Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Then the focus went back to Jackson and Alexis. They were still standing in the water, but were now mashed together in each other’s arms at the edge. Jackson brushed a strand of hair out of her face and then kissed her. The operator of the camera zoomed in on the streak of purple in Alexis’s hair for a few seconds before zooming back out. The kiss became very passionate. Someone from the crowd yelled out, “Get a room.” Everyone watching them laughed. Jackson apparently didn’t hear them. They pulled apart, stared deeply into each other’s eyes, and...started undressing each other.

The camera zoomed in again on Alexis’s breasts. Alexis had already removed her jacket and tossed it behind her in the swirling water. The water Jackson had splashed at her had made the white shirt she wore merely a suggestion of wet fabric against her skin. He managed to unbutton her sodden blouse to reveal her lacy bra. He buried his face in her cleavage. The camera zoomed in even closer. The image became extremely shaky before it steadied.

Jackson kissed a path to her lips and kissed her soundly. He pulled away, and it looked like he mouthed the words, “You’re my sexy Lexi, and I love you.”

Alexis laughed and said loudly, “I love you, too.”

The sound of the crowd’s approval registered in the background with a collective, “Ahh.”

Suddenly, the camera jerked to one side in time to see three hotel employees headed for the ruckus in the fountain and possibly to discover why there is a crowd of people around it.

The view then jumped back to the fountain action and focused in on them. Jackson slipped out of his jacket and placed it on the wide cement fountain’s edge. Alexis promptly seated herself on the edge of the fountain and fell to her back on Jackson’s suit coat. Her blouse fell open, as did her legs.

One leg was still in the water and the other rested on the marble floor out of the fountain. She was barefoot. Jackson stepped one foot out of the fountain and bent over her. He kissed her on the lips and then covered her with his body. They started kissing very passionately again. Jackson had a hand on her thigh and looked like he was about to mount her and go for it.

The three of them leaned forward on the sofa as if in anticipation of what was about to happen on screen.

The hotel employees arrived just then and helped moved them off the edge. Jackson lifted his body from hers and said clearly, “No. It’s okay. I need to make love to my new wife. She’s my sexy Lexi. It’s our honeymoon. We just got married.”

The hotel employee smiled tolerantly and said, “Congratulations, Mr. Cordell, sir, but everyone in the lobby will see you if you make love to her here on the fountain’s edge.”

Jackson shrugged. “I don’t care if anyone sees us sharing our love for each other. I’ll say it again. She’s my sexy Lexi.” His voice rose each time he said it.

Alexis, still on her back at the fountain’s edge, giggled. “That’s okay. He likes for people to watch.”

Jackson turned back and kissed her. “You’re the perfect bride.”

The hotel employee said, “Yes, sir, but it’s a safety issue. We don’t want you fall and hurt yourself in the water. It’s standard hotel protocol not to let people directly into the fountain.”

Alexis turned her head and looked at the water. “He might be right, Jackson. Look, we don’t want to accidentally smash anyone’s dreams.”

“You’re absolutely right, my love.” Jackson nodded and stood up, but almost fell again. The hotel staff member steadied him. He then helped Alexis up, and they carefully stepped out of the fountain. Both of them looked even more wobbly than before. The hotel staff then helped steer them to the private elevator.

The final frames were of Jackson and Alexis wrapped around each other in a brazenly sexual embrace and kissing like they couldn’t get enough of each other in the elevator car before the doors closed. Her leg was wrapped practically around his waist. His hand was delving between her thighs.

Derek wondered if there was footage of the elevator car and what happened next.

“Well, it isn’t as bad as I thought,” Jackson said quietly. “Although, I’d never consciously call you sexy Lexi. I have no idea where
that
endearment came from.”

“Me neither. For all we know, I told you to say it.”

At least we didn’t get naked and fuck in the fountain for all the world to see.” He smiled and looked over at Derek. They shared a knowing glance. As charter members of the DRMC, they truly didn’t mind, but tried not to break public decency laws with their unbridled lifestyle.

“Thankfully,” Alexis murmured. “But not for lack of effort on our part. I think we need to thank the hotel staff for that particular water rescue. The crowd was sure ready for an erotic show.”

“You’re right. Note to self, big tips on way out of the hotel this trip.”

Derek thought that even drugged out of their minds, they looked like they were ecstatic, in love, and happy to be married. Alexis put a hand on his leg. “Are you embarrassed by us?”

“No. Not at all. You were drugged.”
But you sure don’t look like you are missing anything or anyone.
No third wheels needed for this trip.

Jackson asked, “Did Clay get a copy of the wedding video?”

Derek pushed aside his useless feelings of unwanted intrusion and stabbed another button on the remote with his thumb. “Yes. Here it is.”

The photographer of this piece of footage had more talent than the last. The picture opened with Jackson and Alexis standing next to each other, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes rapturously.

They looked like any one of a thousand other young couples in love and ready to make a big permanent commitment to one another. Why did it make him a little depressed? Derek shook off the sad-sack feelings again and focused in on the video.

