Mason lets out another hungry moan as he pulls me closer into his mouth, tasting my aftershocks as they come quick and fast. Panting, I fall back against the icy cold mirror once again.
Mason slowly climbs to a stand and wipes the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. I stare up at him dizzily with my eyes filled with moisture. He slips my black, lacy panties from his pocket, sliding one heel at a time through them, until they’re back where they’re supposed to be around my waist.
“A deal is a deal.” His eyes flare. “Just so you’re aware of my future intentions, that is happening again.”
My throat feels like it’s closing when I begin to speak. “Um, yes. Okay.” My words come out breathy. I catch a glimpse of my hair in our reflections behind us.Shit. It’s a mess. The loose waves that took almost an hour to create are now tangled and mismatched.
“See you out there,” Mason says, heading to the door.
I promptly get to my feet, smoothing out my now wrinkled dress back down my wobbly legs. “Wait. You’re not going to wash up first?”
He pauses right before his hand falls on the doorknob. “No.” He shakes his head, smiles, and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
This is the best wedding I have ever been to.
Chapter Twenty-one
Mason
Itouched down in Las Vegas for Jess and Harry’s combined bachelor and bachelorette party. It is a bit strange that this weekend is happeningaftertheir wedding, but with the chaos of the restaurant opening and the planning of their wedding, it made more sense for everyone to celebrate when things calmed down a bit.
There are about ten of us all together. We are packed with events for the weekend, including high-priced restaurants and pool parties. Even men in their late twenties still party like we’re in college. The difference now is that we all have bigger wallets and more expensive taste.
I can’t say that I was surprised that Harry and Jess chose Vegas for their bachelor and bachelorette weekend as most people do; it just wouldn’t have been my first choice. Although it has been fun organizing everything for Harry. We’ve been to quite a few bachelor parties together over the years, and some have been pretty shitty, so I went into it planning like it was my own—because it’s not like I’ll be getting married anytime soon.I can enjoy myself at Harry’s expense, then go home and still be single.
Even though I created an itinerary for the group, I have no intention of following it. I plan to bury myself inside Bailey for the entire weekend—completely uninterrupted. Harry will assume that I found some random woman to hook up with and will most likely not even care that I’m absent from the festivities. I upgraded to a suite for both nights, and I plan on taking advantage of her on top of every surface of that room. She just doesn’t know any of this yet.
I keep replaying my rash decision not to wear a condom the last time we had sex. She told me she’s on the pill, and I trust her fully that she’s safe. I’ve always been more careful than that in the past, but at the moment, I needed to feel her, and I was tired of using a shitty bag. It was worth every minute. Every time before felt like such a tease, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
The tricky part is that now that I’ve experienced what her insides actually feel like, all I want to do is die in there. I was like a teenager again, about to blow the second I got in, and based on the way she moaned and yelled my name, I’m sure she was pretty satisfied with the sudden change of plans.
We’re both not sleeping with other people, so why not?
I also never planned on going down on her, but when I did at Harry’s wedding, I was like a dog with a bone—I couldn’t get enough. I tasted and smelled her on me the rest of the night. It was fucking glorious.
Since most of us are arriving in town at different times today, we plan to meet at the hotel lobby for drinks right before the group dinner reservations later tonight.
The rideshare drops me off at the front of the hotel. Walking through the doors, I immediately see everyone standing around the check-in counter. The bright lights, massive water fountain, and the sounds of the slot machines greet me as I walk in. As Ihead over to them, I immediately scan the group, searching for the only reason that I’m excited about this weekend.
But I don’t see her.
There are supposed to be ten of us, and I only see nine, including myself.
Where the hell is Bailey?
Without announcing my arrival or greeting any of my friends, I make a beeline right for Lina and Piper. They’re standing off to the side and look like they’re about to head to the club in the middle of the afternoon, wearing high heels and mini dresses with their matching black airline bags pulled to the side.
“Where is Bailey?” I ask without even saying hello.
Piper turns to me first. “Oh, hi, Mason.”
But Lina is the one who answers. “Luca is sick, so she stayed home with him.”
“He’s sick? Is he okay?”
“She said it was just a head cold. Honestly, I don’t think she really wanted to come anyway. B doesn’t really like Vegas.” Piper crinkles her nose.
“We were just going to hang out at the spa and drink mimosas for the next two days anyway,” Lina adds.
