Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (26 page)

Soon we headed out of the hotel to enjoy his little field trip. He drove my vehicle. Imagining Jolie’s response to that had me laughing. We didn’t let men drive our vehicles. I wondered if that also applied to husbands. Let’s face it. He could afford to replace my vehicle. He drove a Lexus. I drove a Ford. And I liked it that way.

To my surprise, we stopped in front of a tattoo shop. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eye. “Ready for this?” He asked.

“Sure. Do I get to pick, or are you handling that part, too?” I smiled at him sweetly. I’d never had a tattoo before, but it was something I had often considered.

“You decide,” he urged. “I’ve been thinking about it. I have no idea what to get. I just know that I want something to signify our relationship. I’m going to have to look.”

I knew the message I wanted to send. I knew the design I wanted made. “I’m not doing your name. That’s tacky. Oh, but you will know that this is all about you forever, Ben. I promise.”

When I was hunting online once, I saw this tattoo of a heart and an infinity sign in the middle broke it up. It had stuck with me. I wondered over what kind of girl would wear such a piece of body art…forever. Smirking, I realized…I would. I would be that girl, for Ben. Still, I would have to alter it some.

There was a guy behind the counter who would have scared the shit out of me had we met in a dark alley. He was huge, muscles bulging from under his sleeveless shirt. He had numerous piercings on his face and every available piece of real estate seemed to be inked. I paused for a moment.

“Do you know what you want?” He asked, sounding much nicer than I would have pictured.

“Ummm, yeah. Can I draw you a rough version?” So I did. It was that same symbol I had described. Only part of the bottom of the infinity symbol was a cursive forever. And underneath, I had a right centered “Just BE.”

“Yeah,” the guy nodded. “I like that. Where do you want it?”

Lifting my shirt, I pointed to that indented spot of my lower abdomen near my hips. There I would see it often enough to keep me happy. Yet it would be private enough that just Ben and I would know it was there. Seemed perfect.

The guy nodded then looked at Ben for a reaction. “What about you?” He was a man of few words. At this time of night, I rather liked that.

“Huh. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but now…I’m thinking of just the infinity symbol, but I want it to say ‘Sin’ on the top left and ‘forever’ in the bottom right. He lifted his shirt to expose his chest. “And I want it right here, over my heart.”

The tattoo artist said, “You know that your heart…”

Without thinking, I interrupted. “Oh, he knows where his heart is better than most,” I assured him. Then I turned to Ben. “It definitely should be there. That’s perfect.”

Minutes later, I was passed off to a woman with a cougar pattern tattooed around her hairline. And Ben was being taken care of by the tattoo artist who had been working with us. “This was a brilliant idea,” I said to Ben. “Honest and truly. I love it.”

“Hope you still love it when the pain starts,” he joked.

Several hours later we were back at the hotel. “Let’s go to bed,” I suggested with a yawn. “I didn’t sleep away the evening.”

With a laugh, he agreed. “Can we just watch the sunrise first?”

So while I moved furniture so that we had a nice cozy spot from an eastern facing window, he called for room service. “We have forty minutes,” he said with a smile. “This is our last night doing this premarital sex thing. I’ve heard there’s a lot of more that than there is married sex. I thought maybe we should get it in while we could, before we marry at sunset tonight.”

The way he said it gave me chills. “What did you have in mind?” I asked knowing that this could definitely lead to amazing sex and restful sleep.

Moments later, he hauled out The Loving Game. We had it set up, the directions read, and were in hotel bathrobes within ten minutes. The ambiance was perfect in our suite. Food would be here soon, the sun would be rising, and we were determined to get in a game before bed.

His first question had us making out with a timer. It was wonderful having his hands roaming over my body while his tongue made love with mine. There was something so wonderful about his hands that were just rough enough for me to believe he had performed an honest day’s labor at least once or twice in his life. He knew just the way to touch me and the sensations rocked me to my core. Never before had I felt this way. Because of who he was and how he treated me, there would never be another.

Then it was my turn. He drew a card to ask me a question. “What is one thing you want more than anything that your partner doesn’t know about?” He looked at me with a curious smile, wondering how I would respond.

Actually, I wondered, too. So, I spoke and let the thoughts flow. “Hmmm. Well, we’re about to get married. I love my career. We may have found a second house in Vegas. The only thing you don’t know about…is that I want to have our baby.” I shrugged then, like it was no big deal, trying to brush it off because at the moment, I wanted nothing more than to have him in me.

I needed to feel the weight of him pressing down on me while he slammed into me claimed me, made me his and his alone over and over again. Somehow, I doubted that talking about having a baby, especially by less than conventional means, was going to inspire the kind of sex fest I desired.

“I’m sorry. What was that?” He looked confused and yet…hopeful, like he was being handed some present that he secretly wanted yet thought no one knew to give him.

