Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“I need an annulment,” Addilyn announced, staring straight at me and ignoring Knox altogether.

“Over my dead body, baby,” Knox growled.

“Damn, how the tables have turned…” I drawled, my smirk now a full-blown grin.

Knox had shifted his focus to the woman who was apparently his wife. When he heard me, however, I was once again being silently threatened with manslaughter. “Shut the fuck up, Will,” he snarled. Then he stomped over to Addilyn and scooped her up into his arms. “We won’t be needing your services.” He marched out of the room carrying a flailing, objecting woman. She punched him in the shoulder but ended up yelping and cradling her hand against her chest. “Put me down, you big brute!”

Once he was gone, I was surprised to see Aurora rush back into my office with an incredulous expression on her beautiful face. “Did I just see what I think I did?” she asked before dissolving into laughter.

“Looks like your brother has fallen victim to what he called, ‘love at first sight bullshit.’ And she seems like a feisty one.” I rubbed my hands together with glee. “I think we should get some popcorn for this.”

Aurora laughed and shook her head with an exasperated smile directed at me. “You should have more sympathy. You’ve been there.”

I shot off a quick text, then stood and prowled over to my wife. “And, that’s exactly why I’m going to enjoy this. Watching him chase her. Seeing him taken down by that tiny slip of a woman.” She harrumphed as I circled my arms around her. “But then, they’ll work things out and find the same bliss I’ve found with you.”

Aurora smiled dreamily and melted into my embrace. I lowered my head and took her lips in a deep, passion-filled kiss. Just as it always did when my wife was around—or even when I just thought about her—my body came alive, and I felt desperate to be inside her.

Never breaking our connection, I backed her up just enough to shut my office door and flip the lock. “Wedding,” she mumbled.

“After,” I groaned as I placed soft, wet kisses down the column of her throat. My hands journeyed down to grab her ass and yank her body flush against mine. I lifted her up to bring her tits at just the right height for me to wrap my lips around one of her nipples. She moaned and arched her back. They were extra sensitive from her pregnancy hormones, and I took full advantage of it. I rocked my pelvis into her, and she shuddered.

“Yes…” she whimpered. I took that as permission to keep going and padded over to the couch.

It was a good thing I’d sent a text asking her sisters to cover for her because she never would have made it on time. When I finally let her leave, she looked freshly fucked and thoroughly satisfied. I watched her ass sway as she left, and like always, I sent up a prayer of thanks that she’d said, “I do.”Extra EpilogueWill“Why the fuck is my wife crying?” I yelled as I stomped into Aurora’s office, glaring at her sister. I made a beeline for my woman and scooped her out of her office chair, took her seat, settling her in my lap so I could check her for signs of injury.

“Will, I’m fine. S-s-seriously,” she tried to assure me before dissolving into tears once more. I was panicking. I looked over to her sisters to demand an explanation, but they’d disappeared. Smart.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me so I can fix it,” I begged. “I can’t handle your tears.”

“The wedding. It was s-so b-beautiful.” She wiped her eyes and sniffed, then reached for a tissue from the box on her desktop.

I scratched my head and sat in silence for a minute, trying to comprehend. “You’re crying because of a wedding?” Weddings were Aurora’s life. I couldn’t remember a time when she’d cried over one, except ours. Teary-eyed maybe, but full-on sobbing? No, something was wrong.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so emotional lately,” Aurora apologized, her lips curling down. “I burst into tears during the ceremony and had to come back to my office. It was so unprofessional.”

I grasped her chin and directed her face toward mine. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong. You don’t cry at weddings.”

“I cried at our wedding,” she defended with a pout.

One corner of my mouth tipped up because her indignation was fucking adorable. “That’s because the fact that you were marrying the man of your dreams overwhelmed you,” I replied with a wink.

She rolled her eyes, but a smile played at her lips. “Maybe.”

I laughed and kissed her lightly, but it quickly escalated, turning into a deep claiming of her mouth. I lifted her hips and repositioned her so she was straddling my lap. Her skirt bunched up as she came down on top of me, and the heat from her pussy cocooned my rock hard cock.