If she wants to live, her husband better show.
“Alana, this problem isn’t going away.He knows where you are.”Gina hugged her friend.“Thankfully, your husband is here to save the day.”She gave Chase a chin lift.“Get to saving, Frogman.”
“All joking aside, I’m on it.”He captured Alana’s gaze.“You’re up first in the shower.”
“Trust me, I won’t be long.The sooner we resolve this mess, the better.”Alana grabbed the shorts and shirt Gina provided and ran for the shower.
Chase didn’t like that the threat knew where they were.They’d have to employ escape-and-evasion techniques to stay one step ahead of their predator.If Chase were the only one involved, he’d circle back and confront his aggressor, but he had a wife to consider.
Wife.
Holy hell, what had happened last night that he’d chucked his vow to remain a bachelor and committed to embrace an entirely different set of vows?
Alana closedthe bathroom door and quickly shed her dress, hanging it on the back of the door.Considering it was her only decent outfit for the duration of her stay in Cabo, she had to make sure it remained clean and unwrinkled.She hadn’t asked and cringed to think about it, but she hadn’t located her panties in Chase’s bedroom.Hell, maybe he was the creepy type and kept a pair of underwear from every woman he slept with.A kind of trophy.Sheesh, what had she been thinking last night?
In the shower, she squirted a handful of shampoo into her hand, the shiny ring on her finger giving her pause.
How in the hell had she ended up marrying a man she’d only just met?She’d heard that Mexican tequila was potent, but damn.Somebody must have spiked her drink.And Chase seemed as surprised as she’d been.Could it be his drink had been laced with the same crazy drug as well?
If she could believe him.After being ditched at the altar by Vanishing Vance, she wasn’t sure she could trust any man.
Then why had she trusted Chase enough to marry him last night?
She scrubbed her hair, as if by doing so, she could scrub the man, the marriage and the texting threat out of existence.Unfortunately, the situation wouldn’t be that easy to resolve.She rinsed her hair, cleaned her body, the hot water soothing some of the tension in her shoulders.
Gina was right about one thing.Chase Flannigan was hot.If Alana were interested in a relationship, she might go for a man like him.The fact was that she wasn’t interested in starting something new.Not now.It didn’t seem right that two days before, she’d been happily preparing for her wedding to another man—a man her father had approved of.That should have been her first warning.
All the wedding decisions had fallen on Vance as Alana had been too busy with her job to take the time to pick out napkin colors, cake flavors, florals and the millions of other things her fiancé had wanted in their wedding.Vance had let her choose the place for the honeymoon, and she’d made all those arrangements.
Alana had laid out all of the plans for their lives together.First the marriage, then the honeymoon, followed by house hunting and settling into married life with children in the near future.At the ripe old age of twenty-eight, Alana was finally ready to settle down.Marriage was the next step.Hell, all her friends, except Gina, had been married for years and had one or two children by now.She felt as if her biological clock was like a time bomb ready to blow up in her face if she didn’t get on with her adult life.
Looking back, perhaps she’d pushed too hard for that picture-perfect life.She thought she’d loved Vance.But other than being embarrassed and pissed off, she wasn’t disappointed the wedding had been called off.She was more disappointed that she wasn’t getting on with her plan to be married with children before she turned thirty.
On the flight down to Mexico, she’d realized she’d set herself up for the collapse.The big three-O was going to happen with or without a husband and children.Why was she so afraid of it?God, she’d almost married the wrong man just to put a check in the boxes of “married” and “children.”Not only would she have been miserable with Vance, but he would also have been miserable with her.She should thank the wedding planner for taking him.
Then why had she turned around and married the first man she’d met in Mexico?It made absolutely no sense.Had she seen something in Chase she hadn’t found in Vance?
Chase was a lot better looking, in a rugged, manly-man way.He was more muscular, taller and stronger.He’d held her pinned to the bed.No matter how she’d fought, she hadn’t been able to break free of his grip.Vance couldn’t have done that as easily.Thinking of Chase straddling her, holding her wrists tight in his, while his naked body was pressed against her naked body, sent a shiver of lust through her still.Though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Chase was hung a helluva lot better than Vance.He’d please her much more in bed than Vance ever had.Sex with Vance had been, at best, mediocre.
Now that she knew Chase hadn’t been attacking her, she could appreciate his…uh…well…package.Her body heated at the memory.It was a shame she couldn’t remember their lovemaking.She ran her hand down her torso to the juncture of her thighs and touched that little strip of nerve-packed flesh.Was it her imagination, or was she a little sensitive down there?She fingered herself, and her breath caught.
Oh, yes.She was sensitive.Drawing her finger down lower to the entrance of her channel, she poked a finger inside.There, too, she was a little more sensitive than usual.The condoms in the wastebasket were pretty damning proof they’d had sex.Her sensitive girly parts only evidenced what she’d thought impossible.
She’d had sex with Chase.Not once, but twice.And she couldn’t remember a thing.Her curiosity made her wish she could.The only saving grace to her lack of memory was his total lack of the same memory.
While she was down there, she swirled two fingers inside her channel and then dragged her finger up to her clit.A jolt of sensation made her moan softly.As soon as the sound left her mouth, she clapped her other hand over her lips.But she couldn’t stop what she’d started—and she didn’t want to.Slowly circling that nubbin of desire, she closed her eyes and embraced the feelings building inside.
As the intensity increased, she stroked faster and faster until the tingling started at her core and spread outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes.She rode the wave all the way to the end.By the time the tingles dissipated and she returned to sanity, her breathing came in ragged gasps, and her knees shook.She turned her face into the warm spray of the shower and let the water run over her breasts and down to her sex, adding to her overall satisfaction.
She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, a little cockier and more self-assured than when she’d stepped in.“Take that, Chase Flannigan.I don’t need no stinkin’ man to get me off.”She toweled dry and dressed in the shorts and shirt Gina had provided.The shorts were shorter than she preferred, and the top hugged her breasts a little too tightly, but she couldn’t complain.At least it was better than wearing her red dress throughout another day and night.Alana slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops, the only other pair of shoes she’d found in her suitcase.Tossing her hair up into a turban, she left the bathroom, a smile on her face.
“It’s all yours,” she said as she emerged from the bedroom with her brush.
Chase’s wicked smile took some of the wind out of Alana’s sails.“Just so you know, there’s barely any sound insulation between the bathroom walls and the bedroom.”He leaned close to her as she passed.“You might not need me to get you off, but I promise, I’d make you moan a lot louder.”
Fire filled her cheeks.“You did not…”
“Oh, yes, we did,” Gina sang from the sitting room.“Quite the entertainment.”
