Page 21 of Meant For Love
Nine
Zoey
My head turns to the side, and I can feel my head pounding as my eyes try to open, but they feel like they weigh over a hundred pounds. I open my mouth and then close it, trying to get some saliva so I can swallow, but it feels like I’m in the desert on the hottest day of the year, and someone threw sand in my mouth. The moan escapes me when I finally do crack them open a bit, the light from the sun almost blinds me, making me close my eyes again.
I try to get up, and the minute I lift my head, my body falls back down into the mattress like a dead weight. “I’m never drinking again,” I mumble the words, taking a deep inhale before trying it again. But this time, as soon as I sit up in bed, I open my eyes and immediately go down. It isn’t even a fight at this point. I also do it because my head spins, and then the light from the sun feels like it’s burning my brain. “Ugh.” I turn my head to the side and open them slowly, putting one hand over my face.
I look over at the side of the bed and see Nash’s naked back, his head turned away from me. My eyes go wide when I see the sheet at the base of his back but only on one side. One leg is out of the cover and cocked up, along with one beautiful perfect ass cheek. His smooth, tanned back makes my mouth water. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan before turning my head to the other side of the room.
My eyes scan the room and see the dress I wore last night tossed on the floor with one of my shoes near it. I’m not sure where the other one is. I think I remember Nash taking one off and tossing it over one shoulder before he took the other one off and tossed it over the other one before his mouth devoured my pussy, making me forget everything I was saying at the time. I swear I get wet just thinking about it. I attempt to sit up again. This time, the sheet falls off me, leaving me naked. I quickly reach for it again, bringing it up to my chest to cover myself even though I think I saw a hickey near my nipple. I look over at the side table to see if there is a water bottle. I see two glasses of champagne, both of them empty, and right near them are two bottles of water. I reach over, grabbing one and twisting open the blue top, tossing it to the side and downing the bottle of water. My eyes go to the side of my dress where I see a veil and a bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath with a white-and-blue ribbon.
I hear my own voice in my head. “I want white roses and some greenery,” I told the woman doing the bouquet live in our hotel suite. “And I’d like to have a blue-and-white ribbon,” I said excitedly before I looked over at Nash, who was sitting down at the table picking out my wedding band.
I shake my head and start to laugh. “That didn’t happen.” I lift my left hand up and almost drop the bottle of water as I stare at my left finger. The big square diamond in the middle with diamonds all around the band. The center diamond is massive, but the wedding band is even more massive. It’s an eternity band, but each diamond is oval. The sun shines on it, and the reflection just sparkles on the ceiling. “This can’t be real.” I put my hand in a fist and bring it to my face. “This is fake.” I bring it even closer. “This can’t be,” I say, looking over at Nash. “Who buys real diamonds in a hotel room?” I chuckle to myself.
I’m about to shake Nash awake when he groans from beside me. I watch him turn from facing the wall to facing me before he flips onto his back. The sheet that was half covering him is not covering anything at all but half of a leg. His body is on full display as the memories of after the wedding barrel into me.
I’m pretty sure I’ve worshipped and kissed every single inch of his body. Trailing it with my tongue after or maybe even right before we went into the shower, where he placed my ass on the cold tiled seat and then ate me until I came twice before he stood and fucked my face. My eyes roam his chest, going down and seeing his hand with the black wedding band on his finger. It’s matte in the middle and shining on the top and bottom. The memory of the night before comes back to when we stood in the middle of the secluded little balcony overlooking the fountains.
I stand in front of him with my left hand in his left hand as his right hand slipped the ring onto my finger. “Zoey, I give you this ring as a sign of my undying love for you.” I don’t even think I took a single breath as he said the words. “With all that I have and all I can give you, I am honored to forever call you my wife from this moment until my last dying breath.”
Elvis cooed and said, “All right now.” I just remember looking down at the ring and blinking away the tears that threatened to come, but I refused to cry on what was one of the best nights of my life.
When it was my turn, I grabbed the black wedding band I chose for him, and holding his big hand in mine, I placed the ring on his finger. “I give you this ring as a sign of my love.” I smile at him, and all I can remember is how happy and proud I felt. “With all that I have, I am honored to call you my husband from this moment until forever.”
He didn’t even wait for Elvis to pronounce us husband and wife. He grabbed my face and gave me the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had in my life. In. My. Life. It was sweet and soft, with lots of tongue. He claimed me like I’ve never been claimed. I felt the flashes from the camera coming one after another, but I was so lost in the kiss I didn’t care. The minute he let go of my lips, he pulled me closer to his chest, lifting his hand in the air while I raised my bouquet over my head. Both of us laughed as we did it. The flashes came again, following our every move.
“Morning, baby,” he mumbles from beside me. My eyes blink a couple of times, going from his hand to his face as his hand closest to me rubs my naked back, softly trailing his fingers up my spine, my body shivering under his light touch. When I look back at him, his eyes are closed.
“Um,” I say, not sure what even to say. “Water?” I ask him, holding out my hand with the water bottle. He sits up next to me as my hand shakes with nerves, and my head feels like it’s going to explode.
He takes the bottle from my hand and leans in to kiss my neck before finishing off the bottle. “Thank you, baby.” His voice is soft, making my hands itch to reach out to touch him.
“So last night,” I start to say nervously, “that was fun, right?”
“I’d say.” He props the pillows behind his back and leans against the headboard, and the only thing that comes to mind is me grabbing on to it while he ate me out from the back before he fucked me hard. The soreness is apparent between my legs. “What word means more than fun?” He doesn’t even cover himself. My eyes go to his chest and then down to his cock that is at half-mast right now, and my mouth waters to take it into my mouth. He’s above average in length, but his thickness is where it’s at. I had trouble getting my mouth around it, and every single time, I made it my mission to try to get more and more of him down my throat. “Best night of my life.”
“Yeah,” I say, blinking as my mouth gets dry, “what happens in Vegas, right?”
My head screams, oh my God, oh my God. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m expecting it to come right through and flop on the bed in a bloody mess. “Should probably stay in Vegas.” I look up to see his face go from soft to hard. “I mean, we could—you know—not tell anyone about it and it’ll be like, remember that time we pretended to get married in Vegas?”
“Pretended?” His voice comes out hard, and then he laughs. “You think we pretended to get married?”
“Well, we did,” I tell him, and he smirks and nods, like sure we did.
“I mean, it was lots of fun.” I try to think of the words to say without telling him it was a mistake. Because, regardless, spending the night with him was not a mistake. I’ve done a lot of things in my life I regret, well, not that many, but last night was not one of them.
“I’d say it was a lot of fun. A lot more fun than I thought I was going to have on this trip.”
I turn my body, holding the sheet to my chest. “So about the wedding. He wasn’t really a reverend, so it was sort of a fake wedding, right?” I start to say, and he sits back up as I try not to freak out, knowing I just fucked up.
“It’s not a fake wedding, Zoey,” he bites out, making me angry.
“Of course it was a fake wedding.” I gawk at him. “All weddings in Vegas are mostly fake.” I throw up my hand that has my wedding ring on it. “I mean, not all weddings. Obviously, people come here to get married. But they know they are getting married here, but ours was fake. Elvis wasn’t even a pastor. I think he was even half drunk. He slurred most of his words and”—I open my eyes big—“he wanted me to promise to never step on your blue suede shoes.” I gape at him and roll my eyes. “Or treat you like a fool.” I wait for him to say something. “To love you tender and never return you to sender. Ugh, Nash.” I put my hand on my head. “So obviously, it’s not real.”
“He was ordained.” Nash laughs. “It’s pretty real.”
“Nash,” I snap his name.