Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (15 page)

Jude Emerson? Is that who had gotten under his damn skin.

“Mathis?” my words were at a whisper. I watched as he turned to me once again.

His eyes misting with unshed tears.

“What Jenny?”

“Marry me again. We’ll do it right this time. I need to know you’ll always be my one and only. I need to know
you
aren’t going to run off on me. Leaving me behind and heartbroken.”

His eyes widened and he pulled me close. Before he could take control, my lips crash to his.

“You are mine, Mathis. Only mine. No one else’s.” My tongue pushes entry into his mouth, exploring and massaging every inch of his mouth. Staking my claim.

“Your mouth. Your dick. Your beautiful chest. Your gorgeous eyes. Every fucking inch of you is MINE.” My hand pushed inside his lounge pants and grabbed his cock.

He jumped at the touch, but lay back on the bed.

“Jenny, what are you doing?”

“Claiming what is mine, Mathis.” I pulled the sheer nighty I was wearing over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

His intense stare roamed from my eyes down to my tits, taking in every inch of my naked body. I straddled his lap and lowered my lips to his neck.

In between each kiss and lick, I claim my man.

“You. Are. Mine. Mathis.” I bit and sucked hard, leaving a hickey on his neck. Momentarily marking him. Branding him as mine. “No other woman will ever touch you again. Do you understand me?”

My grip on his dick tightened. “Tell me, Mathis. Tell me you are mine.”

“Harder. Squeeze me harder,” he groaned.

“Tell me,” I said, pinching his cock.

“I’m yours, Jenny. No one else’s. The only pussy I ever want is yours.” His words sent a chill through my body.

“Take your pants off. Now,” I demanded him and he quickly shed the only piece of clothing between us. “I’m gonna take what’s mine now.”

I lowered my wet cunt onto his dick. I claimed it as mine as I rode up and down, moaning his name and demanding him to tell me who he belonged to with each thrust. Just as my climax slowly starts to coat his cock, I could feel him empty his hot load into my cunt, marking me as his own for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, I love you.” And with those four words I collapsed onto his chest.

It was almost one o’clock in the morning when I pulled him out of his expensive black sports car and into some random wedding chapel on the strip. I was wearing the sequined dress I bought while out with my mother, and he had one of his many expensive suits on, complete with a red tie.

“Where did that hot little number come from?” he asked me as we stood in the lobby of the chapel.

“Check your credit card bill,” I said with a wink. “I got it when I was out with Mom the other day shopping. She almost had a heart attack. Priceless!”

He laughed and pulled me tight, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You sure you wanna do this?”

His question took me by surprise. The first time around he was so eager to get me here, now he was getting cold feet? What gives?

“Of course I do, Mathis. I love you.” I pressed my lips gently against his, careful not to brand him with my bright red lipstick.

He continued to fidget while we filled out all the paperwork and waited for the Elvis impersonator of the hour to come and marry us.

“Jennifer and Mathis?” A large man with a southern twang caught our attention and we stepped into the small chapel.

“Y’all ready to get the show on the road?” he asked while pulling some papers out of his pocket. We both nodded in agreement as he whizzed through his marriage speech. Only stopping when he reaches the vows portion, as we had made it clear in the paperwork that we had our own.

“I, Jennifer Sunshine, take you Mathis Verlinden to be my husband. For better and for worse. Through way too many drinks, and your angry possessive outbursts. In our good times and our bad. I am only yours forever. As long as we both shall live. Or until I kill you in your sleep. I love you.” I couldn’t help but join into the laughter surrounding us.

“I, Mathis Verlinden, take you Jennifer Sunshine to be my wife. From the moment you walked into my life, my world has finally started to make sense. Everything is right. My days start and end with you, and I never want to go another day without you by my side. Even if you try and kill me in my sleep. I love you more than life itself.”

“By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”

Before his lips came to mine, they part and he begins to speak.

“And Jenny? We were never really married before. But now, it is official.”

Before I could kick him in the balls, his mouth was on mine even as I protested.

O
FFICIALLY
M
INE

(Mathis)

“You…really? I…ugh…I can’t…” Listening to my wife attempt to form a full sentence after my admission of never marrying her officially was priceless to say the least.

“Love.” I pulled her into my arms and kicked the door closed. “Stop…I…” She huffed, pushing against me. My hand dipped to the small of her back before cupping her ass. “Cat got your tongue?” I teased, nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck.

