Page 19 of Meant For Love
“When I have kids, I want to be a stay-at-home wife. I want to put my career on the back burner while I become the PTA president or whatever it is they are called. I want to go on field trips and drive them to school and pick them up. I want to be there when they have horrible days because a kid was being mean to them, and I’m not too afraid to say I’ll go toe-to-toe with their mother if they pick on my kids.” She’s so fucking gorgeous that I can’t say a word. “I want to be there when they have the best day and have them tell me all about it. I want to do all of those things. That’s what I want. I also want a man who will be okay with me staying home and doing that and not look down at it, thinking it’s going to be a walk in the park. I want a healthy sex life.” She shrugs. “You know, the basics.”
“Then you should marry me.” I say the words I’ve wanted to say to her since the first time I met her, and she smiled at me. “I don’t know if I can give you all of that, but I know I can give you the whole picture in color, and what I can’t give you I’m going to bust my ass to give you.” Her mouth gapes open. “I will give you the white picket fence, the two point five babies. You can stay home, work part-time, whatever you want to do, you do, but I want to go on the record by saying that I want an above-average, healthy sex life.”
I wait for her to say something, and her laughter fills the bar. “Yeah, right.”
I sit up, putting my glass on the table beside hers, turning to her, my hand slipping off her lap. “I’m one thousand percent serious right now. Marry me, Zoey.”
“No way.” She sits up, not turning to me, her head moving side to side as if she can’t believe what I’m saying. “Are you crazy?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” I tell her the truth, my heart hammering in my chest as I make the biggest deal of my life. “Marry me.” I see her hand shaking a bit as she stares at me. “Come on, Zoey, it’ll be fun.”
She pffts at me, but I move closer to her, my hand coming up to touch her face. My thumb rubs over her cheek like I’ve done a million times in my head. “Come on, Zoey, live a little,” I urge, getting closer to her, our knees touching each other. “Make all my dreams come true, and then watch me make yours come true.” I put my forehead to hers. I’ve never even kissed this woman, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. “Marry me.” She puts her hand on my wrist, her touch soaring through my body. “What do you say, Zoey, will you marry me?”
I don’t know how long I wait. I don’t even know if I’m breathing. I don’t know how many people are around us. I don’t hear the slot machines or the laughter from nearby people. I don’t see anything but her eyes turning a soft green gray, and I don’t hear anyone’s voice but hers when she whispers, “Okay.”
Eight
Nash
It’s as if the room around us comes to a standstill, or at least that’s what it feels like. I hear myself breathing, or better yet panting. I swear I hear every single thump of my heart beating as I wait for her answer. Willing her to say yes, silently begging her to say yes. Praying to whoever is listening to me or looking down at all the sinners in Vegas. One beat, two beats, three beats, and I see her lick her lips, and then as if the gates of heaven open and angels start to sing, she whispers, “Okay.”
The heart beating in my chest soars, and I move my head to the side, slamming my mouth down on hers. Her mouth parts in shock, making it easy for my tongue to slide into her mouth, and when it does, it’s as if I’m soaring. Her tongue hungrily twirls with mine as we both take what the other is giving. My hands never leave her face, and I angle my head to the side to deepen the kiss. Her hands come out to grip the lapels of my jacket, pulling me toward her. If we weren’t in the middle of a busy bar, I would have pulled her on top of me. I rub my nose with hers as I disengage from the kiss. Her eyes flutter open as I see her lips are wet, making me lean in and suck the lower one into my mouth while my tongue comes back out to invade her mouth for a second time before I let the kiss go again. Her eyes remain closed for a good two seconds before she opens them. “We have to go.” She stares at me as I drop my hands from her face and pull the phone out of my pocket. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” she asks as she stands beside me and bends down to collect her purse from the table in front of her.
“We’re going to get married.” I reach for her hand, and she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she slides her hand in mine as we walk through the crowd to the exit. I’m practically running out of the hotel, and looking over my shoulder, I see her giggle. The lightness in her eyes is everything, and I have to stop moving. She crashes into me, but it’s worth it. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this ever since I met you,” I tell her as I put one hand on her hip and the other on her neck.
“What?” she asks, her eyes roaming my face.
“Kiss you whenever the fuck I want,” I share before I tilt my head to the side and make out with her in the middle of the lobby. People zoom by all around us, but I’m lost in her taste. The kiss is long, it’s wet, and it’s fucking glorious. “Fuck,” I curse when I let her go.
“Was that not good?” she asks, leaning into me, my hand on her hip going to the top of her ass.
“That was so good that if we don’t leave, I’m going to fuck you on that table.” I motion with my head to the side where a round table sits.
She laughs with her hand on my chest. “Nash, that kiss was good”—she tilts her head to the side—“but it wasn’t panty-melting.” She nips the bottom of my jaw. “I think you can do better.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, and her eyes go darker, “I’m making it my goal for you to try to remember a time my mouth wasn’t attached to you.”
“Now is a good time to start.” She tilts her head back, waiting for my kiss, and I don’t let her wait long. Whereas the last kiss was hard and wet, this one is just as wet but softer until she presses her tits into my chest. Then my hand on the top of her ass goes south, grabbing her ass and squeezing it while I pull her to me. Both of us moan at the same time, drowning out the other one.
“How’s that for a start?” I bend to kiss her neck.
“I mean, it’s a start.” She winks at me as I turn to walk out of the venue and toward our hotel. We zigzag through the crowd, her hand never leaving mine while we go through the revolving door together. Her laughter makes my hard cock turn to granite. I walk over to the concierge desk, and the man looks up at me with a smile.
“Good evening,” he greets us. “How can I help you?” He looks at me, and then at Zoey standing right beside me.
“We want to get married,” I reply to the man, and Zoey turns from beside me, moving her fingers in mine so she’s got her front against my side. “Now.”
I want to say the man is surprised by this request, but it’s Vegas, and I’m sure he gets asked this hourly. “I see,” he says. “Well, let’s start with the first thing. I’m assuming you are both over the age of eighteen.” I don’t have to answer because Zoey snorts from beside me. “You both need a valid driver’s license, passport, or Social Security card.”
We untangle from each other. My hand goes to the wallet in my inside pocket, tossing the
license on the top of his counter. Looking over, I see Zoey toss hers right next to mine. He nods at us. “The marriage license fee is seventy-seven dollars,” he states, and I toss my black credit card right next to the other two. “Perfect, now you need to take the marriage license application to the Clark County Marriage Bureau,” he instructs, looking at his watch. “You have about two hours until they close.” He holds up his finger but only to pick up his phone. “Good evening, this is Curtis from the Bellagio. I have a couple who are on their way to pick up a marriage license.” He stops talking. “I can email you all their documents to start the process, but they will be handing in the original one, as well as their two pieces of ID.” He looks at us and smiles.
“Yes,” Zoey says from beside me, “I think that’s a good sign.”
He hangs up the phone and looks at me. “Okay, I need you both to fill this out while I scan your IDs,” he directs, handing us a form. “While you do this, I will also have a driver ready to take you there and wait for you.”