His lips are soft and taste like coconut as he takes my mouth in a kiss that is both magical and unforgettable. I’ve had plenty of kisses, but this is more than just any old, ordinary kiss. This is my first last kiss. The forever kind. The one where you can feel an electricity from the soles of your feet to the top of your head. The energy runs its way through your body where you forget your own name. This kind of kiss makes me want to fall into his arms and let him have his way with me. One kiss… and I’m his. I’m all in and there is not looking back.
“I love you, Gracie.” He breathes against my skin as he works his way down my neck, teasing and whispering promises as he goes. “And now that I have you.” He moves one knee and spreads my legs apart. “I’m going to show you how much.” Each promise he punctuates with a kiss down my body making promises, I pray that he keeps.
“Worship you.” Lick.
“Cherish you.” Suck.
“Make you come so fucking hard, you forget his name.”
I gasp. His name?
I should care, but I don’t. Not with the way he’s making me feel. His fingers roaming, his taste looming. I could care less who’s who.
He runs his finger down the seam of my white lace thong. Teasing me. Testing me. Making me forget.
He hooks his finger in the side and moves it to the side. His hot breath making more promises of what’s to come.
My back arches. I need him now.
“Yes… right there.” I thread my hands through his wavy hair and let myself forget.
“Oh my God this feels so good.” I moan, my eyes practically rolling back into my head from the way his tongue teases a path to where I need him most.
“Gracie…eyes on me,” he demands.
I don’t want to. I want to lay here and enjoy the waves of extasy pulsating through my body.
“Look at me.” He sits between my legs, all tangled up with me and our heavy breath mingles as he pleads for my eyes to be on his. I force my eyes open and watching the way he’s drinking me in is intoxicating. It’s so erotic the way his emerald, green eyes tease me with just one look. Filled with wicked pleasures awaiting me. Wait green eyes?
Weston?
“Oh my god!” I squeeze my eyes shut. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. Or having a nightmare. Either way, fantasizing about Weston Moore, my fiancé’s older brother, is not okay.
Ex-fiancé, I remind myself.
He never showed up to the wedding. Our wedding.
No note.
No phone call.
Nothing.
He left me at the alter, and now, I’m in bed with his brother. Seems like a fair trade. Okay, maybe not fair and totally unacceptable, but on the brink of an orgasm isn’t the time to debate any of this. Even if it was a dream.
Why did I have to wake up? Now, I’m hungover and a whole lot of horny—not the best combo.
“Screw you, Vegas.” I pry one eye open, then the other, giving them time to focus as I sit up in bed.
I fall back against the leather headboard and rub my temples. My head pounds.
“Make it go away,” I mumble, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers brush against plastic, and I squint, making out a glass of water and bottle of ibuprofen. Tossing my cell on the bed, I take the drink and a couple pills. At least I was prepared for the aftermath of my all-nighter.
I sit here for a moment and will myself to get out of bed or something—anything other than trying to remember what happened yesterday.
“Get it together.” I give myself a pep talk as I mentally make a list of things I need to do.
Check in with Shay.
Book a flight home.
Get the hell out of here.
I pick up my phone and dial my best friend since kindergarten. She was supposed to be my maid of honor and witness, but she got a stomach bug the night before we were supposed to fly out and had to cancel.
“Hello, Mrs. Moore. How are you this morning?” Shay singsongs, sounding a little less sick and a lot more like herself.
“Not good!” I whisper, making sure Shay is the only person who can hear my confession. “Todd dumped me at the alter and I had a dream about…” I look around the room and cup my hand over the bottom of the phone like it’s bugged or something.
“Stop with the dramatics! A dream about what?”
“His brother,” I groan.
“Mmm…how was Weston?”
“Oh my God! He was everything.” I practically purr into the phone, remembering how the feel of his lips on my skin made my toes curl.
“Tell me more,” Shay begs. “I want every single juicy detail.”
