Riley
“Would you like another drink, Mrs. Rogers?”
Shivers raced down my spine at Camden’s words. Not only from the way his breath hit my neck as he spoke, but also hearing him call me Mrs. Rogers. I never thought taking someone’s last name would be such a turn-on, but apparently it was. Something else that became apparent to me as he wrapped his arms around me from behind was that my husband was also turned on by my new last name, the evidence pressed against my ass.
“I’m good,” I said, grinding my hips into his erection. Nothing too obvious—we were out in public still.
“Oh no, Mrs. Rogers, I think you’re a little bit naughty.”
I giggled as his mouth found my neck and he peppered kisses along the sensitive skin.
“Seriously though,” he said, spinning me around so I was facing him, “can I get you something?”
My hands slid up his chest, admiring the navy suit jacket he still wore and how well his awesome fucking muscles filled it out.
My husband was hot.
My husband was hot.
“Babe?” he asked, a smirk on his face. “Drink?”
I bit my lip and shook my head.
His hands slid down from my waist and back to cup my ass through my dress.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?”
I nodded. “Too many times.”
“Not enough times,” he argued. His gaze smoothed over me, from my face down my chest and over the rest of my dress. “Fuck. This dress, Riley. It’s the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever worn.”
I rose onto my toes, which wasn’t easy in my stilettos, and whispered in his ear, “You should see what’s under my dress.”
“So, we’re done here, then?” he asked, pulling away and hauling me toward the exit.
“Camden,” I giggled. “We can’t just leave. This is our reception.”
He stopped, but only to pull me back into his arms.
I didn’t complain.
We’d had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves, but everyone seemed to understand. Even strangers. Turns out, when a woman in a fancy, even-close-to-white dress and a man in a snazzy suit walk down the Vegas Strip, everyone knows you got married. It was almost as if the entire city was attending our reception.
We’d gone from the chapel to a fancy dinner where all our friends and family raised their glasses and toasted to our marriage. We ate amazing food and drank our weight in champagne. Everyone was laughing and smiling most of the time. Camden’s mother did sit next to him for a minute, and I covertly eavesdropped as they discussed Camden’s wedding ring. Hearing Cam tell his mother that he was glad to have the ring and honored to wear it made me feel much better about bombarding him. I knew eventually we’d talk about it, have a deeper conversation about what it meant to him to have that ring on his finger, but for that night I was content to let it be. He was happy. I was happy. We had our whole lives to talk about sad things.
After dinner our parents politely declined to come out and party with all of us, even though we tried our best to convince them. After dropping them back off at the hotel, I commandeered the wedding party and gave Camden my own surprise, taking him someplace I knew he’d love.
When we’d pulled up to the arcade, Camden laughed for a good three minutes.
“Come on, Skee-Ball shark, go in there and show everyone how it’s done.”
And he did.
We’d played Skee-Ball and air hockey and Pac-Man for hours, and it was the best night ever.
And it wasn’t over yet.
“The bride and groom are always the first to leave the reception. It’s tradition,” Camden said, his lips finding my neck again. But he suddenly pulled away and gave me a serious face. “In fact, it’s our weddingly duty to walk out of this establishment right now. Our marriage may be cursed if we don’t.”
“Well,” I replied, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably, “we can’t let that happen.”
He kissed me again, his mouth lingering on mine for longer than necessary, but I didn’t mind. When he finally pulled back, it was with a smile and a wink.
God, I love this man.
He took my hand and we made the rounds, saying thank you and good night to everyone. I wasn’t sure when our flight back home left, but I figured someone would fill me in and I would see everyone the next day to go back to our normal lives.
Well, they’d be going back to their normal lives. I’d be going back married.
I squeezed Hadley harder than the rest.
“Thank you for everything, Had. There’s no one else I would have wanted with me today.”
“Shut up, bitch,” she said, trying to sound tough, but I heard the crack in her voice.
I pulled back and looked over her shoulder where Justin was standing, staring at her. As soon as he caught me looking at him, he turned away.
“Everything okay with Justin?”
“Hmm?” she asked, pretending as if she hadn’t heard me.
“Are you going to be all right here with Justin?” I knew he would never intentionally hurt Hadley, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t upset her. I wanted everyone to have a good night. “Do you want to ride back to the hotel with us?”
She scoffed. “Right. And sit next to you guys while you grope each other in the limo? No, thanks. I’ll take my chances with Justin.”
I gave her a careful look, then decided that Hadley was a big girl and could make her own decisions. I just wanted her all right at the end of the evening.
“Okay, but use the buddy system. Don’t go back to the hotel alone, all right?”
“Yes, Mom.” She rolled her eyes at me.
“Love you,” I told her.
“Love you too.”
As soon as we were in the limo, Hadley’s prediction became reality—Camden was, indeed, all over me. I was okay with it though, because ever since I saw him standing at the end of that aisle in the crisp blue suit, I’d wanted to get my hands on him. On his thighs, specifically. All night the blue fabric clung to his thighs, and it was all I could do not to lean over and bite them.
Yes, bite them.
Did I mention I’d had a lot of champagne?
We were too drunk and too in love for seat belts, and I was too turned on to remain in my seat, so I climbed over him, straddling one of his legs, and smirked at his eyes lit up with lust.
