Her nectar shot out of her, wetting my dick and my stomach in the process. Harvest squeezed my nut right out of me.
It took us a minute for our breaths to return to normal, then we got out of bed to clean up.
Once we were done, we got back in bed and cuddled with a movie on the television.
“Why haven’t you mentioned this dude?” I asked Harvest. It didn’t make a difference either way. I was just curious.
Harvest had her head on my chest as I rubbed her booty. She told me during one of our conversations that she loved having her butt rubbed, so I rubbed it every chance I could.
“Considering, none of this was planned, and I just got swept up. I wasn’t trying to hide it, and you never asked.”
“I didn’t because I didn’t and don’t care. I don’t remember seeing dude on your page, so I assumed you were single.”
“I never posted him because majority of my stuff on my page is about modeling. Plus, I am single.”
I lifted her left hand and held it up.
“This ring says otherwise.” I had to remind her that she was my wife regardless of what she had at home.
“You know what I mean, Boston.”
“I guess. I just want you to remember that shit. The why isn’t even important to me. It wasn’t going to change anything. We not going to sweat that shit, though. Everything and everyone will be there when we get home.” I kissed her forehead.
We stayed quiet for a few minutes, until Harvest spoke up.
“What made you want to get married in Vegas?”
“It wasn’t necessarily my first choice. She wanted to get married here after watching a movie where one of the couples got married at that water fountain. I’m glad she did, though, or I would have never met you.”
“Yeah, but if she would have come, you wouldn’t have met me either.”
After spending this time with Harvest, I couldn’t imagine not being able to be in her world. She gave me a high that drugs couldn’t do. It wasn’t that I tried every drug, but I just knew nothing could make me feel the way Harvest did.
“I don’t even want to think about not meeting you. We are married now, baby.”
Harvest rolled her eyes and smirked. “I know because you keep reminding me.”
I chuckled because she hadn’t told a single lie.
“I feel even better now that the world knows, but I know you have to handle your shit.” I slipped my arm from around her and pushed her onto her back.
“In the meantime, I’m going to make sure there are no doubts in your mind about us once we separate.”
I took my time easing inside of her. I made sure to look into her eyes as I fucked her slowly. I didn’t know if it was too soon, but I wanted to utter those three words to her, but I bit my lip instead. I didn’t want to scare her off, and I wanted her to really be sure about what she wanted to do. For her to offer a break instead of an actual break made me think that she considered going back to him when she got home. At the same time, it showed that their relationship was on rocky ground from the beginning, so I had nothing to worry about.
I knew she didn’t expect to meet me in the process, and damn sure not marry me. These few days should be enough to let her know what she needed to do.
My gut and my heart told me Harvest would remain Mrs. Brooks when all of this was over.
“I’m notready to let you go.” Boston groaned as he glided in and out of me.
I couldn’t respond because he’d hit my spot, and my pussy spasmed.
It was my last morning in Vegas, and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Boston either. If I could have stayed longer, I would have, but we both had lives we had to get back to. I had a photo shoot a couple of days later, and I wanted to unpack and unwind after this whirlwind of a vacation.
I was only supposed to have some fun, do a little work, then go home and figure out things with Victor. Instead, I got married and ended up on multiple blogs. The first one Boston and I saw weren’t the only ones. Overnight, pictures of Boston and me hadblown up on the internet. Even when we thought people didn’t see us, they did. Boston didn’t seem too concerned about it, but I was a little. I felt like Victor and I should have had a conversation about it before the world found out.
Victor had called me so much over the course of the night that I had to turn my phone off. I made sure my parents and friends knew I was good before I did, though. I was certain that the minute I turned my phone back on, I would be inundated with messages.
