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A painful knot is in my throat, and no amount of clearing my throat will get rid of it.
“What part of me is traditional?” A tear falls down my cheek that he brushes away, and I give him a shy smile.
He laughs and kisses me quickly. “You do have my teeth marks tattooed on your neck.”
“It was really my way of proposing.” I chuckle and wrap my arm around his waist, glad to have the tension broken. “Surprised you didn’t realize that.”
He kisses me again, just a soft press of his lips on mine, before the smile falls again and that serious expression takes over. My poor Pauly is always so serious.
“And you’re okay keeping it quiet for now?” He brushes his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of you, but I’m not ready to come out yet. To have to explain myself to everyone.”
“I’ll wait as long as I have to. You’re worth it.” I turn my face and kiss his palm so he smiles at me again.
“Let’s do this.”
When we get inside, there is a line of couples waiting to fill out paperwork with a woman with very fake blonde hair, a skintight red plastic dress, and those super tall clear plastic shoes that strippers wear.
I want to be her best friend. I can only imagine the stories she has to tell.
One couple is a man and woman, him in a lime green Speedo while she’s in a white-and-red striped string bikini top and denim shorts so short I’m betting her flaps are out. Both are covered in tattoos that were probably drawn by a toddler, and I’m betting neither of them have been sober in a decade. They are all over each other, and I’m pretty sure I just saw her nipple.
Vegas is amazing.
I slide my hand into Paul’s hoodie pocket, and he slides his in from the other side, holding my hand and sending me a knowing smirk. While I can’t imagine any of our teammates coming in here, I’m still hesitant to hold hands with him in here.
Out on the street, he kissed me. He made that move, not me. If someone saw us, that would be on him, and we would deal with it, but I don’t want to be the reason he’s outed before he’s ready.
Our relationship has moved really fast, I know that, but at the same time it’s been so slow. We’ve known each other for years, have been roommates for months. We know all the bad and good parts of each other and love each other anyway.
Despite it all.
And I have his teeth tattooed on my neck. If that doesn’t say I’m committed to this, I don’t know what does.
The lady calls us up—Ashley, according to her name tag—and looks between us.
“You marrying each other or just filling out the paperwork for the lucky lady?” She snaps her bubble gum, but I don’t get any judgment from her either way. I’m sure she’s seen it all.
“Each other,” Paul says, and she hands over the paperwork for us to fill out, checks our IDs, and processes the payment.
“Do you have a witness, or do you need one?” She clicks something on her computer.
“Uh.” We look at each other. We didn’t think of that. “We’ll need one,” we say together.
“No problem.” She inputs something into the computer, checks the paperwork, then hands us an “unofficial” marriage certificate to use until we get the real one in the mail, and gives us the one for the officiate and witness to sign.
Holy shit. This is really real.
Excitement swirls in my stomach, and the urge to do something weird is so fucking strong, but I don’t want to embarrass him, so I hold it in.
“Chapel two.” She points over her shoulder. “Elvis will be with you in about fifteen minutes along with a witness. Congratulations.”
Paul grabs the papers and my hand, leading me inside the room with a big smile on his face and love shining from his eyes.
With the door closed, he turns on me and pulls me into a deep, demanding kiss.
“I love you,” he whimpers against my lips before fucking my mouth with his tongue. It’s urgent and erotic, a sensual dance that is driven by instincts and hormones. It’s intoxicating, and I want so much more. I’m hard and aching in a matter of seconds, and it doesn’t matter that I came an hour ago. I want him again. Here. Now. He grinds his cock against me, desperate, needy sounds coming from him.
I would give anything to be in a private room right now with him, let him take everything he needs from me until he’s weak and sated. He can have every part of me. I have no walls anymore, nothing to hide. Not from him. Never from him, never again.
