“So what do you say?” I study Sam’s outstretched hand. “Partners?”
“All I have to do is sign the papers?”
“Yep.”
“Sam, can I borrow your car?” He looks at me strangely, probably wondering if I hit my head when I fell. “I need to do something before I sign those. I promise I’ll sign them as soon as I’m back.”
“Why my car?”
“Because I need to fit six people in it and drive to Vegas. I want to marry Lexi while I’m still a broke ass idiot artist.”
* * *
We get to the hotel and it’s almost one in the morning, which is early for Vegas. But we need a marriage license and the office closed at midnight. We filled out the forms online while Chase drove and Dani booked hotel rooms for all of us. Now we’re supposed to get some sleep before we pick up the damn license in the morning and find Elvis. That’s seven hours from now.
“Wow, Dani really knows how to pick ‘em, doesn’t she?” Lexi asks as we survey the small motel room. “I mean, I know we’re living the broke artist dream for another day or two, but this is a little?—”
Before she can finish, I pull her against me and she lets out one of her little squeaks. I fight with the stupid sling until she helps me take it off, and then I’m cupping her face and practically shoving my tongue down her throat. It’s not romantic. This room isn’t romantic. The whole situation isn’t romantic. It’s desperate and dirty and absolutely us. We’re making it work.
She helps me pull my shirt off and I pick her up, not giving a shit about how much it hurts to do so, and carry her to the bed. She crawls back on her elbows and looks up at me. I’m sure she’s just looking at a wild, insatiable stare. Then she giggles.
“What?”
“You.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“You have your arm in a cast and your ribs still aren’t healed and you’re trying to throw me onto the bed and have your way with me?”
“Yeah, that did kind of hurt.” I rub my side. “But…we haven’t…I mean. We haven’t done more than a little making out since…fuck. I don’t even know when.”
She gets up on her knees and reaches out, balling my shirt up in her fist and pulling me toward her. “Take off your fucking clothes and get in the damn bed.” She moves away from me and off the bed.
“Where are you—” There’s a knock at the door and she winks at me as she goes to answer it. I hear a voice; It sounds like Bex. Someone passes a small bag into the room and my eyes narrow suspiciously when Lexi hides it behind her back. “Do I want to know?”
“You’ll never find out if you don’t get the fuck on the bed.”
She disappears into the bathroom, and I start desperately trying to undress. It’s not easy with my wrist still fucked up and when she pokes her head out, I’m fighting with my fucking fly. I stare up at her in a desperate plea.
“I tried!”
“I know. It’s close enough. I’ll take care of the rest later. Lay down on your back.”
I throw myself onto the bed. Not the best of decisions, but that seems to be the role I’m playing. Lexi crawls up from the end of the bed in this absolutely jaw dropping, hard on inducing lingerie. It’s got lace and straps and things I can’t even comprehend. It pushes her tits up in these perfectly overflowing cups and makes her ass look phenomenal. I wipe my mouth, convinced that I’m drooling.
She stops right over my cock and smirks. “We’ll take care of that next. But first…you look hungry, Jamie.”
I can’t even speak, and the moan she rips out of me when she traces my abs with her tongue. I hope none of our people are sharing walls with us tonight. She continues up my body as my hands explore all of her I can reach. She’s fucking amazing and if she keeps this up, I’ll be coming in my damn pants.
My head rocks back onto the pillow when her tongue slides over my nipple and she palms my cock. I’m not exactly quiet in bed. I never have been, but fuck—I’ve never been this loud before.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.”
“So are you, pretty boy.” The nickname has me seeing double as my head spins. “Tonight, I’m going to make you sing for me.”
“I will always sing for you, Cherry Blossom.” I see the flicker in her eyes. “Every damn day. But first, why don’t you come up here, straddle my head, and let me taste that perfectly sweet pussy.”
She moves over me carefully, clearly unsure of herself. “James, what if I…”
