Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
By the end of her first fancy awards show, Lacey knew two things to be true:
Her feet were killing her.
She was starving.
Jenna begged her and Sam to go to an after-party, but Lacey had no interest. Not with Jace lurking.
Jace walking up to her and saying hello had been a shock. Lacey should’ve known that being with Sam meant that eventually she might run into her parasitic ex-boyfriend, but in the whirlwind of the day, it hadn’t occurred to her to decline Jenna’s invitation on the off chance that bottom feeder might be present.
The first thing she asked after Sam helped her into their waiting SUV was, “Can we order room service?”
Sam chuckled and slid in next to her. Once the door was shut, he cupped the back of her neck and gave her a long, thorough kiss that made her feel like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
“Whatever my wife wants.”
Wife . Those four little letters strung together shouldn’t have sounded so nice coming from Sam’s mouth, but they did. They made her feel warm and protected. If she could shove the circumstances of their wedding out of her mind, it felt wonderful to be married.
If Lacey had any regrets about the day, it was that she had been too anxious to enjoy most of it. She’d worried herself sick that Sam was going to instantly regret his decision. That he would back out at the last second and leave her alone and embarrassed at the altar.
But then he’d said it was his joy to be her husband and the cotton candy dam holding back her emotions broke. Dissolved. No matter how she put it, she’d been toast.
“Your wife wants to take off her fucking shoes,” Lacey said, kissing him again. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and got a thrill because, legally, he was hers.
“You don’t want to leave the shoes on?” Sam asked, caressing her upper thigh and getting dangerously close to the hem of her short dress with every pass.
To his credit, John Paul was doing a very good job of pretending he couldn’t see or hear them in the backseat.
The ride to the hotel was mercifully short, and John Paul parked in the loading dock again. Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the two front seats.
“John Paul, you wouldn’t want to keep Daisy in your room tonight, would you?”
“She’s an excellent snuggler,” Lacey added, leaving out that Daisy farted, snored, and hogged the bed too.
“Consider it my wedding present,” John Paul said with a knowing smile.
While Sam gave John Paul overly complicated instructions for babysitting Daisy overnight, Lacey went to the bedroom and took off her shoes and rubbed her feet. Jenna was about half a shoe size smaller than she was, and while it worked in a pinch, her feet had paid the price. Someday she’d apologize to her feet for all she’d put them through over the years by only wearing cozy slippers and getting weekly pedicures.
The door to the hallway clicked shut, and Lacey’s heart took off. They were alone—really, truly alone—for the first time since they’d met in Barcelona. Her pussy clenched at the memory and the opportunity for uninterrupted fun.
It was their wedding night, after all.
Sam walked into the bedroom, jacket gone, looking over the leatherbound room service menu. He stopped in front of her, still reading the menu and asked, “What are you in the mood for?”
Lacey grasped his belt and began to unbuckle it. “You, mostly.”
Sam put his hand on hers to stall her and her heart dropped. “Hold on. I need to tell you something first.”
“What?”
“When I was in LA last time, I got tested.”
Lacey’s heart sank further. “Sam, what are you trying to tell me?”
Sam frowned, confused, then laughed. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to be a wedding present, but I got the results back and they’re all clear.” He took his hand off hers. “I didn’t want to tell you after things got hot and heavy.”
She fell back on the bed. “When did you find out?”
“Yesterday.” He cringed. “I’m going to be honest, it’s part of the reason I came back early. I was going to tell you last night, but things have been…irregular.”
Lacey pushed herself up on her elbows. “Mr. Shoop, are you saying that you hopped on a private jet and flew home because you wanted to see if you could fuck me bare?”
The guilty blush that spread from his neck up to his cheeks told her everything she needed to know.
“I’m flattered, by the way.” She sat the rest of the way back up and unbuckled his belt, followed by his pants. “What are you ordering me for dinner?”
Sam looked back at the menu and Lacey pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock was at the stage where it was thicker than it was long, and as she looked at it, it pulsed. She waited until he moved his mouth to speak, then licked the tip. “W-what do you want to eat?”