The Elvis impersonator minister stepped into the shot and asked, “Are you two ready to get hitched?”

Jackson sobered up and looked behind him to the left and then to the right. He wobbled a bit with the second turn. Derek wondered who he was looking for.

Alexis seemed to try to help him stabilize, but she didn’t look to be on two solid feet, either. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and straightened him up. He smiled at her with a look like a sap totally in love for the first time in his life. Derek envied him.

Jackson then looked at Elvis and said, “Derek should be here. We need to wait for him.”

Derek, dejected by the idea of watching the two of them get married without him, froze in his seat. What had Jackson just said?

“Who’s Derek, your best man?” Elvis asked.

Jackson grinned wildly. “I guess you could say that, but he’s really important. He needs to be here for me and Alexis to get married.”

Alexis nodded somberly. “He’s like another husband for me.” Jackson and Alexis then looked at each other and laughed wildly.

Elvis narrowed his eyes, shrugged once, and looked at the other three couples in the back of the chapel waiting to get married. “Well, if your friend doesn’t show up in the next minute or so, we’ll have to postpone the wedding. I’ve got three more couples waiting.”

Jackson frowned. “We can’t postpone the wedding. I told Derek I’d find the perfect girl for us, and I did. She’s right here.” He pointed at Alexis with a big goofy grin on his face. Derek smiled as tension seeped from his limbs.

“You are so sweet.” Alexis smiled coyly at Jackson. She then leaned forward and confided to Elvis. “You know what? I get to have two husbands.”

“Good for you,” he responded without blinking an eye. There were likely lots of interesting requests at the chapels in Las Vegas.

“I know,” Jackson said exuberantly as if he’d discovered the perfect plan. “We’ll just put his name in the vows. Can you do that, Elvis?”

“Sure. Why not? Can we get started then?”

They both nodded, and the service commenced. They each vowed to love, honor, make each other laugh until death parted them. Jackson insisted that Derek also have the vow read, for his turn, then Jackson answered for him in a fake baritone voice so he’d sound different. “I do.”

Alexis said, “I do again.” She also responded in a fake baritone voice. Derek grinned.

Next came the part of the ceremony where they exchanged rings as an infinite symbol of their love for each other. Derek closed his eyes for a minute to miss it, but when he opened them again, Alexis and Jackson were still fumbling around with the gold bands.

It took them more than five tries to each get the ring on the other’s finger. Elvis pushed out a long breath of obvious frustration and finally helped each of them secure the rings on the proper finger.

Derek moved forward when he saw the third gold ring.

“What do you what to do with this other ring?” Elvis asked.

Jackson looked confused. “That’s Derek’s ring. We may have to come back and do another ceremony later on.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Elvis said with a straight face. Derek smiled.

Jackson took the extra men’s wedding ring and attempted to put it in the inner pocket of the suit jacket he wore.

The Elvis pronounced them man and wife and husband. “You may kiss the bride.”

Jackson kissed her twice. “Once for me and one more for Derek.”

Derek watched the ceremony in a bit of shock. Even in his drugged-up state, Jackson had remembered Derek. To be honest, Derek was a little choked up, and embarrassed to have been thinking they thought of him like a third wheel. That previously self-inflicted drama could now stop.

“Great ceremony.” And he meant it. “I liked it. Especially the part about me. Where’s my ring?”

Jackson pushed out a long sigh. “I’m sure it could always have been worse.”

“So where’s my ring?” Derek asked again. “I want it.”

Jackson squinted. “I don’t know. Probably still in my jacket pocket if it didn’t fall in the fountain while I was frolicking there.”

In the film, Jackson then picked her up and carried her down the aisle and out of the chapel.

He looked at the time stamp. This was twenty minutes before the fountain video started.

His next question had to do with what had they done in that twenty minutes.

Alexis leaned forward. “Isn’t the chapel a few doors down from the dress shop?”

Jackson said, “Yep.”

“Crap,” Alexis said and closed her eyes.

Derek stopped the video and the screen went blank. “What’s wrong? What are you talking about?”

Alexis told him about the saleslady in the dress shop. “I wonder if we tried to have our honeymoon in the dressing rooms there.”

Derek hid a smile. “Given that this is Vegas, it can’t have been the first time. Don’t worry about it.” He was joyous over the fact that technically she’d married them both. He wasn’t the extra unwanted husband. He didn’t have to feel left out of this unexpected marriage.

“I can check with Clay. He only forwarded these two, but maybe he has more footage.”

“You just want to find out if we had the honeymoon in public,” Alexis said.

Derek turned to her. He stared into her lovely blue eyes and said, “I do.”

She smiled. “I do, too.”

Jackson shook his head. “No. You have to say it in a baritone voice, like this.” He made a funny face and said, “I do,” in the same low baritone voice as on the wedding tape.

The three of them burst into laughter.

Jackson said, “You may now kiss the bride. And kiss her twice, once for me, and once for you.”