I groan as I picture lifting her deliciously naked body, pressing my lips against her skin with each downward motion. Having a boner while trapped in a small space with twenty other people isn’t ideal so as much as I don’t want to, I step back.
“Let’s get you that cocktail, Drunkie McGhee.”
She pouts. “Party pooper.”
Drinks in hand, Charlee and I make our way to the window to watch the skyline as we climb in altitude. The higher we go, the more pliant her body becomes. My front is practically molded to her back. My dick is so fucking hard it’s painful, so I grind into her ass to get some friction as I drag my tongue down the slender column of her neck. She smells so goddamn good, and her skin tastes so sweet, I can’t find the will to care that we’re essentially dry humping in a confined space filled with people.
It’s totally the tequila’s fault.
A song gets stuck in my head about some chick who keeps losing her clothes when she drinks tequila and all I can think about is getting Charlee out of her damn clothes.
“God, Drew,” Charlee pants.
I gently bite her shoulder. “How much longer is this ride?”
She whimpers. “Too long.”
Right before I do something really stupid that could possibly get us arrested, a couple steps next to us. I straighten up and give them a forced smile.
The woman smiles. “Are you two newlyweds?”
“What?” I reply. “Uh...no. We’re not.”
The wiry man next to her pulls her into his side and kisses her temple. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. “You two were so affectionate, I just assumed. Will and I got married here twenty years ago today.”
I offer my hand to the man. “You must be Will. I’m Drew. And this lovely lady is Charlee.”
He nods. “I am. Nice to meet you two. This is my wife, Dawn.”
Charlee turns her body so she’s facing the couple. “Happy Anniversary. Are you on vacation to celebrate?”
Will smiles affectionately. “We come here every year. This is where we met.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Charlee says. “You met here so you came back to get married here?”
Dawn chuckles. “Not quite. We met here and got married on the same day.”
“What?!” Charlee and I ask in unison.
Will barks out a laugh. “I know it seems impulsive, but at the risk of sounding foolish, we just knew. We were drunk off our asses, but that part was clear. It didn’t matter how long we knew each other, I had no doubt that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”
“And I felt the same,” Dawn adds. “We figured Fate led us to each other, so we should let Fate decide our future.”
I tilt my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Will rubs her shoulders. “The roulette table. Red we get married, black, we go our separate ways.”
Charlee takes my hand and squeezes my fingers. “So the ball landed on red?”
“It landed on red,” Dawn confirms.
My eyebrows lift. “Wow. Congratulations. I’m sure not many people can say they got drunk and married in Vegas, and were still happy twenty years later.”
Dawn wraps her arms around her husband’s waist. “Thank you.” She turns her head as the observation wheel comes to a stop. “Wow, it looks like we’re back on the ground already. It was nice meeting you two.”
“You as well,” Charlee says. She turns to me as we exit. “What do you want to do now?”
I pull on her arm, with a single-minded focus to get down to the casino level. “Let it all ride on Fate.”