Page 108 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

The giggling stops when Tripp turns me to face him. He is the first to say, “I do,” before producing an amazing diamond eternity ring. The stones sparkle under the lights and I feel my mouth open in shock as he slips it onto my ring finger. It fits.

“Where did you get this?”

“In a jewelry store down the street.”

He pulls a simple gold band out of his pocket and hands it to me. “This one, too.” I am surprised he bought us rings, but also very touched by the gesture.

Then it’s my turn to say, “I do.” I slide the heavy gold band onto Tripp’s finger and look up into his turquoise eyes. He’s smiling at me as the ring goes on. It fits.

Dracula pronounces us husband and wife and says to Tripp, “You may now kiss your bride.” When he leans in to kiss me, his hand rests on my lower back, holding me firmly against his body.

It’s a good kiss. A long one, full of promise.

When he’s finished kissing me, he gives me a lopsided grin and leads us from the chapel, out into the crowded sidewalk traffic, with the quintessential lights of Las Vegas blinking and twinkling around us.

“What now, Mrs. Blackburn?” He has a cute smirk on his face as he asks me the question.

“Back to the house? Maybe we could take a swim.”

He doesn’t waste time putting me in the car after that, and the air feels charged between us as we make the drive back to Max’s house. For much of the ride, I’m content just admiring my beautiful ring. I’m still surprised he chose wedding rings for us both. But then, he’s surprised me a lot lately.

Belinda, the night nurse, is in with Max, reading when we stop by to see if we can share our news with him.

He’s out for the night though, hopefully off to dreamland in the hospital bed we moved in here.

The soft glow of the reading light catches the silver in his hair, and he looks peaceful in his sleep.

“You two look nice,” Belinda says approvingly. “I hope you had a good time.”

“Yeah, we did, thanks. We’re just going to take a swim right now though.

We’ll visit with him tomorrow,” I say, my eyes moving over to the window with an unobstructed view of the pool.

Belinda, bless her sweet soul, gets up and pulls the shades closed with a little nod and a secret smile, and I could hug her for understanding that we need privacy.

I start to head to my bedroom to change into a bathing suit, but Tripp grabs my hand and leads me outside. “I want us to be together out here first. Is that okay?” He starts kissing his way up my neck to behind my ear.

I shiver deliciously at the press of his lips to such a sensitive place.

“Mmm, yes.” He starts by stripping me of my necklace first, placing it carefully on a glass side table.

Then his hands busy themselves with my dress, pulling it up over my head to join my necklace on the table.

His gaze is hungry as he takes in the length of my body.

When he pulls off his pants and shirt, I’m given the same opportunity to take in his muscular frame, for which I haven’t really had nearly as much viewing time as I would have liked to have so far.

I unhook my bra, letting my heavy, sensitive breasts free from the restrictive garment and toss it onto the table with the rest of my clothes.

I’m already wet when I shimmy out of my panties and toss them onto the growing pile.

“Fuck…Lila…” Tripp stares at me as he peels away his boxer briefs, his hard cock pointing determinedly at me as it is revealed. My mouth waters a little at the thought of what he’ll be doing with that lovely hard cock of his…soon.

He takes my hand and we make our way down the steps into my grandfather’s pool. Tripp swims out to deeper waters as I slowly walk my way in. The cool water, combined with the anticipation of what might happen next, causes gooseflesh to erupt all over my skin.

“Stop right there,” Tripp orders. I look to him, my breasts only barely in the water, my nipples hard at the waterline. “You are…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he swims toward me, reaching out to touch, his fingertips pinching softly at a nipple as an aching exhale pushes up through my lungs.

Tripp growls as he reaches for me, his hands on my ass as he pulls me roughly forward.

His cock settles hard against my abdomen.

“Do you see what you do to me, Lila?”

I can hardly get words out I’m so focused on wanting him.

“I feel…the same.” It’s barely a breath because I can’t get a thought straight, I’m so aroused.

I lean my head back as his mouth finds the sensitive skin of my neck, my ear, my jaw, all while I’m held firmly against the hard length of his cock and body, I can grind against with wanton abandon.

This isn’t the romantic night after a traditional wedding. There are no candles or flowers, no party, no honeymoon. But for the moment, our unplanned pregnancy is far from my mind. I’m with a man I’ve known most of my life and he’s making me feel things in a way I haven’t felt ever before.

Maybe this is as close as we’ll get to love.

And it will have to be enough for both of us.