Step Bride:A Bad Boy Mob Romance

By: B. B. Hamel

But the way he made my pussy feel, the way my head spun when he whispered dirty words in my ears, I just couldn’t stop myself.

I was saying yes.

The orgasm rocked through my body. I came on his fingers, his practiced fingers. He whispered in my ear the whole time, dirty words, as I came and came hard.

“Come on my hands, Natalie. I love this slick pussy. Come for me now and I’ll make you my bride. Then I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel. I’ll slide my thick cock between your legs, fuck you until your knees shake.”

The orgasm rocked through me, rolled up my spine. I was spinning on an incredible cloud.

The orgasm. From only his fingers. My only orgasm of the night.

I shook my head, looking at the window. I wasn’t sure what time it was. Part of me couldn’t believe what had happened.

I still didn’t know his last name.

“Nat?” I looked over and Pacey as awake. “Where did you come from?”

“Hey, Pace.”

She sat up, her head in her hands. “I feel like fucking shit.”

“I know. I saw the puke in the toilet.”

She made a face. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”

I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s Vegas, right?”

“Speaking of which.” She looked up at me, grinning. “What happened to you last night?”

I opened my mouth but stopped. How could I explain it to her? Well, I married a guy, but I freaked out after the ceremony and made him take me home. I couldn’t say that, but I didn’t want to lie.

“Nothing really happened,” I said, telling a half-truth. “We didn’t sleep together or anything.”

“Seriously?” She looked genuinely surprised. “That guy was gorgeous, Nat. Why not?”

“Well,” I said slowly, “it got a little weird, I guess. Freaked me out, moved too fast.”

She sighed. “Typical,” she said, grumbling. “A guy wants to do more than kiss you and you’re suddenly freaking out.”

I nodded sheepishly. “That’s right. Silly old me.”

“Ugh, I need to wash this vomit taste from my mouth.” She stood up and walked into the bathroom unsteadily.

I felt bad about keeping the truth from her, but it was just all too soon and too strange. I kept thinking about the way he got me off, so confidently and seriously, and then about what had happened afterward.

I kept thinking about the Elvis preacher. About the vows, the ceremony, the kiss. It felt fake, but I knew that those things really were legal in Vegas. Afterward, I asked him to take me home. He only nodded and dropped me off, disappearing as mysteriously as he had appeared.

And yet I couldn’t stop thinking about his kiss, his touch. It was addictive and incredible, and I had never felt like that before, not with any other guy I’d been with.

Lucas wasn’t a guy; he was a man. A totally different breed of man than I’d ever been around before.

I heard Pacey brushing her teeth in the other room, so I quickly checked my phone. As I’d left the limo last night after the ceremony, I had given Lucas my number.

No calls or texts from any unknown numbers. But there was a voice mail from my mother.

I felt a little disappointed, but what did I expect? I had let the guy get me off, married him, and then freaked out and ran away all within like a few hours’ time.

“You ready to get out of here?” Pacey said, leaning against the wall.

“I am, but you definitely don’t look like you are.”

“I just need breakfast,” she said. “An enormous breakfast. And vodka.”

I laughed. “No vodka for you. We’re going back home now, remember?”

“Don’t remind me.”

She disappeared back into the bathroom and I heard the shower go on.

Curious, but also dreading it, I tapped on my mother’s voice mail and held the phone up to my ear.

“Natalie? Ugh, I hate leaving messages, but this is important. You’re coming home, right? You may have seen some stuff in the gossip rags. It’s very important that you call me back immediately. Love you!”

I frowned at the phone and listened to the message again, a stone growing in my gut. Mom didn’t normally even talk about the gossip rags, so it was a little unusual that she mentioned them specifically. I tapped her name and called her back.

“Hello? Natalie?” She answered on the second ring.

“Hi, Mom,” I said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in Las Vegas right now. I told you that.”

“Oh.” I could hear the annoyance in her voice, but I had told her. I’d texted and called and emailed my itinerary, but obviously she hadn’t paid attention to it. “Well, I have some important news.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” she said. “Not everything is bad, you know.”

“Sorry, but the last time you said that you had gotten arrested.”

“That was just one time,” she grumbled. “And anyway, that’s all behind me now.”

“What do you mean?”

“The drinking, the partying. Hell, even the TV. It’s all done with.”

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