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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.
Before I can respond, the hotel door swings open, and Diesel walks in looking way too fucking chipper.
“Hey, lovebirds!” The door slams behind him, and Zoey and I both wince at the noise. “How are the newlyweds feelin’ this morning?”
“Fucker,” I grumble. “Did you seriously dare me to get married last night?” I grab the comforter off the bed and wrap it around my waist so I’m somewhat decent.
Diesel’s booming laughter is all the confirmation I need. I’m gonna murder him in his sleep.
“Your mama’s gonna kill you,” he says, still chuckling. “And your grandma.”
“Try both at the same time.” I huff.
“Sorry to break up the honeymoon, but we gotta go. Pack your shit,” Diesel says, rushing around the room and shoving his things into his suitcase.
“Now?” I gape, turning and looking at Zoey, who’s grabbing her little panties off the floor. She seems embarrassed as hell, but I wish she wasn’t. So adventurous and spontaneous, she brought out the best in me, and we had a blast together.
“Flight’s in an hour, and we still gotta get there and through security. We’ll be lucky to make it on time at this point,” Diesel says, glancing at this phone. The time constraint is ruining my ability to talk to her about this, about us. I don’t want to go, but fuck, I have to.
As Zoey picks up her bra, I round the bed and tilt her chin up so I can look into her eyes. “I’m sorry, I wish I could stay. But they’re expecting us at work tomorrow, and it’s a long drive from the airport to the ranch. Can we exchange numbers, at least?”
