Chapter 24
CONNOR
The room erupts in low cheers as I arrive at the Vegas hotel penthouse. A mix of friends, teammates, and in an odd twist to the traditional bachelor party, my dad and his friends, including my father-in-law, are in attendance.
This should be completely awkward, especially since Briggs played a role in organizing this evening. But I know there will be no strippers or anything questionable since, well, I’m already married.
Instead, the room is set up with poker tables, a private bar, and a buffet of food to finish off our night.
Because all day we’ve been on the go. A helicopter ride over the canyon, car racing at the speedway, and a scavenger hunt that led us back to the chapel where I got hitched yet don’t remember.
Briggs grins as he walks over to me with a bottle in one hand, offering me his hand to pull me into a bear hug. “Keeping it real and giving us a little déjà vu. Oh, and I controlled the guest list, so, sorry, I did not invite Vaugh.”
“That’s kind of a dick move. He’ll be at the wedding, you know. Unlike you, I consider him a friend. He volunteered once at the summer camp for kids.” It’s a lost cause, and Briggs takes a swig of his beer bottle. “We’re going to play poker?” I ask.
“Yeah, and I’m going to give a not-safe-for-the-dads speech.” He winks and cheekily grins, leaving before I can protest, but my half-glare and grin are apparent.
Briggs passes my dad who is approaching me with a whiskey in hand. It’s kind of unusual to see him letting loose a little. He’s always been easy to hang out with, but he’s more of a BBQ type of guy.
He pats my shoulder. “Enjoying your day?”
“For sure.”
“Your brothers are not thrilled about missing out, but they are way too young for this. Your uncle wishes he was here,” he comments.
My lips quirk out. “I get it. Kind of inappropriate for the owner of the Spinners to be at my bachelor party if word got out.”
My dad rubs my shoulder. “He did ensure we have the best whiskey available and sent some cigars our way.”
I chortle. “I think you’re living in your element right now. You didn’t have a bachelor party when you eloped. Plus, you’re off the hook from dad duty for the weekend.”
“Whoa there, Son. I’m never off the hook from dad duty. I’m here to ensure you keep it respectable, as I know you will.” His tone is humorous.
“Lies,” I joke. “I’m a good cover. Now go, go enjoy owning the night.”
His response is to chuckle.
As soon as he’s off, Spencer is before me. Except, unlike my father, Spencer’s smile is subtle. “This is a bit opposite to the lady’s high tea bridal shower,” he notes while he looks into his scotch glass.
I laugh. “I don’t think Hadley minds. Besides, she had a wedding dress fitting today.
” We are throwing together a wedding in record time because pre-season games start soon, and we didn’t want to wait until next summer, because that’s what the calendar will do to us, make us wait.
Luckily, our moms were ready to go, and this ship is sailing.
Spencer now breaks out in a grin. “Want my advice?”
I smirk shyly. “I’ll hear it anyhow.”
“Next off-season, take it easy.”
I clap my hands together, eager for a drink. “Oh my God, I couldn’t agree more.”
One of my teammates brings me the scotch bottle to freshen up my drink. I’ve been pacing myself all day, and luckily, we had a big lunch too.
Someone turns the music down, and Briggs hits his glass with a cocktail straw to draw silence into the room.
“Gentlemen, the sun has set, and we’re heading into the night.
Bring your A-game to the poker tournament that we have planned and enjoy the drinks.
We’re all here because of this man right here.
” Briggs points his glass in my direction.
“Back in May, a bunch of us came out here for my birthday. What we didn’t expect was that our boy Con would decide to ditch the party, carrying his future bride out over his shoulder. ”
A bunch of guys begin to cheer while I stand in the middle of the room, patiently accepting the roast that my friend is about to give me.
“For those of us lucky enough to witness the many quarrels between the love birds, then you will know that the bride and groom have very dirty mouths.” Some guys begin to whistle, but my eyes bug out and signal to Briggs to mind the dads.