“Hmmm…” Lacey wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. It pulsed and expanded in her mouth, and a salty bead of precum landed on her tongue. She pulled off him with a pop, and worked his shaft with her hand. “You know I’ll eat anything.”
He groaned and made a move to join her on the bed. Lacey put her free hand on his chest to stop him.
“No, no, no. Order us some food first.”
Sam narrowed his eyes in a pathetic attempt at feigned annoyance, and picked up the room phone. He dialed room service, and as soon as he said hello, Lacey began to suck his cock with gusto. Watching him fight for his life to order appetizers, entrees, and dessert gave her endless satisfaction and made her pussy throb. She rocked her hips, trying to get some relief from the mattress, but it wasn’t enough. Sam cupped the back of her head to hold her still, and slowly, gently, forced his cock down her throat. Lacey relaxed, letting him feed it to her until she choked, then he pulled back and she gasped, then grinned up at him.
Maybe she could find a 24-hour chapel and marry him all over again. Really enjoy the experience this time. They could rent a limo, put up the partition, and he could fuck her while they drove down the Strip.
Sam hung up the phone, replaced it on the receiver, and then grabbed her by the throat. Lacey’s grin grew.
“You,” he snarled, “are a very, very naughty girl.”
“I thought I was being a very good girl,” she responded innocently, “sucking my husband’s cock.”
There was a flash of intense emotion across his face and his grip tightened. Lacey’s pussy was so wet it had spread to her inner thighs. Her hosiery was destined for the garbage, and if she didn’t get her dress off soon, it would need some serious cleaning.
“Strip,” he commanded, and released her throat. The small rush of blood made her body tingle.
Lacey stood, then turned around and bent over the bed. She looked over her shoulder at Sam. “I need help.”
Carefully, like he seemed to understand that the dress wasn’t hers and probably wasn’t Jenna’s either, Sam eased the hidden zipper down her back. When the bodice didn’t immediately fall away, he peeled it off her body.
“Oh, sunshine,” Sam ran his fingers over where the dress had dug into her skin, “you poor thing.”
“It could’ve been worse. I could’ve had to wear a bra too,” Lacey joked. If there was one upside to being less than gifted in the bust department, it was being able to forgo a bra whenever she wanted.
Sam finished taking off her dress and her underwear, then began to kiss the tender spots on her back. It was sweet, but not quite what she wanted. Right as she was about to complain, he cupped her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples how she liked. Lacey moaned and arched, grinding her ass against his cock.
“Are you going to give it to me?” she whined.
Sam’s cock slipped between her damp thighs and rubbed against her clit. A shudder rolled down her body and she moaned again. “Do you want me just like this?”
Just like this. Bare. Nothing at all between them. After so many years of meticulous condom usage, it felt illicit and taboo to even consider.
She nodded. “Yes, please. I want your cock. I want your bare cock inside my pussy.”
Sam bit her shoulder to stifle his own moan. A slight adjustment of his hips, and his thick, rigid cock pierced her entrance, spreading and stretching her open. His hand found her throat again, but he didn’t grip, just used it to hold her against him. She was so wet that it took hardly any effort for him to fill her to the root, and once he was buried in her, he was still, like he was savoring the feeling.
Lacey savored the feeling. She would never admit it to anyone not wanting to wear a condom, but it did feel different. Better. But a lot of that heightened sensation was because it was Sam and she wanted to be close with him in this way.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, and started to roll his hips. The angle, this quasi-standing position he’d put them in, felt incredible. Every movement sent bright sparks of pleasure through her body.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, and craned her head to catch his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss.
That spurred something in Sam, and his pace quickened. The hand that had still been fondling her breast slid down her belly and questing fingers found her clit. He rubbed and stroked, and even pinched, until Lacey clenched around him, screaming into his mouth as her orgasm tore through her.
When she’d relaxed, her body soft and pliable, he put the hand on her neck between her shoulder blades and pressed her chest into the mattress. Sam grasped her hips and fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit. He was using her for his own pleasure now, and she loved it.
“I’m getting close,” he warned through gritted teeth. “Where do you want it?”
Lacey considered her options through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. “If you come in me, will you clean up the mess you make with your mouth?”
