“Of course I will.” She hands me a glass. “To my husband.”
“To my wife.”
We both take a drink, and when she spots the button to the roof, she practically bounces. “A moonroof! We’ve gotta stand up. Come up here with me.”
I laugh, but pull my body up and through the window. Her hair is blowing behind her, and she’s looking around at everything with awe.
I wrap an arm around her waist and tuck her in close to me. “You happy?”
“So happy. I mean, this is seriously, like, the best day ever. For both of us!” She tilts her head up for a kiss.
When the limo stops at a light, people honk and wave at us. I swear this city never stops moving.
Brooke leans across the roof and yells to them. “We just got married!” She waves her hand out in front of her, and I can’t help but laugh. “And my husband just won the national championship! He was even the MVP!” She points to me, and I smile and wave.
More horns honk, and our driver starts to move again.
When Brooke sways from the motion, I wrap my arm around her waist. “I got you.”
She looks up at me. “I just want to be clear … I expect a real wedding night.”
If my dick wasn’t already semi-hard from her sitting in my lap, it would be now.
“Okay … and by that, you mean?”Why the fuck am I asking this question? Oh, right—because I do actually care about her.
She grabs my shirt and pulls it, making my body bend down to her. “I mean, I want to fuck my husband.”
Never in a million years would I have expected those words to come out of her mouth. But she’s on a roll with the surprises tonight. And her confidence is a huge turn-on.
A wicked smile spreads across my face. “I can make that happen.”
“I guess we probably shouldn’t stay at the same hotel as the team, right?”
“Probably not. I don’t really want my wedding night to be paid for by my athletic department.” I pull out my phone. “Let me see what I can find available.”
I scroll through my phone and find some kind of luxury suite at the Bellagio. I book it, then crouch down and tap on the divider. “Can you take us to the Bellagio instead?”
“You got it,” he replies.
Brooke comes down and shivers. “It’s getting a little chilly now.” Her head tips back as she finishes her glass of champagne. “More, please.”
I fill her up, then finish off my glass and refill my own. We’re celebrating after all.
The ride is pretty fast, but in that short time, we’ve managed to finish off the bottle.
When the driver pulls up in front of the hotel, he exits the car and comes around to open our door.
“Thanks, man.” I step out of the car, slide him a few hundred-dollar bills, and then hold my hand out for Brooke.
“Thank you so much for the ride. It was so fun!” Brooke smiles at him as she takes my hand.
“My pleasure. Congratulations.” He nods and shuts the door. “Oh, and make sure you make a wish in the fountains tomorrow. Have a good rest of your night.”
“I wonder how many people he’s had in his limo. I bet that guy has some stories.” I look at Brooke, and she nods.
“Right? Probably a lot of famous people.” She giggles.
We walk through the doors to the hotel, and we see Ace, Aston, and a few of the other younger guys walking out.
