly, and while these short shorts are hot as fuck, I wish you had on a skirt so I could taste you out in public.” He rubbed his nose along the seam of my shorts.

  When his warm tongue licked up my inner thigh, I let out a moan, wanting his tongue somewhere a little further north.

  “Has anyone told you how good you taste?” I opened my mouth to answer when he placed one finger over my lips. “Don’t answer. I don’t want to know.”

  “Is it my turn to lick you? Or I mean take my shot,” I giggled. Leo hadn’t taken his shot after he licked me.

  Picking me up, he sat down and placed me on his lap, straddling him. “You can do whatever you want.”

  Nibbling on his ear, I asked. “What would you say if I wanted to lick you where you just licked me but a little higher up?”

  “Hey! We’re going to go back up to our room. You two have fun,” Jordan yelled as Camilla rubbed herself all over him and licked up his neck. When had they come over to the booth?

  Leo nodded as I waved to the retreating couple.

  Grinding my core onto his zipper for some much needed friction, I spoke in Leo’s ear. “They’re so going upstairs to have sex right now.”

  “Lucky man,” Leo muttered. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me down and ground me against his erection. “Why don’t we do the same?”

  “Have sex?” I panted, wanting nothing more.

  Licking and then suckin
g the shell of my ear, he asked. “Yeah, why not?”

  “What if I’m saving myself for marriage?” I asked, barely able to keep from laughing. I’d been all but fucking him in the club with my clothes on for the last thirty minutes or so.

  Placing both his hands to my hips, Leo stood holding me in place. He looked deep in thought before his large hands spanned my lower back, and then dipping his head down he kissed the corner of my mouth and up to the shell of my ear. “Will you marry me?”

  “Really?” I asked, excitedly grabbing onto his firm biceps and felt them flex underneath my fingertips.

  “Do you have a better offer?”

  No, I shook my head. Even though I’d only known Leo for a little more than twenty-four hours, I knew I’d never meet a better guy. It didn’t matter that I’d been drinking almost nonstop since I arrived or woke still drunk this afternoon.

  “Come on. Let’s go get married, so I can fuck you.”

  “Let’s do it.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and sealed it with a kiss that told me Leo was the one for me going by the way my body jolted when our lips met, or how incredibly soft his lips were as they melded to mine. He swayed us back and forth, but that was where the sweet ended. His tongue swept into my waiting mouth. I could taste the tequila and lime and something that was distinctly him, making me moan. One hand left my waist to cup my ass cheek and pull me further into his erection.

  Just as quickly as we were plastered together, Leo pulled away and dragged me out of the club by the hand. His quick strides had me running in the six-inch stilettos Camilla had convinced me to wear.

  Leo stopped abruptly, making me slam into his back and nearly fall on my ass. With quick reflexes, he turned around and caught me in his strong arms.

  “Why’d you stop?” I asked when he set me on my feet by the side of the road. Traffic was just as heavy at two in the morning as it was any other time of day. The lights seemed brighter as he looked left and then right.

  “I can’t remember where that wedding chapel is that we passed on the way from the restaurant to here.”