Taking a deep breath, I struggled to explain. “We’re getting married. You have frozen sperm. While you are getting treatment, I thought I’d work on preparing to get inseminated.” I jumped up. This conversation was too real, too serious, too heavy for this time of day.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“The door. It thought I heard the door.” I started toward the door knowing full well there hadn’t been a knock.

Ben had other plans. He reached out and grabbed me by my leg until I lost my balance and fell smoothly into his arms. “Now tell me,” he said evenly while his sparkling eyes gave away his excitement.

“I want to try right away. While we’re young. No need to wait.” My thoughts were coming out in choppy sentences that I wasn’t sure even made sense. “Please.”

“You want to have my baby?” He asked, incredulously. “You’re going to make me a daddy? You want to make us a family?” He beamed at me. “Oh Sin, I will spoil the hell out of you and our child.”

“I know you will,” I said with a shy nod. This had gone over so much better than I imagined.

Before we could discuss it further, there really was a knock on the door. I really did have to get up and answer it. “We’ll talk more later,” I assured him as I walked over to answer it.

It was room service. And Jolie. Our wedding day had truly arrived.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jolie said. “Just show me to my room and I’ll see you in a few hours. I stayed up all night working and decided to take an earlier flight.”

“Nice seeing you,” I said as she walked past me, dragging her bag and holding high her garment bag.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll be nicer by lunch.” She hugged me and I pointed in the direction of the room she’d be sharing with Brenda.

“Go rest,” I said with a smile.

Ben was staring at me with this goofy smile on his face. “Happy?” I asked him as I walked back over carrying our plates.

“I am ecstatic,” he admitted. “Thank you, Sin. You are giving me all my dreams.”

“Hey, I haven’t given you anything yet,” I joked. Only from the look on his face, the way he hugged me so tightly, I knew that I already had. This was nice, this early in love stage where there were so many declarations about the future and forever. It was nice to know that we, however, were going to keep them all, make them real.

“Shall we rest after we eat, too?” He asked. “I’m expecting Brenda around noon.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Rest for sure.”

“Okay, but at 11am, I have a surprise for you, so this is really just a nap. Okay?” He looked so proud of himself that I couldn’t possibly do anything to alter it. Besides, by now, his surprises were actually growing on me. Goodness knows I had given him a fair share of surprises lately, too.

“Sure. Why not?” I said with a shrug.

“Docile and obedient Sin. That’s new look for you. Not even married and you are already tamed?” He teased.

My eyes flashed at him. “Don’t push it.”

Laughing, he went back to eating his breakfast. I stared at him, at this face that I would be seeing across the breakfast table the rest of my life. This was right. This man who could make me laugh and accept the best and worst of me, he was the one who offered me a future that I never imagined living and a love that I can’t live without.

Soon, I excused myself and headed into bed. Stripping down to nothing, I climbed under the covers and waited with my eyes closed. It didn’t take long. Within ten minutes, Ben came and joined me, naked and warm. His arms wrapped around me and hauled me close. It was perfect. In twelve hours, I would be his wife.

Just before 11am, Ben woke me from the sweetest dreams ever. For the first time, I was dreaming like a girl. It was our wedding. Everything was ideal…the weather, the location, the sunset. Everyone was happy and enjoying themselves…you know, all four of us. It was the kind of dream that I simply didn’t want to wake up from.

“Come on, babe. It’s our wedding day,” he said as he shoved me gently to try and rouse me from sleep.

So I woke because, for the first time ever, my dreams finally could compete with my reality. It was often even better; although I could eat whatever I wanted in my dreams without repercussions, this waking time wasn’t so bad. There was Ben, and judging by the sound coming from the main living area of the suite, there was Brenda and Jolie, too.

“Brenda caught an earlier flight. She arrived about half an hour ago. I explained to her that we were just two wild and crazy kids who stayed up all night to enjoy our last night single.” He smiled at me as my eyes slowly opened, trying to process everything.

Slowly I sat up with little concern for the covers since there was no need for modesty with him…my almost real husband. My mind was still foggy from lack of sleep and being awakened mid sleep cycle. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, we’re getting married in about eight hours. In the meantime, I planned a lovely way for all of us to relax and unwind before the big event.” He nuzzled my face and neck, planting soft warm kisses all over.

Knocking him backwards, I was suddenly on him, straddling him. “Well, I guess we blew our last chance for single sex, huh?” I winked.

“True,” he admitted, “but I’ve heard good things about honeymoon sex.”

Smiling, I said, “I’ll make sure you experience good honeymoon sex.” Then I did that girl thing again. “What do I wear? Do I need a shower?”

Shaking his head, he told me to simply get a suit on. “And I know you love that monokini, but a bikini would be better today. Do you have one, or do we need to go buy you one?”