“Haven’t you noticed I have an issue saying no to you about anything?” I laugh through my tears. “Because I only ever want to say yes. I only ever want to make you happy.”
“Give me your hand, baby.” I hold my left hand out, grinning the biggest grin as he slides the ring on my finger. “I hope you like it,” he says, as we both share an awestruck expression staring at the glittering ring on my hand. It’s perfect. It’s not too big, not too small, and the teardrop-shaped ruby surrounded by a line of fine diamonds is different from the traditional engagement rings but most definitely to my taste.
“I love it. And you couldn’t have found a more perfect ring for me.”
“I had it designed for you,” he admits, tucking errant strands of my hair behind my ears. “Four years ago.”
My jaw slackens. “You did?”
He nods. “I didn’t know how I could make it happen, but I always hoped I’d propose to you one day, and I wanted to be prepared.”
I slam my mouth down on his, kissing his lips and then dotting little kisses all over his face. He chuckles, clearly delighted at my enthusiasm. “You know,” he says, looking a little more serious. “If you don’t want to elope, if you want the big white wedding, we can wait. I don’t want to force this on you today if it’s not what you want. I guess I can try and summon patience from somewhere,” he adds with a teasing grin.
“Ugh, no.” I scrunch my nose. “A big white wedding has never been in the cards for me.” I peck his lips. “I want to elope to Vegas with you today. I love that it’s just us. And maybe we can organize a small celebration here when we come back?”
“That sounds perfect, and you’re perfect.” He nips at my earlobe, sending a shot of liquid lust straight through me. “I thought as much, but I didn’t want to assume.”
I jump up, clapping my hands and shrieking. “We’re getting married today!!!”
Climbing to his feet, he hauls me into his arms, kissing me with obvious intent. “We have a lot to arrange, but I don’t think we should let our engagement pass without celebrating it.” His eyes glint wickedly as his hands slide down to my bare ass, and he yanks me hard against his growing erection. I moan into his mouth, sighing contentedly as he takes my hand, leading me into the shower.
I switch the shower on, testing the water with my hand while he makes quick work of his clothes. He steps in behind me, and I tilt my face up to the warm water as his hand creeps around my waist, moving up to cup one of my breasts. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger, and the bud instantly hardens. Pushing my hair to one side, he grazes his mouth along my sensitive skin while he continues to fondle my breast. His hard length pulses against my ass, and I shiver all over. His other hand moves down between my legs, and he thrusts two fingers inside me without warning. I automatically clench around his digits, moaning as I lean back into him, extending my neck and opening my legs a little wider, to give him more access.
“Fuck, I love those little sounds you make,” he says, rocking his erection into me. “And I love the look on your face when I make you come.”
I twist around, pushing my tits into him as I greedily claim his mouth. “I love your cock,” I murmur over his mouth, moving my hand down to grip him. “Especially when you’re rutting into me like a wild animal.” I stroke his length in quick strokes, sucking his lower lip into my mouth as my hips buck up.
“That sounds like a challenge.” He nips my earlobe, and a pleasurable moan escapes my mouth.
“Fuck me, Rock Star. Fuck me so hard I don’t even remember my name.”
His eyes turn dark with desire as he grabs both my hands, hoisting them up over my head. He pushes me back against the cool tile wall, dipping his head down to suck on my nipple. I writhe against him, wet and aching for him. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around me,” he commands, lifting my left thigh. I do as he says, lining my pussy up perfectly as my legs fit around his waist. In one skillful thrust, he’s inside me, and I cry out as he fills me up and holds still, staring deep into my eyes as he holds our bodies in place. “I fucking love you so much.”
“I love you too.” My eyes close as his mouth descends on mine, and his kiss is tender and sweet until he starts moving his cock in and out of me, and then the tempo amps up.
Capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, he thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock into me as far as it will go, and I see stars. The beginnings of my orgasm are already building as he picks up his pace, jutting his hips in and out as my legs cling to his waist. My arms drop as he slides his hands to my ass, tilting my hips up at an angle so he can bury himself deeper. I cry out as he grinds into me, both of us groaning in ecstasy.
He fucks me hard and fast under the cascading water until we both fall over the ledge, literally seconds apart. He stays inside me for a few minutes, kissing me softly as I run my fingers through his wet hair. Then he eases out slowly, carefully setting my legs down, keeping an arm around my waist until I’m steady. “I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Stone.” He pecks my lips, and I fling my arms around him, not wanting to let him go.
“I can’t wait,” I truthfully admit, easing back to cup his face. “This is exactly where we are both meant to be.”
He takes my hand, placing it over his heart. “This only beats for you.”
We take turns washing each other before getting dressed and packing our overnight bags. Ryder’s on the phone, making plans, while I fix breakfast. A half hour later, we’re in the SUV, with Mike and Lar, en route to the airport, kissing, touching, and laughing as we bask in the euphoria of our special day.
When we land in Vegas, we head straight to a trendy designer store to find something to wear. Ryder called in advance, and the store has been cleared for our private fittings. Neither of us is bothered about tradition, so I choose a figure-hugging black, red, and gold dress with gold-spiked black-velvet stilettos while Ryder picks out gray skinny jeans, a white shirt, and black jacket.
Next, we stop at a jewelry store and select matching wedding bands.
Then it’s on to the Marriage License Bureau to pick up the marriage license Ryder registered for online, and then we proceed to the chapel he booked for the actual ceremony. I can’t believe he set all this up so fast, but he forgot nothing, and we’re really doing this. I’m giddy with excitement, and my heart is so full. I know this day will be a day I’ll cherish forever.
We complete the paperwork, hand over our IDs, and Ryder pays the fee. Then I’m walking up the aisle on Mike’s arm toward my clearly emotional fiancé.
We hold hands throughout the short ceremony, never taking our eyes off one another. The only part of it I remember is reciting our vows, exchanging rings, and cementing our marriage with a panty-melting kiss. When the celebrant announces we are man and wife, I cling to Ryder, kissing him again and again, my heart swollen with so much love. Mike takes some photos, and then Ryder whisks me to our suite in The Venetian where a sumptuous dinner and a bottle of expensive champagne awaits us. After gorging ourselves on our wedding feast, we make love in the jacuzzi, and then Ryder takes me to bed where we consummate our marriage until the early hours of the morning.
We stay another day and night in the hotel although we don’t step foot outside our suite. Ryder surprises me with a stunning ruby and diamond necklace to match my engagement ring, and I’m raging I didn’t think to get him anything in the store when we were there.
While he’s asleep, I write him a love song, offering it to him as part one of his wedding gift when he wakes up. The second part of his gift was something I ordered online while he was snoozing. I paid extra for a rush job so his new custom-made, personally engraved Fender should arrive at our Hamptons house within the week, and I can’t wait to see his face when he gets it.
