Chad shrugs, still all smiles. “That’s fine. You just bought a house, right? I can come live with you.”
Wait. Are we actually talking about moving in together?
I guess that is a thing married people typically do… but is he that serious about being married to me? Do I want him to be? I guess for tonight, I can entertain the idea of a future with him. I can pretend that he won’t regret this tomorrow.
Because thinking about him regretting this is far more painful than it should be.
“You’d leave just like that? What about your job?” I ask.
“Eh, my job is fine, but I don’t really need one. Oh! I could work with Blake! That would be amazing! Oh my god, I’ll live by Blake again! Wow, this is going to be so much fun!”
Before I can ask if he actually wants to live in a house he’s never seen, Elvis interrupts. “Champagne toast for the happy couple! Another perk of the Love Me Tender package. The rest of the bottle is yours as well.” He gestures to the bottle we definitely didn’t need.
“Hell yeah!” Chad takes the glasses, handing one to me. “To the best night ever with my hubby!”
I smirk. Fuck it, we’ve gotten this far. “To having fun.” I clink my glass to his, and before I know it, Elvis is refilling my glass, and that other guy, was his name Bobby? No, Scotty. He’s talking about how he’ll file all the paperwork so we don’t have to do anything. I’m not really sure what paperwork he’s talking about but that seems nice of him, and Chad is thanking him so I say thanks too.
I’m not normally a wine guy, but this sparkling stuff is pretty good. I pick up the bottle to inspect the label since Chad seems to be really enjoying it too.
“Well, that’s everything, boys, congratulations again! We do have another couple waiting in the lobby now, if you wouldn’t mind.” Elvis gestures to the door.
“Thank you, Elvis!” Chad calls out as we stumble outside. “So back to the hotel?”
“I guess,” I answer. “Do you remember how to get there?”
Chad looks around at the busy street. “Umm, I think it’s that way?”
He takes my hand again, and I take a swig from the bottle I’m still holding to stop myself from admitting how much I like him touching me.
“Ohhh, give me some too!”
I pass him the nearly empty bottle as we continue walking. None of this looks familiar. “Are you sure it was this way?”
“I’m, like, sixty percent sure. Wait! No, I’m sixty-nine percent sure,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
I snort a laugh. “Maybe we should call an Uber?”
“Probably. Let’s finish this though.” Chad takes another sip and then his gaze locks on my mouth for a moment before looking intensely into my eyes. He steps even closer and holds the bottle up to my lips. I hold eye contact while I wrap my lips around it and swallow the final bit of champagne.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Chad says quietly, still staring at my mouth as he lowers the bottle.
I smirk, surprised by the heat in his eyes. “You going to kiss me again, Princess?”
His lips spread into another wide grin as he closes the distance between us. He’s just as eager as he brings his lips to mine, even if he isn’t threatening to tackle me this time.
A deep groan escapes my throat as I kiss him back, threading my hand into his hair and grabbing his full ass with my other as my tongue slips past his soft lips. He fights me for dominance for just a second while his tongue tangles with mine before giving in, and I pull him even closer into me.
God, his ass is perfect. Chad is perfect. I continue to grope him, but I want to do so much more than grab it. I want to sink my teeth into it, leave a bite mark that lasts for days. Lick him and tease him until he’s begging me to touch his hole. Fuck, I want that tonight. Does he want that too? Is he going to want to go all in for our wedding night, or ease into things?
Someone catcalls us, breaking the moment, and we stumble away from each other, laughing. “Come on, let’s get back to the hotel,” I mutter as I pull up the app and order a ride.
“Are we going to, ya know? Consta… Constume… what’s that word? When you fuck after you get married?” Chad asks.
I burst out laughing. I guess we were thinking about the same thing. “You want me to fuck you, Chad? You really think you’re ready for that?”
His eyes are hooded as he gives me an obvious once-over. “Yeah, I think I am.”
I guess that answers my question. Still, that seems fast, even for him, so I push a little more. “On the night you realized you’re… what? Bi?”
