Twenty-Eight
Sager
When we finally get to Vegas, Cameo is passed out with one hand resting on my dick. I literally am not even sure how she’s sleeping like that because it looks uncomfortable as hell. I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to do it.
I park the car at the valet and extract my dick from under her hand, careful not to wake her. I stretch a little as the valet comes over to take my information down.
“Checking in?”
“Yes. Under Sager Stone.”
He starts writing a few things down on a tag and rips the end off, handing it over to me.
“Are you needing help with any bags?”
“No, I got it. Thank you.” I hand him a tip and walk over to Cameo’s side to open her door. Leaning in, I press a kiss to her neck, and she opens her eyes slowly. Her eyes take in the lights, and she slowly stretches.
“Come on, babe, let’s get you checked-in and we can go eat.” I take her hand and help her out of the car, taking most of her weight when she leans against me. One thing that this pregnancy has done is made her tired all the time. She used to be going and going all day long, never really stopping for much. I’ve watched her clean my whole house before because she was bored.
I had to pick her ass up and toss her on the bed just to get her to give me a few minutes. It didn’t take me long to have her naked under me either.
The valet sets the bags on the ground next to the trunk, and I grab them both as we make our way toward check-in.
“Wow, this place is amazing.” Her eyes are scanning over every inch of the place, and I can’t help but think how cute she is sometimes. I’m sure that douche Alec never took her anywhere. He probably kept her locked up at home, bored.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She grins up at me, and I get us checked into the room and on our way up to our floor. As soon as I get the door open, Cameo rushes inside and heads right to the bathroom. I think the only reason we didn’t stop a million times for her to pee was because she slept most of the way.
Setting the bags on the bed, I take off the shirt I’ve been wearing all morning and open the first bag. Before I can even get it open, Cameo has her hands on me. “Sager.” I turn to face her, and she lowers her hands to my jeans. She starts to undo them, not saying another word, just staring into my eyes.
As soon as she gets my jeans and boxer briefs down, she pushes me back on the bed. I end up taking a seat on her bag and have to move it so I don’t get a curling iron or straightener up my ass. Dropping the bag on the floor, she takes a seat on my lap, and my dick hardens when I feel her warm, wet flesh.
My hands grip her ass as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.
“Thank you.” She slowly starts to grind against me and I don’t even know what she’s thanking me for but fuck, I’ll take it. I lift her up slightly, and she grips my dick, slowly sliding herself down on me.
I groan out in pleasure, and she closes her eyes. “You don’t need to thank me, babe. I’d do anything for you.”
I slowly slide her up and down me, her belly rubbing against mine with every move. I close my eyes as she starts to bounce up and down on my dick, my lips parting slightly. Fuck, she feels so damn good.
“Sager,” she moans, head tipped back.
She starts to move even faster, and I have to hold her up to keep us from both toppling over to the ground. Every thrust feels fucking better than the last and when she rests her forehead against my shoulder, I don’t expect her to bite me.
I grunt out in pleasure from the pain and force her down on me, grinding her down on my dick even harder. I can feel my orgasm right around the corner, and I know it won’t be much longer for her. Her pussy is already squeezing the shit out of me, and I don’t know how much more I can take before I come.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she continues the pace.
“I’m going to come,” I murmur, biting her earlobe. She moans out my name before she comes around my cock. Her juices are covering me, and I pick her up and gently lay her on her back. I pound into her until she’s gasping for air and digging her nails into me even harder than before. The pain triggers my orgasm and fuck if it isn’t the best fucking one ever.
I rest my forehead against hers, careful not to put too much pressure on her stomach.
“Amazing,” she whispers.
“You want to say ‘I do’ tonight or tomorrow?”
She gets this huge toothy grin on her face and gives me the sexiest answer ever. “Now, I want to be your wife now.”
I grind into her and her lips part. Reaching a hand up, I use my thumb to trace her bottom lip. “I will be glad to make you my wife right this second.” She sucks my thumb into her mouth, and my dick hardens again, but she pushes me away from her.
“No. We are getting married before we do that again.” She giggles at her little bossiness and I just shake my head. She doesn’t even say the word sex. So fucking adorable and innocent.
“Say sex.”
She shakes her head no at me and tries to push me off of her, but I don’t move. “Just say it, babe. I want to hear you say all the dirty words you refuse to use.”
“Why?” She narrows her eyes at me like it’s some sort of conspiracy.