“I think I hate you,” she mumbled. I chuckled and lifted her dress to her waist. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I pushed her up against the wall. “Do you? How much do you hate me, love?” I asked, rubbing my pelvis against the apex between her thighs. She moaned and then frowned before attempting to push me again.

“You never married me. This was all a fucking sham.” I smirked and nipped up the side of her neck to her mouth. “No it wasn’t. I did marry you but I never signed the marriage license.”

“Why not?” she asked, leaning her head to the side.

“Because I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave first.” I cupped her mound and rubbed my palm against her clit.

She moaned and reached for my belt buckle. “Well, I’m not leaving now but you could have told me.”

Moving her panties to the side, I lifted her in my arms and her legs around my waist. “Would you have stayed if you had known that?”

Jennifer gasped when I lowered her onto my dick. “Probably not,” she panted.

“Didn’t think so.” I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, linking our fingers together. The rest of that night, I took my time showing her how much I did, in fact, love her, and how sorry I was for not telling her about not signing the marriage license. Even though she was mad at me at first, it was all worth it in the end. To have her and to hold her. Spending the rest of our lives loving her. Everything was fucking worth it.

I woke the next morning feeling like someone had chopped off my junk and sewed it back on with chicken wire. Okay, maybe not so bad, but my dick fucking hurt.
Was there such a thing as too much sex?
I looked over at the naked sleeping form beside me. My cock hardened. Nope. Apparently not.

I placed a kiss on Jennifer’s bare shoulder and rolled out of bed. My head fucking pounded. God, what was wrong with me? Oh yeah. Jude and every other fucker that came my wife’s way. My wife. It was official and I was the happiest man alive. Pulling on a pair of blood red draw string sweat pants, I padded into my office. It was five in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was a bitch. I loaded up the laptop and trudged into the kitchen to get my caffeine fix when I saw the red light flashing on my answering machine. Pressing the play button, I made coffee while I waited for the message to sound through the air.

“
Mathis Verlinden
.”

My stomach dropped at the deep voice on the other end.
Jude
.

“You will give me Jenny for one night if you know what’s fucking good for you. Or else I will just come and take what’s rightfully mine. I don’t care if you officially married her tonight.
”

I deleted the message and slammed my fist into the wall. A sharp white hot pain travelled up my arm before I fell to my knees. My chest constricted. There was no way. No way at fucking all that Jude would get his grip in her again. I reached for the phone and dialed Dean. A throat cleared and a female voice sounded in the back ground asking him who was calling so early. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he said, his voice muffled like he placed his hand over the receiver. “Mathis? What’s wrong?”

I took a breath and told him about the message from Jude. “I’m fucking scared that he’ll do something to her.”

“I’m on it, my man. Extra protection?”

“Yes,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Don’t tell Nora. I don’t want either of the girls knowing.”

“Understood. I’ll have Ricky and Lee in your lobby twenty four seven until you tell me different.”

“Thank you. I don’t pay you enough for the shit you do for me.”

Dean scoffed. “I do it cause you’re my friend. Not for the money. Didn’t you know that?”

Now I did. “I love you, my man,” I whispered. I didn’t tell him that enough. I didn’t tell him that I appreciated all he had done for me. Some illegal, and some not. Either way, he was there for me, even when I was difficult and an ass.

“Love you too, boss. Now go be with your wife. I have a hot little blonde that I need to fuck into exhaustion, again.”

I chuckled and hung up the phone.

Leave it to Dean to always get the ball rolling and make me feel better. God, what would I do without him?

A couple of days later, the message from Jude momentarily forgotten, reigned full steam ahead in my mind as I walked into my brother’s office. I didn’t know why I was there. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but while Jenny was out with Nora, I ended up at the front steps of my brother’s office building. Shit had to be laid out. I didn’t need drama from my brother as well. I had enough of that with Jude.

I walked down the pristine white hallway, the marble flooring glowing in the afternoon sun. Yan had done well for himself. As much as I hated the guy, I was happy for him.

“Can I help you…” The female voice trailed off as I looked at the young blonde receptionist. Her cheeks reddened. “You can go right in, Mr. Verlinden.”

I nodded. I loved being me.

I pushed open the large cherry oak doors and smiled when Yan’s wide eyed gaze landed on me.