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Prologue
Riley
My entire body feels as if I’ve been plowed down by a heavy ass tractor. Even trying to roll over makes me ache, and when I blink my eyes open, I realize I’m in my hotel room at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. The wide-open curtains allow the unforgiving sun to shine through the windows, blaring in my face.
“Fuuuuuck,” I mutter as my head throbs, and I curse myself for how much I drank last night. Diesel, my best friend since grade school, turned twenty-one two days ago, and a weekend trip to Vegas was my gift to him. I’m fourteen months older and felt it was my duty to get him shit-faced in Sin City. Getting away was the only way to properly celebrate his birthday, considering we bust our asses working on the ranch six days a week. If he’s feeling the same way I am, then mission accomplished.
Chuckling to myself, then groaning at how badly it hurts to laugh, I attempt to slide out of bed, but my arm is stuck under a body. Blinking, I realize a woman is lying against me.
With dirty blond hair and sun-kissed skin, she looks like a goddess sprawled out under the sheets that rest at her bare waist. Looking down, I see we’re both naked, and flashes of last night flood my mind.
Zoey. Thinking for a moment, I’m almost positive that’s her name. At least I hope.
I first saw her with a group of girls at a club when I dared Diesel to participate in an amateur stripper night. Miraculously, we ran into each other again, but now, she’s here with me. My head pounds, but I try to ignore the pain as I recall all the details.
Oh God.
Glancing around, I check to make sure Diesel’s not on the other bed nor on the floor. We’re alone, thankfully. As carefully as I can, I pull my arm from underneath Zoey, but before I successfully slide from under the sheets, she rolls over and wraps an arm around me and snuggles in closer.
Holy fucking hell.
Her tits are on full display as she hikes a leg over my waist, brushing over my dick. Which is now hard, thanks to her.
“Good morning,” she says in the sexiest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard. Without opening her eyes, she smiles and rubs her head against my chest, causing my heart to rapidly beat.
“Uh, mornin’,” I reply, swallowing hard. Within a second, Zoey’s eyes pop open, and her grin falls as she takes in the room and then me.
“Oh my God!” She looks down at our naked bodies and groans. “Oh shit.” She gives me a small smile and shakes her head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Chuckling, I rest a hand behind my head, and she removes herself from me. “It’s okay. I didn’t have the best first reaction, either. Zoey, right?” I feel like an ass for having to ask, but my memory is foggy as fuck. I know I drank a shit ton last night, but I’ll never forget the way she squeezed her tight pussy around my dick.
She looks up at me, then grabs the sheet and pulls it to her neck, covering that sexy body I could stare at all morning. “Yeah,” she confirms. “R-something?” She winces, then blushes, looking flustered as hell, which I find adorable. “I feel like a two-dollar whore. I’m so sorry. My damn head feels like someone pounded a hundred nails into it.”
“Riley,” I supply. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’. Though, I would’ve happily paid more than a couple of bucks.” I flash her a wink when she glances at me and chuckles at the reality of our situation. Sitting up, she wraps the sheet around her, and I can’t help but admire how gorgeous she is. I might’ve woken up fuzzy, but the moment we fell into bed together will forever be burned into my memory.
And the…wait. I hold up my left hand and stare at the gold band around my ring finger. Memories flash through my head like photographs, nearly leaving me speechless.
“Uh, Zoey,” I say slowly, repositioning myself.
“I’m just gonna find my clothes and do the walk of shame outta here. I’m sure you want your hotel room back,” she says as if I was about to kick her out.
“Did we, uh…did we…?” I stutter as I remember the white chapel and Diesel’s revenge dare.
“We both woke up naked in bed, so I’m quite sure we did…”
“That’s not what I’m asking.” I blow out a sharp breath and brush a hand through my hair. “Do you have a ring on your finger?”
Zoey immediately holds out her left hand and gasps. A simple but elegant gold band. She turns toward me and looks at my hand. “Oh God, I remember now.”
“Was it really legal?”
“We signed a license and said vows, so yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re legally married now.” She sucks in her lower lip, then chews on it.