It seemed like a long shot, but if she was going to ask anyone to fulfill one of her niche fantasies, it was going to be Sam.
“Yes. Fuck, you’re bad.”
His grip on her hips tightened and he slammed into her repeatedly until he pushed himself as deep as he could go and shuddered. Inside, she could feel his cock pulsing, emptying itself. Lacey clenched around him, and Sam gasped.
When he pulled out, Lacey tilted her hips to keep his load inside. He’d agreed, so he was going to get all of it. She watched him unbutton his shirt and take it off, dropping it to the floor. Then he stepped out of his pants and laid down on the bed.
“Come here,” he beckoned, and Lacey crawled to the head of the bed and straddled his face. Sam always ate her pussy like he was starving and it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and this time was no exception. He squeezed and kneaded her ass while he attacked her cunt, licking, sucking, and probing her with his tongue, moaning happily the entire time. Another small orgasm rolled through her body, and by the time Sam was lazily licking her like a cat with a bowl of cream, she was spent.
She dropped off his face and landed next to him on the bed. “Wow.”
Sam licked his lips. “Wow indeed.”
Lacey put a hand on her chest and felt her heart thundering under her palm. “You didn’t mind that last bit?”
“Do you like tasting yourself off my cock?” he asked, and she nodded. “Same concept, as far as I’m concerned. Plus, I think I taste better coming out of you.”
They lay there, kissing on the verge of sleep, until there was a knock at the door. “Room service!”
Sam rolled to his feet and went to the closet to retrieve a robe. It looked fluffy and warm, and as he left the bedroom, Lacey scrambled to the closet as fast as her cooked noodle legs would carry her and grabbed the second robe.
Lacey went into the bathroom to clean up. When she emerged, the room service attendant was gone but had left behind a vast assortment of silver-covered dishes.
“We are never going to be able to eat all of this,” she said, and sat down at the table. “Why did you order so much food?”
“Someone”—he looked pointedly at Lacey— “distracted me while I was ordering.”
“I have no regrets.” She started to take off the lids and stacked them at the end of the table. Steak, chicken, charcuterie, lobster, crème br?lée. The options felt endless. “It’s like a buffet.”
They ate, sampling the different dishes, and then Lacey lured him to the bath. It was a tight squeeze, but they both fit. Lacey used Sam as a backrest and pillow, laying her head on his shoulder and placing tender kisses on his neck.
She sighed dreamily.“This is nice.”
“Mm-hmm.” Sam took a deep breath, sinking them deeper into the tub. “Not to ruin the moment, but we need to decide when we’re going to tell people we got married.”
Her chest tightened. Currently they were in their own, blissful bubble. The only people that knew they’d gotten married were the people at the chapel, John Paul, and Jenna. Would people in Crane Cove be as excited as Jenna? Would his friends be as supportive as John Paul? And if people knew they got married, they’d have to tell them when they got divorced.
“Do we have to tell people?”
“There’s a high probability it’s going to get out,” Sam told her, swirling the water with his fingers. “Apparently the press watch those filings, and anyone can look up your name in the Clark County Clerk’s database to see if you got married.”
“Seriously?” Lacey looked at him in surprise. “Those things aren’t private?”
“Nope. Public record. It might already be out there. We might have a week before it gets out. I don’t know. Grim suggested telling Inger so she could craft something—a statement or whatever. Do you want to get ahead of the story or wait and see?”
Add Julius “Grim” Grimbe to the list of those in the know.
“Can we talk about this in the morning? There’s a lot of factors to consider.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, um, sure. You’re not embarrassed by me or anything, are you?”
Lacey was taken aback. “No. Where did you get that idea?”
“You don’t want to tell anyone.”
Open mouth, insert foot.
“No, of course I’m not embarrassed by you. It’s just that we entered into this relationship to get people out of our business, and I’m realizing that by putting out one fire, I created another one behind me. People are going to be very in our business when they find out.” She cupped his cheek and brought his face to hers for a small kiss. “It’s only been a few hours, but you’re proving to be a much better husband than boyfriend.”
That made Sam snort and roll his eyes, but there was a smile playing in the corners of that perfect mouth.