Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

“I’ll tell you what, Monica.” Dane looked over his shoulder and then back to me. “Why don’t I get rid of Allison and the two of us can have a little fun? It would be worth fifty-grand to me just to see what I was missing out on.”

“That isn’t going to happen, Dan

e.” I shook my head back and forth. “If you’ll just give me your brother’s address...”

“Here!” Allison walked up behind him with a pen and a piece of paper. “Write fast, I’m already horny again.”

“You got it, babe.” Dane quickly scribbled the address and shoved the paper into my hand. “Good riddance.”

The door slammed in my face and I squeezed the paper tight in my palm. I couldn’t believe the version of Dane I saw was the same sweet man I was going to marry. There was no way for me not to feel responsible for what he had become. It tore at my heart as I walked back to my father’s truck and struggled to crank it up again.

As much guilt as I felt over what Dane had become, I couldn’t let it consume me. I had to find Grady. Considering Dane’s state, I had no idea what he had said to Grady and I didn’t know if it had somehow shifted my husband’s perspective of me. If what we had was lost, then I needed to know.

I used the light from my cell phone to memorize the address and then started driving. It wasn’t far so I didn’t have to toil in my own thoughts for long. I rushed into the building and took the stairs instead of the elevator. I couldn’t even stand the thought of waiting for it to arrive. I got to the apartment door and started knocking, pushing my ear to it to see if I could hear anything. I pounded louder when I didn’t hear anything and then I heard a grunt—someone was in there. Footsteps followed and the door unlocked.

“Grady!” I dove into his arms and wrapped my hands around his neck. I pressed my lips to his and immediately tasted whiskey.

“Shit, what are you doing here?” He didn’t return my kiss and when he pulled away he put his hand on his head.

“Dane gave me the address. I was worried when you didn’t come back. I guess I should have been more worried about finding my car wrapped around a telephone pole.” The source of his intoxication seemed to be the bottle on the counter that was mostly empty.

“You saw Dane?” Grady let out a sigh. “I guess you know he didn’t give me the money, then.”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him again. “Just hold me—tell me you’re not going to leave me.”

“Leave you?” He put his arms around me. “No, I just didn’t want to come back and tell you I was a fucking failure.”

“You’re not a failure.” I leaned back and stared into his eyes. “You’re all I want—fuck the money—fuck Walter Grant and Ray Stone. Let’s just leave. Let’s get the hell out of Las Vegas tonight and never come back.”

Grady’s hand interlocked with mine and I felt something against my skin. I looked at his hand and saw the wedding band I had placed on it, although I had only seen that memory in pictures. A smile crept across my face. It was the first time he had put it on since the ceremony. I had put mine back on after the first time we made love, and just seeing it on his hand made me feel more joy than I had felt in a long time.

I started kissing him with more passion and he finally started to show signs of the desire I was used to feeling from him. Our tongues swirled together and then he led me to his bedroom. We undressed quickly and our lips continued to chase the next kiss as pieces of our clothing hit the floor. He lifted me up and turned towards the bed, sinking between my thighs as soon as we were on the mattress. His cock was already hard and my pussy was drenched with my desire for him. He started to enter me and I gasped from the pleasure of the penetration. His lips crushed mine underneath his kiss for a moment before they started to tease my neck while his hands caressed my breasts.

“This is all that matters.” I whispered into his ear and gasped again. “The two of us against the world.”

“Fuck the world.” His words came out in a raspy growl.

He started to drive his cock into me, getting faster with every thrust. I felt so close to him that it seemed like our skin was melded together. I never wanted him to stop. I just wanted to be trapped in that moment with our bodies forever consumed in the lust that had given way to love. I no longer doubted what I felt for Grady—it was the only version of love I had ever truly known.

My body reacted to his touch and it was like fireworks in my heat each time he came down between my thighs and slammed his cock deep inside me. I needed him—I wouldn’t let anyone take him from me. We could run away forever and I would live anywhere as long as I was with him. He kept the steady rhythm of our bodies coming together and I shifted my hips to take every inch of his dick, desperate for the feeling of ultimate bliss to take my mind off of everything that swirled in my head. His lips continued teasing my neck, occasionally brushing against mine as our passion continued to grow. His breath started to get harder, each thrust making my body quiver with desire for the next one.

“Harder...” I begged, squeezing him as hard as I could. “Don’t stop.”

I think there were words buried somewhere beneath his hurried breaths, but they were not loud enough for the thunder in my ears to make sense of what he said. He grunted and continued to pound his cock into me, making my body surge with pleasure. I could feel the orgasm building and I was so close to the point of no return that I could taste it on the tip of my tongue.

His cock started to throb inside me and his steady rhythm was interrupted by the lust consuming him. The bed felt like it would shatter beneath us, but I didn’t care. His throbs turned to quick, steady pulsations that felt like he had set my g-spot on fire. I went over the edge and started to orgasm, feeling my pussy clamp down on his cock. The tightness sent him over the edge as well and I felt cum rush through his shaft. He exploded inside of me, throwing his head back with a roar as he unloaded his seed. I continued to orgasm with his release, feeling a second one build and erupt before he was done. My muscles started to relax and I sank into the mattress, still locked in his arms. He slumped down on top of me and his breathing slowly returned to normal. After a few seconds of respite, he rolled to the side and our bodies remained tangled together in the afterglow of our bliss.

“I don’t think I can move...” I muttered as my eyes slowly closed. “But we need to figure out what we’re going to do.”

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” He pulled me closer and I gave him a weak nod.

Chapter 12: Grady

The pounding in my head was like being trapped in a thunderstorm when I woke up the next morning. The only thing that kept me from screaming and pulling a pillow over my face was the sight of Monica’s naked body beside me. I sat up and stumbled towards the door, feeling my stomach aching from the poison I had put in it the night before.

I walked to the kitchen and found an old bottle of Tylenol, dumping several of them in my mouth. I crunched them between my teeth as I filled a glass of water. I was parched and dehydrated, but the water made the alcohol on my tongue turn to vapor in my mouth. I turned towards the sink and prepared to throw up, but my stomach settled before it happened. I washed my mouth out with water and kept spitting until I couldn’t taste the whiskey anymore. I hadn’t been that drunk since I was a teenager and first discovered alcohol.

My feet carried me back to the bedroom and I tried to crawl into bed, but the pounding in my head made me simply collapse against the covers, which caused Monica to sit up with a startled look on her face.