“I thought you said we were only going to be here for two days?” I rolled away after riding his dick like a wild bronco and made sure to keep the sheet around me up to my neck, and put some of the million and one pillows on the bed between us.
He was still huffing and puffing but I knew if he saw so much as a tit he’d be off and running again. He grabbed the pillows and tossed them, he knew what I was doing with those shits. I squinted my eyes at him. “Stay on your side Chance, what the hell day is it?”
I really didn’t know, we hadn’t left the room since we came in that first day. The ‘room’ was a two level two bedroom with living room dining room and kitchen. The only time I saw any of those other rooms was when he was doing me in one of ‘em.
The cleaning people came in discreetly and cleaned while we were in some other part of the place, per his arrangements I’m sure.
We ate, bathed and fucked. I made a comment a day or so ago that I’d always wanted to come to Vegas and now that I was here I hadn’t seen a damn thing. His answer, fuck me doggie style in front of the bank of windows so I could look out while he was doing me.
“You have something to get back to?”
“Uh life, plus I have to call my mom soon or she’d start to worry. I’ve never gone longer than a week without calling her.”
“Why did I get the impression that you lived with your mom?”
“I’d just met you I wasn’t going to tell you that I lived in a strange city all by my lonesome. You coulda been one of those serial killer types.”
“I look like a serial killer to you?”
“Have you seen Ted Bundy? I’d a done him and he was one crazy fuck.”
“You’d have done what with him?”
Seriously? I didn’t even bother answering him he’s a little cuckoo.
“I’ll do you one better, we’ll swing by your mom on our way home, where is she?”
“My mother still lives in New Jersey, but uh, I’m not sure it’s time to meet her yet.
“Too bad, we’re going.”
Well shit, this is going to be the shortest non celebrity wedding in creation. My mom is not what you might call sane. She’s as sweet as peach pie, but she doesn’t play with a full deck. She’s been in the country more than twenty years and still you can’t get the Caribbean out of her.
My dad had met her while vacationing in Barbados and brought her back to the states. Come to think of it, their story wasn’t much different to ours. Except dad wasn’t loaded. I love teasing him about his whiteness but half of my relatives look just like him. He was in for a surprise.
“Let’s get some breakfast and then we’ll leave I have to get back and take care of some things as well so we can leave on our honeymoon.”
“Say what now? what was this?”
“Our wedding night.” I just shook my head in wonder, the man has some crazy ass notions. In between his marathon fucks he likes to cuddle and talk and I’ve come to the conclusion that people with money, real money, see things a hell of a lot different to the rest of the world.
I was getting a bit nervous the closer it came time to leave. Not only because we were going to meet my mother, but because we were going back to the real world. “What’s the matter sweetheart? You got sad all of a sudden.”
We were on the jet on the way to Jersey. My husband owns a jet. I think it was only now setting in for me all that we’d done in the last week or so. This one doesn’t give me time to catch a thought so I’ve been caught up in his world of crazy all this time, but now…
“Tell me.” He squeezed my hand.
“Are you always going to be this attentive? Or are you going to turn into someone else once we get back to Georgia? And what about your friends and family, what are they going to think about you marrying me?” These were things we’d shied away from, or at least I had the last few days.
“Look at me. You didn’t marry them, you married me. I love you or we wouldn’t be here. And to answer your question, I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. You’re my wife. I’m gonna give you some time to figure out what that means once we get back home, if I see you drowning I’ll rescue you.” What the hell did that mean?
Chance
We pulled up to a nice little cottage that seemed to be buried in flowers. She took my hand nervously, as we headed up the walk to the door. “Relax princess it’s going to be fine she’s going to love me.” I’ve never seen her this rattled but all the way here she’d talked a mile a minute trying to prepare me for the meet.