“I wish I could remember it all, but he…”
Wait? I just told her Todd left me at the alter and she wants to hear about my dream? Am I even awake right now? What in the hell is going on here?
“Spit it out, Gracie. We’ve always wondered what Weston is working with, and now you finally know. Spill the fucking beans, girl!”
It was only a dream…what does it hurt?
“He shook me to the core. I’m talking a ten on the Richter Scale.” I shiver remembering the way his emerald eyes seduced me between my thighs. “I’m still trembling.” I close my eyes, trying to hold onto the memory a little while longer.
“I knew it!” Shay whistles. “How do you get all the hot guys?”
“It was a dream!” I remind her.
“So you keep saying.” Shay laughs.
Why isn’t this fazing her?
“Don’t you even care that Todd bailed on me and left me at the alter or that I’m alone in Las Vegas? Or that I’m…”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I care so much, I was willing to take the red-eye to Vegas, a barf bag in one hand and Pepto in the other, when you called me drunk as a skunk last night.”
I roll my eyes. I was pretty drunk, but it’s not like I was traveling the city by myself. I had Sully, the limo driver the One Step Wedding Shop provided to make sure I made it back to the honeymoon suite safely.
“But since you still seem to be under the influence let me rewind for a moment and be straight up with you for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. Fuck Todd!”
“Fuck Todd?”
“Now you’re remembering. Fuck Todd!” Shay laughs as if she’s the evil queen in one of our favorite Disney movies. “No one cares about him anyway. He’s a boring tight ass douche canoe who should have married you years ago. Instead, he toyed with your heart and dragged you through hell and back before he finally decided to take the plunge. Only to bail right before you say I do! Typical—fucking—Todd! He couldn’t even tell you himself. So yeah, all respect for him is gone! It’s vanished. It’s non-existent. Who’s this Todd guy again?”
“Not my husband.”
“That’s right!” Shay snorts.
“You snorted.”
“I did. Because it’s funny.”
“Me not getting married is funny?”
“So fucking hilarious. Especially since you can’t even...”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I need coffee to deal with your ass at…” I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Shit it’s almost noon!” I throw back the covers and freeze. “Holy shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m naked.”
“Interesting.”
“Seriously? I have a wicked hangover and can barely remember anything besides getting dumped by Todd and his brother’s face buried between my legs. This doesn’t concern you?” I search for the robe I tossed on the couch before sliding on my white dress yesterday.
“Not one bit.”
“Screw you!” I pad my way over to the sofa and pick up my wedding dress. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” I jump around in circles screaming.
“Gracie! What’s wrong?” Shay calls out.
“They have rats!” I throw the dress on the floor.
“There is no way a five-star wedding resort has rats.”
“I saw one.” I back away trying to look under the couch and bed to see if I can see where the sneaky rodent snuck off too.
“I call bullshit.”
“Whatever.” I hit video chat so she can see for herself. “It’s around here somewhere.” I walk over to my suitcase and give it a little wiggle.
“Well, hello Gracie’s tits!” Shay chuckles.
“Huh?” I glance down at myself realizing that I’m still naked. “Shit!” I leap over to the sofa, grab the robe and slide it on.
“Hey, question. Did you wax or laser?”
“What are you even talking about?”
“Your sugar cookie.” Shay winks. “I mean, I tried to look away, but you look good, girl.”
I roll my eyes as I secure the white satin into place. “Wax—and you should do it. Now, can you help me find the rat?”
“Fine. Turn the camera around and hold it out in front of you.”
“Good thinking.” I walk around the room, waving the phone around in front of me.
“Can you stop moving me around so fast. I’m getting motion sickness.”
I flip the phone around so she could see me. “I’m sorry. I forgot you’re sick.”
“It’s okay. How about you call the—?”
“I see a tail!” I point to the wedding dress where a naked tail is sticking out from under the pools of lace. “Look!” I flip the phone back so Shay can see I’m not losing my mind.
