Page 78 of The Betrayal

“Yup, sounds about right…” I take another sip of my drink.

“Wow.” He runs his hand through his hair, “I thought it was weird when I stole Sage from my dad and my dad started dating Sage’s old club friend.”

“I dunno... yours is a bit weird.”

“Mate, don’t. Mine is not even close to being as fucked up as your situation,” and he lets out a throaty laugh.

“Fair, fair,” I nod.

“Still fucked up though,” he shrugs his shoulder up.

“Totally.”

The evening slips away a little too easily, but I am grateful to be back up in the room with my wife.

My wife.

Mine.

“So, wife, what would you like to do?”

“Ride you then sleep?” she purrs, and I definitely was not expecting that.

“Jump on baby, ride me good, milk me for everything I have, and I promise I will snuggle you all night.”

“You’re on big boy,” she winks before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door.

She comes out dressed in white lingerie, looking like a damn angel. Not only did she promise to ride me which was more than good enough, she got on her pretty knees and sucked my cock until I came down her pretty throat. I feasted on her till her legs were trembling and I was sure she was going to squirt. She’s got it in her, I just need to coax it out.

Then once she had caught her breath, she rode me like a fucking pro and took me for everything I had.

I filled her pretty cunt full of me, then made sure that every last ounce was pushed back inside of her. And as promised, once she had wrecked me not once, but twice, I spooned her all night and had the best fucking night’s sleep ever.

Today was our last day in Vegas before we flew home tonight, and I’m not going to lie, I was sad. I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I liked that we were in our bubble and as soon as the jet hits the tarmac tonight, the bubble will be popped, and life will just go back to what is was before. Only now we were married, and she was pregnant.

The shit will be sure to hit the fan when we get home.

Big time.

“Anything you want to do?” She asks, her hand looped in mine and it’s just the two of us. Killian and Reese are on their way home already and he promised me his lips are sealed.

“Just enjoy every single second before we’re back home in New York,” I sigh.

“It’s been amazing… right?” she was hesitant to ask me that and I have no idea why.

“It’s been more than amazing Blossom, one of the best damn vacations I have been on,” and she spins round to face me, arms wrapped round my middle as she presses up on her tip toes and kisses me.

I don’t want this moment to end.

But like everything, it must end eventually, whether we want it to or not.

On our way to the airport, my mind flashed back to our afternoon. Lunch at the Eiffel Tower and we had the most amazing views of the Bellagio fountains and I was sad that we were actually going home now. Four hours and fifty minutes of our bubble left.

That’s it.

And I am truly gutted to my core.

Gutted.