“Because I find it hot as hell, I love when you say dirty words.”
“You want me to say sex, cock, dick, pussy, fuck, and cunt.”
I bite my bottom lip and groan. “Fuck me,” I mutter. I didn’t expect her to say all of those. I would have been good with just one.
“You already did.” She gives me a cheeky fucking grin, and I press my lips to hers before pushing up on the bed and standing.
I pull my jeans back up and button them. “Can we go dressed like hobos?”
She gives me the stink eye and goes into the bathroom before coming out and pulling her dress over her head. She drops it on the floor, and I’m tempted to go right over to her and kiss her until we both can’t breathe, but I stay rooted right where I am.
“No, dress normal.”
I stare at her for a second and try to figure out what she means by ‘normal.’
I watch her pull out a dress that I can’t wait until I get to peel it back off of her body when we get back. Even her heels are sexy as fuck and I can’t wait to have those wrapped around my hips as I fuck her.
“Stop thinking about fucking me.”
I bite my knuckle and groan. Looking over at her she’s got a smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me right now.
“If you say fuck one more time, I won’t be liable for what I do to you.”
She winks at me and continues to get ready.
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As soon as we get to the Elvis Chapel of Love, the Elvis dude grabs ahold of Cameo and drags her off singing some awful rendition of Blue Suede Shoes. She eats it up and giggles as he serenades her.
His Pricilla is now walking me toward the altar, her hand creeping awfully low on my ass. I have to move it more than once as we stand there waiting. When I see my girl again, Elvis is walking her down the aisle, and she’s got a white veil over her face.
I suck in a breath and feel like my whole world can be summed up in this moment. She is perfection. Even in a dress that she bought from a secondhand shop, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
She is everything that I’m not, and I couldn’t be happier than I am now. Plus, I might be a fucking mess ninety percent of the time, but she loves me. She truly fucking loves me and is going to be my wife.
The Elvis starts talking, but the only thing I can focus on is her. She’s got a bashful look on her face, and when she bites her bottom lip, I practically lunge at her which gets her to giggle and Elvis to get between us before I can pull her into my arms.
It takes half a dozen Elvis sayings and way too many words before he announces that we are man and wife. I grab the back of Cameo’s head and pull her in for a kiss that she’ll never forget. Her hands grip my forearms and she kisses me back with the same fervor.
“Hot damn!” Pricilla says as I break the kiss. “You found you a good one, honey,” she says to Cameo, but she’s wrong. I’m the one who found a good one.
If I didn’t meet Cameo in that supermarket, I would still be fucking my clients and not really giving a shit about anything other than working and fucking.
I wouldn’t have a chance to build this family with Cameo and I sure as hell wouldn’t know what real love looked like. Sure I may have not had to go through the bullshit we did, but knowing that at the end of it brought me to this moment, a cheesy ass wedding with Elvis in Las Vegas, I would still think it’s all worth it.
Pricilla hands Cameo a piece of paper that everyone signed and even the witness that we pulled from the street and she flashes me a huge grin.
“It’s official!” She throws her arms around me and squeezes my neck.
“It is,” I murmur kissing her neck just like I’ve done so many times. “You are officially Mrs. Stone.”
“Eek! I love the sound of that.” I squeeze her a little, and I feel the baby kick too.
“Good.” I kiss her lips again before leading her out of Elvis’s chapel and toward the Strip.
We walk a few blocks before she grabs my hand and drags me into a casino. Half a dozen men take her in, and I’m just glad that I’m the one who has the ring on her finger now. I know it doesn’t mean much to most people because of the shit we did to her fiancé behind his back, but this shit between us is real.
I don’t think she would cheat on me. I trust her to stay faithful no matter how stupid it might make me seem.
“Where are you dragging me?” I finally ask.
“Just wait.” We weave in and out of crowds, making our way toward wherever it is she is taking us. Finally coming to a stop, I stare at the window of the shop.
“A baby store.” She nods her head up and down. “What are we doing here?” I ask, clearly not understanding.
She rolls her eyes at me just like she’s done way too often and leads me toward the back of the store. When we come to a row of nameplates, she points one out to me. “I was thinking since we didn’t have a name for the baby yet, we could name her this.”
I stare at the name that is painted on this handmade sign. My heart starts to hammer in my chest as I continue to just stare.
“Do you like it?” she finally asks when I don’t say a word.
I turn toward her and pull her into my arms, my mouth crashing down on hers.
“I fucking love it and you.”