I know this is right.
I love, Ashley. I will always love Ashley.
“Are you having a good time?” I kiss her softly on the lips.
“I am now that you’re here.”
I snake my hand around to her behind. “You’re a terrible liar. I heard you laughing from the lobby.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles into my chest, and I widen my eyes at Natasha.
Natasha giggles and bites her bottom lip, sensing she’s in trouble.
“Oh, Ash. Come and show me this drink you’re having.” Adrian distracts her as he holds up the cocktail menu.
I quickly walk over to Natasha and Jenna. “A word in private, you two,” I whisper.
“Yes?” Natasha exclaims, too loud.
“Ssh!” I snap.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Jenna calls.
“Oh, me, too,” Tash whispers guiltily.
Joshua chuckles and I roll my eyes. They’re about as subtle as a Mack truck.
We walk around the corner, behind the potted plants, and I grab Natasha to stabilize her on her high heels. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper. “Ashley’s drunk.”
Natasha’s eyes widen in an over exaggerated way. “She is? We only had four drinks, though.”
I glare at her. “And so are you!”
She totters on her heels as she tries to concentrate. “This is true. I think I could be. Oops.” She points at me.
I roll my eyes and glance at my watch. “We still have three and a half hours. You need to sober her up.”
“Yes,” Jenna whispers. “We do.” She starts to bounce up and down on the spot. “Oh, I’m so excited, I might die.”
“Well, the two of you will definitely die if you don’t sober her up immediately,” I snap.
Natasha bubbles up a giggle and points to Jenna. “It’s all her fault. The cute bartender was flirting with her and making our drinks super-strong.”
Jenna laughs. “I need his number.”
“Oh my God. You so do,” Natasha whispers way too loudly.
“Shut up!” I snap. “Fucking focus. You have one fucking job. Get Ashley to 10AK nightclub at 10:30 p. m. sober!”
“Yes, sir.” Natasha giggles as she links arms with Jenna.
“Take her out for dinner and order water to drink. No more alcohol whatsoever,” I demand.
“Yes,” Jenna replies. “Good idea.” She kisses my cheek. “I’m on the job, Cameron. Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
Hmm. Jenna seems less drunk than the other two.
Natasha scrunches up her face and puts her hand on her hip. “Well, how the fuck are we supposed to say no more drinks to Ashley?”
“I don’t know. Figure it out!” I growl in a whisper.
I walk back around the corner to see Ashley laughing with Joshua. He glances up and smirks at me with a mischievous look in his eye. He knows this is a royal fuck up and he thinks it’s hilarious.
“We ready to go?” I ask. “I think the girls are going out for dinner now.”
“Yes,” Natasha blurts. “I’m starving.”
“Oh, me, too,” Jenna agrees.
Ashley screws up her face. “Really? I’m not hungry at all. Eating’s cheating. Nobody eats in Vegas.”
Joshua and Adrian burst out laughing and I inhale deeply.
This night will be the fucking death of me.
10AK NIGHTCLUB
11:00 p. m.
I watch the man talking to Ashley with my heart slamming against my chest.
This is it.
Everyone is over in the corner and the security guards are along the wall.
I grip the ring with white-knuckle force in my pocket.
Fuck.
I’ve never been so nervous.
I see Ashley start to look around for her friends.
Go-time.
Holy fucking fuck!
I make my way over to them. “Is there a problem here?” I ask.
“Who are you?” the guy sneers.
“None of your business,” I reply.
Ashley starts to look around for our security guards.
“Is this dead shit your husband?” the guy asks.
Ashley is looking around for the others as she gets nervous. “No this is.”
My heart hammers hard as I watch her, and I drop to my knee and pull out the ring.
She turns back to me and her eyes widen.
“I’d like to be your husband for real.” I grin up at her, full of hope. “This time in Vegas, things will be different.”
Tears fill her eyes and an unfamiliar emotion runs through me as I smile softly.
I wish I could bottle this moment.
She looks over to our friends, who are all bouncing on the spot.
“I should have trusted my gut instincts and taken you straight to the chapel and married you that night,” I whisper.
She puts her hands over her mouth in shock.
“Will you marry me, Ashley Tucker?”
She laughs and bends to kiss me. The crowd cheers around us.
Our faces are scrunched together, and she clings onto me with excitement. I stand and slowly slide the ring onto her finger. She holds her hand out to look at it and then looks back up at me.