“You’re in for it now, husband.”
“Is that right?” he asked as his hands started at the backs of my knees and slid slowly up my thighs until he met the edge of my lacy thong.
“Yep,” I said, popping the P. “You’re my husband, and it is your legal obligation to let me use your body for all my pleasure.” Even as I said the words I rocked back and forth on his leg. I wasn’t going to ride his thigh to orgasm in the limo, but there was nothing wrong with getting a little riled up on the way to the hotel. I could always finish what I’d started once we got there.
“Well, by all means,” he said, squeezing my ass.
I kissed him then, my mouth crashing over his, my hands threading through his hair, and everything about it felt more right than it ever had before. It was different, kissing my husband. As soon as Camden and I were officially together, it hadn’t occurred to me that we’d ever be apart, but kissing him as his wife was a strange and wonderful kind of different. I’d always wanted to kiss him forever, but now it seemed as though that would happen. He was mine. Forever.
Thinking about the wedding and our commitment, it was strangely arousing.
I wanted to fuck my husband. Bad.
In some part of my mind I’d always thought wedding nights were supposed to be loving and sensual. There was supposed to be candlelight and romance.
Nope.
I just wanted to be filled with him, to be connected, to feel him inside me knowing it was him and me forever.
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress, babe,” he growled just before moving his mouth down my jaw to my throat. I craned my neck, offering him more to taste, all the while my hips moving back and forth as he palmed my ass, his fingers dipping scandalously close to my opening.
The limo came to a stop and we heard the driver door open, so I climbed off Camden and headed for the door I knew the driver would be opening soon. I wasn’t even planning on trying to pretend I wasn’t dry humping my husband in the back of the limo—it was Las fucking Vegas and I was sure shit like that happened all the time.
So it was with a big smile that I hopped down from the big limo and held out my hand for Cam. He tipped the driver but said nothing, and we made our way into the hotel.
It took a few minutes to wind our way through the casino and get to the elevators, but his hand was in mine the whole time. Fortune smiled upon us when the elevator doors closed and we found ourselves alone. His arms were immediately around me and his mouth was instantly covering mine. He kissed me hard and it was exactly what I needed, especially when he thrust his hips against me and I could feel every ridge and outline of his erection.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened on our floor. We practically ran to our door, but before Camden inserted the key, he lifted me at the waist and my legs instinctively went around his hips, my hands in his hair, my lips on his neck.
Once the door was open, there was absolutely nothing stopping us.
His mouth found mine again as he growled down my throat, and I used every muscle I could isolate to grind my core against his cock, still very hard and still very much inside his pants.
I heard the door slam closed and then my back was against the nearest wall, Camden pinning me with his hips.
There were no words exchanged, no loving or tender caresses.
We were both riding a wild high created by lust and I just needed him. My husband. Inside me.
I unfastened his belt and then the closure on his pants, all the while kissing him senseless. I managed to push his pants down far enough to free his cock, and within seconds my thong was pulled aside and Camden pushed into me.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted as he seated himself fully inside of me, pushing in far enough that I felt him bottom out against me.
I gasped and clutched him tighter, holding him to me, just wanting to feel full of him for a moment.
There’d been no foreplay once we’d reached the room. We’d had hours of it beforehand. Just marrying him was foreplay enough. The image of his smiling face as he said his vows was the biggest turn-on. It was with that picture in my mind that I pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back hungrily, and after a few moments he finally pulled out and pushed back in, both of us groaning with the movement.
“More,” I rasped between kisses. “Please.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice. His hands moved to my ass, holding me up as he pistoned his hips at a punishing speed. It was blissful.
“Fuck,” he growled again. Just his voice pushed me closer to the edge I’d been dancing around since we left the arcade. “Touch yourself, Riley. I want to feel you come around me.”
My hand snaked between us, slipped under my lacy thong, and I found my clit and circled it, matching his pace.
“Get there, babe,” he ordered, and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. It was so hot, the idea of how keyed up we both were, that just a few strokes would set us both off. We were like fireworks, dynamite, our fuses so short.
“Yes,” I moaned as he picked up speed.
“I want my wife to come.”
And that was it. That was all I needed. Camden Rogers called me his wife as he thrust his cock so damn deep inside me I could barely see straight. I convulsed around him, shuddering, crying out, and holding on to him for dear, dear life.
“That’s it,” he grunted, then picked up even more speed until he finally stilled and shuddered himself.
Our breaths both panted out heavily, my forehead resting against his shoulder, his hands still holding me under my ass. It wasn’t sweet, and it wasn’t candles and rose petals, but it was fucking fantastic.
“Hey,” he said quietly after a moment, causing me to lift my head and look at him. “I love you.”
That was all the romance I really needed. Just him, loving me.
“I love you too.”
He kissed me then, slowly, and I could feel his love for me down to my bones.
He pulled away and gave me a smirk.
“I still want to see what you’ve got on under this dress.”
“Okay,” I whispered, finding myself strangely close to tears.
“You all right?”
I nodded. “I’m just really happy.”
He smiled. “Me too, babe.” He kissed me once more, short and sweet. “Let’s take this dress off and let me get a good look at you. Then we’ll get in that huge tub and clean up.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Then I’ll get you dirty again,” he said with that sexy fucking smirk.
“Sounds perfect.”