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I was now married to Anton Waters. I was now his wife, and I still didn't really know anything about him. Except that he had a seemingly magical cock that could make me do anything he wanted. That was not a good thought to have. Reaching down, I wiped myself, and felt the residue of our fuck-session in the limo. Yuck. I needed a shower. A hot shower. And I needed to talk to someone.
I flushed, washed my hands, and exited the bathroom. In the light of the strip, the suite was illuminated, if not as bright as day then at least to the brightness of a full moon. Squinting, I poked my way around, hoping against hope that someone had given me more than three seconds' thought and brought my purse up. At last I spotted it on the kitchen counter, snugged into a corner and looking very out of place on the fine granite. Digging inside it I sighed with relief when I found my phone.
I flipped it on and found it still had quite a bit of battery left. I hightailed it back to the half-bath, shut the door, and called Sadie.
She picked up on the third ring.
“Hey, girl,” she drawled. “How'd dress shopping go?”
“I'm married,” I blurted.
She didn't answer for a moment. Then: “What?”
“I'm married,” I repeated.
“What?”
“Married, Sadie. Married.”
“I fucking heard you the first time!” she snapped. “What I want to know is... What? And... like, how?”
“I don't know,” I snapped back. “It's all kind of a blur.”
“Jesus fuck, Lis. When I said you needed to get married in the next twenty-four hours before I drunk-blabbed it, I didn't fucking mean it.”
“Well it wasn't my idea,” I said, and I briefly outlined the sequence of events that had led to a sudden elopement in Vegas.
“So what you're saying is you gave him a blowjob so amazing that he had to marry you right then and there?” Sadie asked when I was done.
“No!” Memories of Anton's traumatized face flashed across my mind and I shuddered. “No, nothing like that. It was like a spur of the moment thing, I guess.”
“I guess,” she said. “You didn't tell me you were sleeping with him already.”
“I'm not,” I said. “I mean, I wasn't. I... shit, I don't know. All I know is that he is super hot and we were kind of all over each other since the first day we met. But we didn't do, l
ike, The Deed until after we were married.”
She started to laugh. “You waited to have sex until you were married?” she howled at me. “Oh my god, that's rich.”
“Shut up! It wasn't my choice,” I said. “I'd have fucked him five minutes after meeting him if he'd let me. And we've done other things.”
“You didn't tell me that before.”
“It didn't seem important.”
“You really are a ditz,” Sadie said. “Of course it's important. He's really into you. You don't think that's a big deal somehow? Like, I don't know, it might have an impact on your marriage?”
Okay, truthfully, I hadn't really thought it out that far. And it hadn't seemed like the sort of thing you needed for a stable marriage. Huge libidos, I had always thought, seemed like they were less likely to make a marriage work. Just look at my parents.
“I don't know if he's into me or just wants a wife,” I said.
“I thought you were going to talk to him about that or something.”
“I don't remember.”
“Shit.” I heard her sigh over the line. “You don't remember a lot. What, does his semen contain some kind of mind-altering drug?”
I hesitated. “Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe,” I said.
