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“I do,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Well, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go ahead and kiss.”
Selena opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t wait. I grabbed her by the waist, bent her slightly back, and kissed her hard on the lips.
Shivers ran like explosions through my body as I kissed the girl. My cock was straining against my damn jeans as she put her hands on my biceps and kissed me back. We melted together into that kiss, and I completely forgot for a second that she wasn’t really my wife, that this wasn’t a real wedding.
Because that kiss felt pretty fucking real to me. It felt pretty real and pretty fucking intense, and it just kept going.
Finally, the old guy cleared his throat. I stood back up and let Selena go. Her whole face was red, and she stared at me with a look I knew so well from seeing it on so many other women in my life.
It was lust, pure lust. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and I knew it.
“Pictures are available up front, and the license will come in the mail within five business days,” the old guy said.
“Thanks,” I said, and handed him a twenty. He went to say something, but I was already sweeping Selena down the aisle and toward the exit.
I wanted to get the fuck out of there before I couldn’t contain myself anymore, before I pressed Selena down against a pew and fucked her until she screamed my name right then and there.
“Pictures?” the woman at reception said as we moved past.
“The works,” I said. “Add it to the bill and mail it to me.”
She nodded, smiling, and I hustled Selena out into the Las Vegas afternoon.
Once there, she whirled on me. “What the hell was that?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I said innocently.
“That kiss,” she hissed. “You kissed me.”
“That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“We’re not really married,” she said. I could tell that lust was gone, completely replaced with anger.
“Technically,” I said, “we are.”
“No kissing,” she said. “No touching, no staring, none of that.”
“If you didn’t want me to stare, you shouldn’t have worn that dress,” I said.
“I just wanted to look good for this.”
“And you really fucking do.”
“Nash,” she said seriously. “This is business.”
“Don’t act like that kiss doesn’t have your pussy soaking wet.
“Nash!”
“Okay, pretend all you want. But I saw that look; I felt that kiss. You want my big cock between those pretty legs. You want me to fuck you until you forget your own damn name.”
“Cut it out,” she said, but with less force.
“As soon as you admit that you want to wrap your legs around my face and let me suck that clit until you scream for more.”
“Okay, you can’t—” she said, but I stopped her. My phone was vibrating for the hundredth time that morning, and I knew exactly who it was. “What?” Selena said, annoyed.
“It’s my publicist,” I said. “I need to take it.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms and looked away, annoyed.
I picked up the phone. “Livy,” I said.
“Where the fuck are you, Nash?” she snapped. “You get lost again?”
“Guess who got married?”
There was a pause and then she groaned. “You didn’t.”
“I am a happily married man.”
“Where are you?” she asked again. “We can fix whatever you did later.”
“I’m in Las Vegas.”
“What?” she said, clearly angry. I held the phone away from my ear as she yelled for two solid minutes. I was pretty sure she never took a breath, which was beyond impressive.
Finally, there was a pause. “Can I speak?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, still angry.
“I’m in Las Vegas with my new wife, Selena Wood. Start crafting a press release. The pictures and the marriage license will show up at the publisher’s office in a few days.”
“Are you serious about this?”
“I am very serious,” I said.
“This is crazy, even for you.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But what can I say? I’m deep, deep in love with this girl.” I glanced at Selena, but she didn’t look at me.
“Seriously?” Livy asked, skeptical.
“Seriously. We couldn’t wait to make this official.”
She sighed. “Look, I already canceled your stuff for today. Can you meet me in New York by tonight?”
“I can, sure,” I said. “First flight out.”
“Fine.” She paused. “Don’t do anything else until I see you.”
“Bye, Livy.” I hung up the phone.
“Everything okay?” Selena asked.
“Hell no,” I said, laughing. “I just ditched out on some obligations to randomly marry a stranger. Things are definitely not okay.”
She frowned. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
I grinned at her. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, wife.” I began walking toward the strip. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get our stuff and then to fly to New York.”
She fell in behind me without saying another word.
