Riding in the limo to the club?
Check.
Fucking Declan against the bar?
Check.
That had been hot.
Especially being inside him raw.
I flushed the toilet, climbed to my feet, and brushed my teeth. Going back over all the things I already had. Being inside him bare kept getting stuck in my head.
Walking back into the bedroom, I said, “We fucked raw.”
“That’s what’s stuck in that brain of yours? Your dick fucking my ass raw when we’re wearing matchy matchy wedding rings?”
“It’s a joke,” I said. “The guys probably pranked us.”
“Do you remember leaving the club? Coming back here?”
“No, but we got drunk. Real drunk.”
He held his hand up and shook it at me. “And married. Like real married.”
“I’m telling you. It’s a joke. The guys are always pranking each other.”
“This is not fucking funny.”
He flopped on the end of the bed. No. It wasn’t fucking funny. I sat down on the bed beside him, threading my fingers through his.
Trying to reassure him, I offered, “Wanna fuck with them?”
“What if it’s not a prank?”
“Declan, it has to be a prank. We wouldn’t have gotten married. We were plastered. No one would have married us like that.”
He didn’t look convinced, and I didn’t know how to convince him. I kissed his temple as I pulled him into my arms. We sat that way for a while, neither saying much. Our attention focused on his lap, where our entwined hands lay. My darker complexion against his lighter one and two identical yellow-gold wedding bands shone like spotlights on a Broadway stage.
His face went ash gray, and he jumped from my arms, racing to the bathroom. I waited outside the door until I heard the toilet flush, then stepped inside. He stood hunched over the vanity, his hands braced on either side of the sink. His gaze locked on his left hand.
I flipped on the shower, adjusting the temperature before moving to stand behind him.
“Let’s shower, get some water, pain meds, and food, then figure out which of my friends needs to be castrated.”
He nodded, then muttered, “I know how to do that. I grew up on a ranch. I’ll just send one of the hotel staff out to the farm supply store.”
My laughter turned to a groan as pain shot through my head like a .50 caliber round. He turned, kissed my forehead, and started pulling off my grungy, sleep and alcohol-infused clothing. As soon as he pulled my shirt over my head, I returned the favor and stripped him naked.
We stepped into the shower. That word didn’t do this place justice. It was big enough for two squadrons of Marines to shower in without touching each other. There were showerheads sticking out of the marble floors, walls, and ceiling at every possible angle. And the ledge I could imagine taking him on had a glass wall behind it that looked out over the Vegas skyline.
Declan followed me into the shower… room since there was no way this thing should be called a stall. He stood on the other side under his own set of showerheads with his eyes closed. The long, lean musculature of his neck arched back. Water rained down over him.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you naked that I’ve not wanted to throw you down and fuck you stupid,” I said.
He lifted his head, and one eye popped open. “If you even think about trying that shit right now, I’ll tie your cock in a knot.”
“Damn, vato. There’s no need to choose violence. I don’t think I’m sober enough for my dick to join the party.”