“We can only imagine what that wedding night was like.” More woots, but my jaw tightens, and Briggs notices before he glances to my dad and Spencer, but his smug grin doesn’t fade since they’re just eating up this speech.
“Apologies, Ford and Spencer. Kids these days, am I right? Getting to the good stuff before committing to their vows.”
My head falls as I give up, but I appreciate that everything is in good jest.
“But seriously, Connor, man.” Briggs’s tone turns serious.
“I wasn’t going to let you be shackled down without a good sendoff, so here we are.
I’ve reluctantly called off the strippers, except for two, but they’re heading straight to my room, since we’re going to keep this classy.
Let’s open some champagne and have a good night. Cheers.”
Everyone clinks their glasses before the music gets turned up again. Over the next few hours, we play poker, smoke cigars, and feel light thanks to the whiskey.
I appreciate everyone turning out and the effort put in to tonight, but somewhere between two and three in the morning, I decide that the DJ can play on without me, and I head back to my room.
I don’t take much notice when I open the door, as I am busy unbuttoning my shirt, but I’m startled when a light flicks on, and I see Hadley sitting in the chair in the corner.
“You may want to lock the door.” Her tone is pure sultry, and my eyes fill with desire as I give her the once-over.
It can’t be the alcohol that has me imagining that she’s in shorts that barely pass as clothes, a bra top, and her ballet pointe shoes that she dyed black. The ribbons lead a path up her calf.
I’m fully invested in this moment. “What are you doing here?” She should be back in Illinois.
Hadley propels from the chair and strides my way with a sway to her hips, drawing me in and building the need I have for her inside of me.
She reaches out to claw my shirt. “Decided I wanted to surprise you, so I flew out. Now sit down.” Her stern demand swelters desire between us, and this dominant side is new to me, but I’m all for witnessing it.
A smirk toys on my lips, and I exaggerate the way that I sit down, informing her that I’m listening.
She walks back to me and leans down to chase my lips with hers, ensuring they never touch, but I feel her breath cascading down my chin and neck. “If we’re going to have a real wedding, then you should have a real bachelor party… lap dance included.”
My eyes widen, as I’m impressed that this is the angle she’s going for. “I agreed to no strippers, so my wife decided she would fill the role?” I cock my head to the side.
“Something like that… but I’ve also never danced for you.”
I grab her wrists, and I’m eager to take charge, even though this is her show. “You have, you just didn’t realize.”
The corner of her mouth pulls. “Well, this time it’s with intention.”
She drops low into a squat, balancing on her toes, before slowly slithering her way up my body, ensuring her breasts rub against my body, creating friction to my cock in passing.
Next thing I know she’s straddling me, with her upper body falling back in a curve because she’s flexible and wants to offer me her body.
My eyes survey her like a canvas, eager to press my lips on the cleavage of her breast, but just as I lean in to scrape her skin with my lips, she sits up and brings her hands to her long hair.
I get completely lost in her flawless transitions, especially when she rests her hands on my shoulders and reaches one leg behind her to the sky while she leans into me on one foot.
She stays in this position while her mouth travels lower down my chest, pausing when her warm mouth covers my hard cock through my jeans.
I would love to be inside of her right now, that’s the only clear thought that I have in this moment.
She peers up at me with mischief and flops around with her back now to me as she grinds against my body, grabbing my hand to part her thighs open. If we weren’t alone, then the entire room would see her covered pussy on offer.
Taking the liberty, I unhook the bra top, and she leans forward to cover her breasts when the fabric falls. But she doesn’t just gently push her body forward, she brings her ass to the air as her palms land on the floor.
I shudder from the image and the growing ache my dick is experiencing. Hadley is erotic in this moment and magnificent, but most of all, she’s my wife.
I spank her because her behind is screaming to be touched, and she responds by swinging her hair over as her body draws back up.
Hadley does a little turn on her toes to face me, and my eyes wander straight to her breasts with pebbled rocks peeking out at me.
I fucking love her eyes that are filled with a sexiness that’s new.
