Page 67 of Fake Dark Vows
I cling to the side of the bed, and poke about in my memories of the night before.
Elvis.
The chapel.
Champagne, confetti, and laughter.
I crack open one eye again, and there it is: the tacky gold band on my wedding ring finger, looking totally at odds beside the Tiffany solitaire.
I squeeze my eyes closed, heart racing, nausea crashing about inside me like a tidal wave. What did we do? I vaguely remember calling Brandon a coward again and demanding that we find Elvis. But when I try to recall his response, it all goes fuzzy.
We found Elvis—he was wearing the iconic white pantsuit with gold tassels. He had the fake snarl, and I think I tried to touch it, pulling the same facial expression myself while encouraging Brandon to take photos. Elvis sang ‘Love Me Tender’ in the chapel, serenading us.
The chapel.
I sit up too quickly and hold my head in both hands to stop it from rolling away and bouncing across the floor. When the world stops spinning, I turn my head slowly, a fraction at a time, and stare at Brandon, the sheet only half covering his naked body.
Heat floods my cheeks. We barely made it back to the room before we were fucking like wild animals.
I need to get up.
“Slowly…” I mutter under my breath.
The room slides out from under me when I stand, and I lean against the wall for support. I take a tentative step, and my left foot gets tangled up in my dress. I spot a shoe on the floor. My purse. It’s a miracle I still have it.
I make it to the walk-in shower, trembling, the hammer still knocking my skull into shape, and stand under the shower head with my eyes closed. I don’t know how long I stay like that, the hot water hitting my face, the billowing steam protecting me from the rest of the world. Five minutes? An hour?
Gradually, the water revives me enough for me to start feeling other things. I’m sore. I focus on my nipples and realize that they’re stinging.
Brandon was biting them, nibbling them between his teeth before he turned me around and pressed me up against the window of our room, naked, while he fucked me from behind. His breath was hot in my ear. “Does it turn you on, knowing that everyone in the other tower can see us?”
“Yes.” I remember breathing the word, twisting my neck, my lips desperate for his. He had one hand around my neck, and the other was inside me, his fingers rubbing against my clit as his cock slid in and out.
“Fuck.” My mouth fills with hot water, but I can still taste him. My lips are bruised and cracked, but I want to go back into the room and kiss him some more.
I peer down at my body. My breasts and abdomen are flushed, and there’s a faint rash around my nipples from Brandon’s stubble. I feel a tingling sensation between my legs and instinctively touch myself, my fingertips recoiling from the swollen flesh.
Eyes shut, the images just keep on coming.
Brandon forcing my legs apart, watching me while his tongue probed and licked. Slowly at first, long hard licks, teasing until he found the right spot and my back arched, pushing myself onto him. He opened me up with his fingers so that he could get his tongue deep inside, and I heard myself making noises I never thought I would make because they were for other women. Women who enjoyed being heard.
He stopped before I reached an orgasm. “Do you want me, Rose?”
“Yes.” Panting. Unable to stop the twitches wracking my body.
“How badly?”
“Lick me, Brandon.” My cheeks flush and my heart races as I replay my own voice in my head. “Now!”
Brandon forced my legs backwards, my knees touching my ears. He pushed two fingers inside me and stood up so that he could watch me writhing on the bed, my hands tangled in the sheets. “Deep enough for you?”
I could only pant in response—I was so close… So close.
“Rose, is it deep enough for you, or do you want more?”
“I … want … more.”
He removed two ties from the drawer of his closet, and bound my ankles to the headboard, exposing my dripping pussy. He kissed me, smothering my mouth until I couldn’t breathe, and I kissed him back because it was the craziest, sexiest thing that had ever happened to me.