Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

My hand moved down his torso and started to caress his cock through his jeans. He was already rock hard. I unbuttoned his jeans and he helped slide them down until his cock was exposed. I sank down onto it, feeling it go deep in my pussy. I started to bounce, feeling the sensations that had been present before my orgasm build up again. My hands latched onto his shoulders and I slammed my body into him so hard the couch began to creak. I couldn’t control anything I was feeling. I wanted more—I needed another release so bad it was burning me up from the inside and I thought I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t feel it again.

He held my hips and started to bring his cock up as I descended. He drove himself so deep that my head rolled back and I saw stars. I moved my hips as fast as I could, making each thrust consume me until I was close to another orgasm. Grady’s fury was like unbridled passion and I could feel him beginning to throb inside me. It seemed that spanking me had turned him on as well because he was about to cum sooner than he ever had before when we were together.

“Keep going—just like that.” He grunted and started to breathe heavier.

“I’m gonna cum again!” My body seemed to soar into the heavens each time I lifted up and when I descended, it was like crashing into earth with the full force of orgasmic bliss.

The couch continued to creak underneath us, getting pushed to the limit of what it could withstand. It felt like my body was doing the exact same thing, but I wasn’t sure I had any limits. I could have rode his cock for eternity and still craved more, but the orgasm building inside me had a limit I was approaching fast. Grady’s cock pulsated against my g-spot, making it surge with pleasure to the point I could have just stopped and let him stay there until I erupted, but I needed to feel the explosion of his lust meeting mine. Every ascension into the heavens and crash into the earthly plane of pleasure brought him closer and when he let out a gasp, I knew he was at the same point I was.

The cum shot through his shaft like a cannon, erupting inside of me as he filled my pussy with his hot, sticky cum. The explosion of his desire consumed me and the orgasm took hold, making my body ache until there was nothing but pleasure from head to toe. I continued moving against him, letting the spasms from my orgasm milk his cock until there was nothing left and my body was spent. I sank down for the last time, leaving him buried inside of my pussy as I leaned against him and felt his hands move along my back and pull me closer.

“You didn’t hold back.” My words were tangled in my throat and came out with a gasp of exhaustion.

“Neither did you.” He gasped as well, keeping my body pressed tightly against his.

That night I dreamed of the life I fantasized about as a child, the one that had always consumed my thoughts of what I would have when I grew up. The children were no longer faceless beings playing at my feet. One was a boy that looked like a younger version of Grady and one was a girl that looked like a younger version of me. Although I never saw Grady in the dream, I knew I was married to him and he was the one responsible for everything around me. There had never been a husband in the dream before, although I always knew I had one in order to have the wonderful life my mind created. I couldn’t help but want that life with Grady. The way I felt when I was with him had begun to transcend lust and desire. It was turning into something more—something I had never felt with anyone else.

We hadn’t discussed the future at all. He hadn’t shown any signs that he was leaving or that he was unhappy, but he also hadn’t committed to anything. Our marriage wasn’t exactly founded on the same principles a normal marriage would have been built on.

I woke up the next morning with a feeling I had never experienced—fear. Fear over losing someone I was head-over-heels for.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT to watch this?” I curled up next to Grady on the couch with a bowl of popcorn as he flipped on the television.

“I may not be on speaking terms with my brother right now, but I do want to watch the draft.” Grady put an arm around me and flipped the channels until we saw Dane’s face.

“If you hadn’t stolen me away, I would be right there—so would you.” I grinned and looked up at Grady.

“I’m perfectly fine where I’m at.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and smiled wider. “Wait, he has a new girlfriend?”

“It looks that way.” Grady’s eyebrows raised as the camera showed the table and Grady’s hand interlocked with a blonde woman I didn’t recognize.

“What a tramp!” I narrowed my eyes at the television and chuckled.

“Takes one to know one?” Grady winked at me as I pretended to be upset, even though I had no emotional connection to Dane at all—seeing him on television completely confirmed that.

Dane was drafted first and as soon as they called his name, he stood up and planted a kiss on the blonde woman next to him with more passion than he had ever shown me. The camera even caught a glimpse of his tongue being shoved in her mouth. She fanned herself after it was over and sat down with her cheeks flushed red. I knew that was meant for us to see, but I didn’t care. Dane accepted his jersey, put on his hat, and thanked God—typical for him. He returned to his seat and that was the only part of the draft Grady wanted to see.

He flipped to another channel and we found a movie to watch, although our fingers were already tracing each other and we were more interested in getting to the bedroom than what was flashing on the television screen. We finished our popcorn and immediately started to kiss before the movie was even halfway over. His hand went under my shirt and started to pull it over my head, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sat up suddenly and looked at Grady with concern. He gently pushed me away and stood up.

“Stay here.” He motioned to the couch and walked towards the door.

Chapter 10: Grady

I knew who was on the other side of the door, even before I saw Ray Stone through the peephole. He wasted no time coming to see us once my brother had been drafted. I expected nothing less because it was the same thing I would have done if I was in that position. The money was finally available and they had been more patient than we deserved considering the way Walter had started running his business.

Seeing Ray’s face reinforced what I was already regretting—I was going to have to ask my brother for the money, even if it was going to take every ounce of my pride to beg for a handout. There was simply no other way to get what Monica and I needed to put the whole thing behind us. As much as I cared about my pride to the point it was sometimes foolish, I cared about Monica more. The woman that I thought was nothing but

an awful person the day I put a ring on her finger had definitely grown on me. I wasn’t willing to let her go or let anything come between us. I was enjoying the life we were building, getting to know my wife, and it was already starting to feel like forever was on the horizon once we cleared her father’s debt.

“Ray...” I opened the door and glared at him. “Surely you don’t think the money magically appeared in my hand after my brother signed his contract.”

“Mr. Grant and I didn’t want you to forget—call it a public service.” He met my glare with one of his own.

“I haven’t forgotten.” I clenched my jaw, trying to remain respectful even though there was a part of me that simply wanted to punch him in the mouth.

“I’m going to give you a week. I guess you can call that a present.” His glare turned to a smile that lacked emotion. “You helped Mr. Adamson escape, so this debt now falls on you. If I don’t have our money, you get the same treatment he was going to get.”