“When did you know with Angel?”
“Somewhere around ‘giant, tattooed buffoon.’”
I laughed. Thatwasone of my finer moments. Even if Raleigh did get his advice revenge a year later when my surprise daughter popped up. And again a few months ago when I found out I was fated to a vampire.
Okay, Raleigh needed to have another life crisis soIcould be the voice of reason. It was time for me to have a turn.
“Be glad you knew so early,” he continued. “I lost out on a lot of time to truly love Angel because I couldn’t get my head out of my ass.” He nudged me with his shoulder, dimple piercing glittering. “I’m glad you’re here, Clark.”
I gasped, feigning shock with my hand over my chest. “Someone call the press! Raleigh Jenkins is admitting his feelings!”
“And it’s over.” He shoved me, laughing.
Raleigh and I were notoriously bad at sharing our emotions, but we just seemed to understand each other. “I’m glad you’re here” was as good as an “I love you” from him, and vice versa. I always knew they cared about me, but I couldn’t believe the lengths they’d gone to just to make me happy.
James wrapped his arm around my waist. “Want to go upstairs?” he husked, nipping at my earlobe.
“Hell yes, I do.”
With a promise to meet for drinks, we said goodbye to Raleigh and Angel and made our way to our hotel room.
“You didn’t spare any expense for this wedding, did you?” I asked, gazing around the lobby.
Unlike most Vegas hotels with their grand entrances, high-vaulted ceilings, and busy colors that made your head spin—which was especially dangerous, considering how many drunk people wandered around the place—The W offered a cozier environment. Low, golden light illuminated the space, casting a warm glow over the rich leather furniture and dark wooden floors.
I took everything in as James led me to the elevators.
“Well,” he drawled, finally responding to my question, “our venue is a little more intimate, so I thought we could splurge on where we’d be staying for our wedding.”
The elevator doors slid shut and with nothing else to distract me, I noticed the button James had pressed. My eyes widened. “The penthouse?”
He shrugged. “Splurging.”
Chapter 24
“Holy shit,”I muttered as James unlocked our suite.
The door swung open and he swept me inside.
A king-sized bed sat against the far wall, a black padded headboard accented the white of the walls. A plush sectional commanded the lounge space, bracketed by leather armchairs that surrounded a glass coffee table.
White curtains were pulled to the side, revealing floor-to-ceiling picture windows with a stunning view of the Vegas Strip. By this point, the sun was beginning to set and the lights of the Strip lit up the night sky.
The windows continued around the room, giving a full, panoramic view of the city. I stood in the middle of the room, rotating in a slow circle. “James Campbell,” I whispered, “you spoil me.”
“If I can’t spoil you with our wedding, then when can I? It is only going to happen once.”
“Who knows?” I collapsed to the mattress, leaning back on my hands and watching James’s eyes rake over my body. “If it’s going to be like this, I may decide to have another one in a couple hundred years.”
James smiled and pounced, crawling over me and bringing his mouth down to mine. “I already got you to agree to marry me once. How am I going to get so lucky that you’d do it again?”
I tilted my head, exposing my neck and his mark. “A whole day where people are focused on me and I get spoiled like this? Sign me up.”
Apparently,Raleigh didn’t know meat all.Or he just didn’t care.
He barged through the door an hour later—right as I was coming down from the high of my orgasm. I was panting on the bed, drenched in sweat—with James’s cock still buried deep inside of me.
“Let’s go boys!” he shouted, unfazed. “It’s time to start the fun!”
