The second time they said they’d kick us out if we couldn’t control ourselves.
You’d think we were on our honeymoon but with Waylon’s work schedule keeping him tired and busy, we don’t get to spend many nights together unless he has off the next day or is willing to go in late.
But I’m not complaining because I knew what I was getting into and we still make it work the best we can.
Waylon groans through his release, spilling out onto his stomach. I roll off him but then crawl over to lick up his mess.
“Jesus, baby. That’s hot.”
I smile up at him as I clean his cock next. “No time to shower.”
He laughs. “Yeah, we better go before Landen starts askin’ questions again.”
We were ten minutes late for the barrel racing event yesterday and he glared at us as we snuck in.
Rushing to get dressed and fix my hair, we make it to the lobby with two minutes to spare.
“Where’s Wilder?” I ask him.
“Who knows…I’ll text him.”
Wilder’s been consistent in going to therapy and not drinking as much, but while we’ve been here, he’s been a lot more free with it. Not that it’s a huge deal, considering we’re in Vegas after all, and the guys don’t get a lot of down time with their schedules.
“We’ll just meet him there,” Waylon says, grabbing my hand.
We spent the next couple hours at the NFR arena and cheered loudly when it’s Ellie’s turn. She comes in second, which is honestly amazing. Her last event is tomorrow and then depending on how she scores will decide if she’s the overall champion.
The rest of the evening we spent with his family, eating and hanging out at the casinos. I don’t gamble, but I watch some of them play slots and other card games. Waylon sticks to water, so I let myself get drunk on margaritas since I know he’ll make sure nothing happens to me.
It's shortly after sunrise when Waylon's phone rings. We’d just fallen asleep a few hours ago, but he always keeps his on for emergencies, so it wakes us both.
“Delilah?” Waylon mutters, putting it on speakerphone.
"Hey, sorry to bother you. But have you seen Wilder?"
“Uh…no. He texted me hours ago saying that he wasout. Why? Everything okay?”
“Remember that big favor you owe me?” she asks.
“Huh? Whaddya talkin’ about?” Waylon’s half-asleep but he sits up and turns on the bedside lamp.
“New Year’s Eve, I babysat your brother for you, and you said ya owed me. That time has come.”
“Okay…it’s like seven in the mornin’.”
“Yeah, well…I just woke up and noticed Wilder was missin’. So I need you to go find him for me.”
“Missin’ from where?”
“We got drunk last night.”
“Oh my God, Delilah…did you fuck my brother?” Waylon rubs his temples.
“I’m afraid it’s worse than that.”
“What could be?—”
“We ended up at the Little White Wedding Chapel,” she admits.