My hand finds her hip, and she drags my palm up to one of her beautiful globes while her hips move in a wave. I’m going to enjoy my prize, which is why I squeeze her breast, and her head falls back with a seductive smile.
I’m entranced by every inch of her in this very second, and when she tips her body forward and drops down to another squat with her knees out, I’m tempted to pull her onto my lap.
Her tongue darting out to lick her lips has me intrigued, especially when she begins to unzip my jeans and force the fabric down.
I bring my hands behind my head as I watch her fingers wrap around my length to give me a stroke and then her breath is on the tip of my cock. My eyes hood closed as I take in the feeling of her lips wrapping around my tip.
“Such a good girl,” I praise.
She hums a sound as she takes me farther into her mouth, her nails digging into my waist to keep her steady as she brings me deep, only to drag her tongue back up in her wet mouth.
“Damn,” I breathe heavily.
It only encourages her to repeat that move a few times more until she gags once, then she finds a rhythm by bopping her head to pick up the pace.
“I’m positive this isn’t how a lap dance should go,” I state.
The sound of Hadley’s lips popping off my cock has me glancing down, and I fist some of her hair as I admire her swollen lips with a little drool on the side of her mouth.
“Positive you want to fuck me too,” she says, being sassy.
I cock a brow. “Be a good girl then and ride my cock.”
She smirks slyly and slowly stands when I reluctantly let her hair go.
Once she stands, she pivots which means that I am unable to see her face.
She hooks her fingers under the band of her flimsy shorts, and she leans forward, with her ass in the air as she drags the fabric down her thighs to her ankles, and she steps out of them.
The entire move, allowing me to see her glistening pussy and the crack of her ass.
My body buzzes with heat and a swirling desire to plunge inside of her.
Hadley steps back and sits on my lap, with her back tight to me and her pointed toes against the floor. Her hands find my fingers, and she drags them through her arousal. “Am I ready enough for you?” she rasps.
I growl into her cheek then playfully nip her skin before I drag my teeth to scrape the lobe of her ear. “Perfectly wet. Now slide down on top of me, you fucking bad girl.”
The feeling of her heat taking me in sends my eyes to the back of my head because she’s snug and mine.
My little vixen rides me slow until I square her hips and guide her to bounce.
Then it turns wild, with our relentless effort to go harder and faster.
She squeezes tighter, and my answer is to flick her clit with my fingers to drive her crazy.
Her moans entice me to take control of her body and throw her on the bed, but I let her stay on top because she is the initiator tonight.
But then she glances over her shoulder and buries her head into my neck, with her heavy breath mixed with her moan. Her body is about to crumble in my arms as she vibrates around my cock from an orgasm. I hold her tight as my release ripples through me shortly after.
We’re a couple tangled on a chair, and I didn’t even get to kiss her lips yet.
I hook my finger under her chin to guide her to me and kiss her with passion and appreciation. When I pull away, I smirk when I whisper, “You are some surprise.”
“I’m only here to please,” she says, sarcastic.
It’s a few minutes later when we crawl into bed naked, and Hadley finds her way into my arms, with her head against my chest. I begin to stroke her hair, because as much as I’m exhausted, I don’t want this night to end.
“I’m happy we remember moments now with each other.” I laugh under my breath.
“It’s better.” Her nail traces my pec. “Kind of sucks that I don’t remember if we were handsy with one another when we got married.”
“We’ll make up for it. Besides, if it didn’t happen this way, then I’m sure you would have cut my hand off that night and never ended up as my wife.”
Hadley half-laughs. “Ooh, that would have been bad. The world needs your hand. I need your hand.”
“Ha-ha.” I squeeze her tighter.
She looks up at me, and it’s sentimental. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I kiss her real quick. “Not that’s it’s a competition or anything, but I did say it first, and we should note that,” I tease her.
Hadley’s answer is to pinch me. “Not everything is a game, you know.”
“If it was, then I would just win,” I answer blankly.
“Lucky me.” She stares at me intently for an extra second. “No really, lucky me.” Then she cements our lips together.
Because she is everything that I knew was worth waiting for.