“Pick it up!”
“The rat?”
“Yes, the rat. No, Gracie…the dress!”
“But what if it jumps on me?” Easy for her to say. She isn’t the one standing here.
“Rats don’t jump.”
“Liar! I’ve seen Ratatouille. They jump.”
“They also cook soup. Don’t believe everything you see.” Shay sighs. “Now, lift the dress, and I’ll take a pic when I see it. At least you’ll have evidence.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I tiptoe over to the dress and slowly start to pick it up, the tail disappearing as I lift.
“Oh shit!” Shay calls out. “I think it’s attached to the dress.”
“Shay! What do I do?” I whine, trying not to freak the hell out. “Tell me!”
“I don’t know. I…uh…lay it across the chair.”
“Why?”
“So you can see the other side and I can get a picture.”
“This is so dumb.” I lift the dress higher, draping it over the chair next to the sofa.
“Good! Now, walk around so I can get a picture.”
I shake my head no, but she can’t see me.
“Do it!” Shay whisper-shouts.
“Fine.” I make a big loop around the table, creating distance in case the rodent wants to take off.
“Um…?” Shay questions the same time as I realize what I’m seeing. “I didn’t know rats wore red hoodies and gold chains. Geesh…only in Vegas.”
“I don’t think it’s a rat.”
I move in a little closer. It has a death grip on a pink Ring Pop glued to my dress.
“No shit, Sherlock! Looks like a ferret if you ask me. A hip-hop ferret.”
“Greg?” The name falls from my lips, and the ferret makes eye contact as it continues its attack on the candy.
Gangsta Greg, the dancing ferret.
“What in the hell happened last night?” I mumble to myself, falling against the wall.
“Well…” Shay pipes up as someone knocks on the door.
“Hold that thought.” I glance down at Greg. “And you stay there.”
I make my way to the door.
I look down at Shay as she rubs her hands together. “I wonder who it could be?”
“What’s your deal?” I flip the camera around so she can see me. “What do you know?”
“Who me?” she asks as I reach for the handle. “I know nothing,” she says, feigning innocence. “Open the door.”
“Hmm…” I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes as the knocking continues. “I’ll call you back.”
“No! Wait…” Shay calls out as I hang up.
“Can this day get any weirder?” Taking a deep breath, I swing the door open, and my jaw drops.
“Weston.”
“Hey, babe!” He holds up a brown bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but I kind of locked myself out. I left the key on the table.”
He steps inside and hands me the paper cup. “Dark roast, half and half, with a couple sugars.”
“Thank you?” It’s more of a question than a statement. “Wait…” I glance back to the table to see the key laying there. “You were here?”
Weston’s emerald eyes are back on me. And this time, they’re very much real.
“I don’t break my vows, Gracie.” Weston takes a step closer, and my breath hitches. He shouldn’t make me feel this way. It’s wrong on so many levels, but I can’t help it. “When I promised to never leave and always bring you coffee, I meant ever single word.”
“Vows?”
Weston cocks his head to the side. “Yes, vows.” He smirks. “You know…the death ’til you part kind.” He leans down and whispers in my ear. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire over my skin. “Mrs. Weston Moore.”
My eyes shoot open. The memories come crashing in like a tidal wave.
Shots.
Fuck Todd.
Snoop Dogg.
Gangsta Greg.
The giveaway.
The wedding…
“Oh my God… Weston—we’re married!”
Weston flashes me a sexy smirk. “Very married.” He winks.
My eyes dart over to the bed then back to him. “That was real?” I reach up and touch my lips, remembering the way his mouth felt on mine.
“If you forgot, I can remind you.” Weston reaches an arm behind me and pulls me close. “But first, you’re going to eat.”
“I knew Vegas was a bad idea.”
“Nah, it’s the best mistake of our lives.” Weston kisses the top of my head. “Let’s eat and talk. Not everything that happens in Vegas will stay in Vegas. Not this time.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”