“You didn’t answer me,” I whisper as I wrap her in my arms. “Say it out loud.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She laughs. “You are the best fake husband I could have ever asked for.”
Our lips meet as she wraps her arms around me and I know, without a doubt, that I am the luckiest man on Earth.
The morning sun peeks through the blinds and I can hear the birds chirping outside our window. The room is semi-dark, and the sound of Cam’s breathing as he sleeps is the only things to be heard. I hold out my hand and stare at the engagement ring on my finger, a broad smile crossing my face.
I can’t believe it.
I actually cannot believe it.
I’m getting married, and not married to just anybody-I’m getting married to Cameron Stanton, the man of my dreams-the man of every woman’s dreams.
How did I ever score this? I thought I was simply getting a slutty, hot hookup in Vegas and I somehow ended up pregnant… to someone who turned out to be the perfect male specimen.
What were the chances?
How in the heck has everything that was once so wrong turned out to be so right?
It’s been a week today since Cam asked me to marry him with the perfect Vegas proposal, in the same place, at the same time, in the same scenario as we first met. I have floated through seven blissful days, and even though Cam and I are always tight, and things are normally pretty great between us, I feel like this week has been a turning point.
We can’t get enough of each other.
Literally.
We kiss in the car like school kids. I don’t want to go anywhere without him and he has been looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world. It’s as if a new, deeper level of intimacy has been reached between us. He was so proud this week to tell everyone that we are getting married. I can’t wait to be his wife.
We’re getting married!
It feels like now we know that this really is forever, everything has changed and somehow become deeper.
I bring my hand closer to my face, study my ring, and I smile. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Exactly what I would have picked, even if it is a bit big. Cameron was concerned it wasn’t big enough.
Typical Cameron.
“Will you stop looking at that ring?” Cameron whispers huskily.
I turn and softly kiss him on the lips. “I can’t.” I turn back and study it again. “I still can’t believe you asked me to marry you.”
“Hmm,” he hums sleepily with his eyes closed. “How else am I ever going to get you to grant me anal sex?”
My mouth falls open in shock and I burst out laughing. “Every single time your romance score rises, you open your stupid big mouth and crash-tackle it back to zero.”
He smiles with his eyes still closed. “Well…” He brings his hand up to behind his head. “You did say that you were saving your ass for your husband.”
I giggle and kiss his big, stupid lips.
He raises his eyebrow. “And I am a goal-orientated man, you know.”
I laugh. “I think you told me about your goals on the first night you met me.” I smile and look back at my ring. “When you wanted to consummate our fake marriage.”
He rolls over quickly so that he’s on top of me. “That’s when you told me you were saving yourself for your husband.” His dark eyes drop to my lips.
“You’re not my husband yet,” I whisper.
He bends and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it to him. “I’m going to be your husband very soon.” He reaches down and circles his fingers over my clitoris, and then as his eyes hold mine he slides two fingers deep into my sex. My back arches off the bed in approval.
I watch him watching me.
He slowly pulses his thick fingers in and out as he watches my face in wonder. His lips move to my ear and he bites down hard. I wince at the feel of his teeth on my skin.
“When I’m your wife you can do whatever you want with me,” I breathe.
His eyes flicker with arousal. “I intend to,” he whispers. “And you’re going to love every fucking hard inch of it.” He pushes three fingers in aggressively, and I moan in pleasure. He starts to work me hard, then harder, and the bed is rocking as I ride his thick, strong fingers.
“Do you like that, Bloss?” he whispers as he watches my face. “My dirty little fiancée.”
I smile and close my eyes. God, he’s so good at this.
G spot… every damn time.
He strokes it, pumps it and stretches me wide, causing my mouth to drop open from the pleasure. “Oh…” I moan, my legs opening farther without instruction. I need him deeper. “God,” I whimper. He’s been touching me for all of two minutes and I already can’t take a second more.
I need him now.
He slides beneath the blankets and my eyes fall to the open door. “Cam, the door,” I breathe.
He goes lower and lower, and he nips my hipbones with his teeth. I jump off the bed and bring my hands to the back of his head. He throws my legs over his broad shoulders and drops his lips to my sex. I hear him inhale deeply and my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, he’s so damn hot. Then he really starts to go to town. Long, deep licks tease me, followed by a slow suck and then a nibble of my clitoris… the perfect trifecta.
Again and again.
Cameron Stanton is the king of oral.