Page 15 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Four

T he waiter chose that moment to set their shots down on the table, breaking the awkward silence caused by Jackie's brash comment. She couldn’t see him clearly, but she was certain that if she could, she’d see a blush creeping up his face.

“Bottoms up,” she said, fingering the glass and bringing it to her lips. “Cheers to new friendships… and maybe wedded bliss.” She tipped the clear liquid back, hissing as the sweet yet tart alcohol burned its way down her throat. She watched as Hugo lifted his glass, his jaw tight.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, shooting the drink down and slamming the glass back onto the table. “I’m probably going to regret this, but let’s go.”

He stood, tossing a twenty on the table, then grabbed her hand, tugging her out of her seat. He didn’t speak as he navigated her through the mass of bodies and out into the cool night air.

“Hey… where are we g—” Before she could finish, he spun her around and pressed her against the brick wall, covering her mouth with his.

Every nerve in Jackie's body lit up with a burning need as Hugo deepened the kiss. His knee wedged between her legs, grinding against her aching center. Her dress rode up her thighs, dangerously close to baring her panties to anyone on the street. She didn’t care.

Feeling his body against hers made her want to strip naked right there and let him take her, regardless of the public setting.

“Oh…” she moaned when his hand slipped beneath her dress, gripping her backside. His lips left her mouth, trailing down to her neck, where he sucked at her sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “You can’t say something about me fucking you and expect me not to lose my mind.”

“Well…” Jackie’s voice was breathy, her chest heaving. “Marry me, and you can fuck me anytime you want.”

His body froze against hers, and she felt the tension in his muscles. For a moment, she wondered if he’d pull away, but instead, his hand tightened in her hair, and he tugged her closer, his grip on her ass firm.

“I think we’re going to regret this in the morning,” Hugo murmured. “Maybe I’ve lost my mind to the lure of Vegas, but let’s go.” He released her and laced his fingers with hers.

“Go where?” she asked, her heart racing.

He glanced back at her with a shrug. “I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this… well, I do. But it doesn’t matter right now. We need to find a 24-hour wedding chapel.”

Jackie’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. “Are you for real?”

“It’s what you want, right?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding enthusiastically. “Definitely.”

“Then let’s go get hitched,” he said with determination, flagging down a cab.

As they climbed into the backseat, Hugo leaned forward and asked the driver, “Can you take us to the nearest chapel?”

The driver smiled knowingly through the rearview mirror. “Looks like you found someone who thinks you’re exquisite.”

Jackie blinked, leaning forward. “Excuse me?”

“I picked you up from the airport the other day,” the driver explained with an amused tone. “Told you this is the city of second chances—and looks like you’re getting lucky. You found a man who knows you’re a catch.”

He winked at Hugo, who leaned back in the seat, as if the driver made perfect sense. “You’re damn right I did. And I’m not letting her go this time.”

Jackie’s heart skipped a beat. This time? she thought.

“I just mean I’m not letting some stranger wake up in bed with you,” Hugo added quickly.

“Right,” Jackie said, glancing at the driver, who kept watching them with a smile in the mirror.

Her breath caught as they pulled into the parking lot of a small, white building. The only indication that it was a wedding chapel was the neon sign flashing above the entrance. She snorted when she read it.

“Elvis? Seriously?” she laughed, stumbling out of the cab onto the sidewalk.

Hugo caught her by the waist, steadying her. “Yep. Looks like the King is going to marry us. You sure this is what you want?”

“It is,” she replied confidently. She glanced back at the cab still idling by the curb. “Is he waiting in case I have second thoughts?”

“Hell no,” Hugo said with a grin, leading her toward the entrance. “He’s waiting until it’s done. I want to get you back to my hotel and out of that dress as soon as possible.”

“Oh,” she squeaked as they stepped inside. The interior of the chapel was kitschy and filled with Elvis memorabilia. A glass case in the corner held rings for impulsive couples like them.

An older woman appeared, looking like she stepped straight out of the sixties. “Hello. Can I help you two?”

“We want to get married. Now, if possible,” Hugo said, pulling Jackie closer to him. “Is that something you can do?”

“Sure is. You’ll need to fill out some paperwork—do you have rings?”

“Shit,” Hugo muttered. “No, this was… a bit of a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“They usually are,” the woman said knowingly, pointing to the glass case. “That’s why we have rings. Here are the forms you’ll need to fill out.”

Hugo took the clipboard she handed him and led Jackie over to a nearby bench. “You don’t happen to have your ID, do you?” he asked, glancing at her.

Jackie grinned and reached into the hidden pocket of her dress, pulling out her driver’s license and credit card. “Sure do.”

“Well, that’s convenient,” Hugo said, taking them from her and filling out the paperwork. When she tried to peek over his arm, he blocked her view. “Nope. Go pick out the rings. I’ve got this… but sign here first.”

She scribbled her name on the line and wandered over to the glass case, her eyes scanning the options. One simple gold set caught her eye. “Those. I want those,” she said, flagging the woman over.

Hugo joined her at the counter, handing over the forms. He looked down at the rings and sighed. “Last chance, Jackie. After this, you’ll be mine forever. No outs. You understand that, right?”

His words should have frightened her, but instead, they sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. “Then let’s get this done. Because I’d like to have your cock in my mouth within the hour.”

He growled, pulling her close, his hard length pressing into her. “My cock’s going to be buried in more than just those pouty lips, Jackie.”

They reluctantly pulled apart, following the woman into the chapel’s back room. And in true Vegas fashion, an Elvis impersonator stood at the altar, waiting for them.

“Well… hello there, little lady,” Elvis said with a wink.

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. A small voice in the back of her mind warned her that this was a mistake, but she silenced it, stepping up beside Hugo.

Elvis began the ceremony with a smile. “It looks like you’ve requested the condensed version—don’t blame you. I’d be eager too, fella.” He took the rings from the assistant. “Okay, do you?—"

“Hugo, please,” Hugo cut him off, and Elvis cocked his head.

“Right, Hugo. Do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do,” Hugo said, sliding the gold band onto Jackie’s finger and giving her hand a squeeze.

“And do you, Jackie, take Hugo to be your husband?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation, slipping the band onto his finger, though her vision was too blurry to fully admire it.

“Good. By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Uh-huh. You may kiss the bride.”

Hugo didn’t hesitate, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with an intensity that made her knees buckle. As she wrapped her leg around his, pressing her body against his, he lifted her off the floor.

“Hang on there, fella,” Elvis called out, causing Hugo to break the kiss. “You’ll need this.” He handed Hugo a gift bag. “The official license will be mailed to you in about a week.”

Hugo grabbed the bag and nodded. “Thanks.”

With that, he carried Jackie out of the chapel and into the waiting cab. Once inside, Hugo dug through the bag, pulling out a bottle of champagne. “Looks like they want us to celebrate. Mind if I open this?” he asked the driver.

“Go ahead,” the driver replied.

Hugo uncapped the bottle, took a swig, then handed it to Jackie. She drank eagerly, letting the bubbles tickle her throat. He took the bottle back, leaning in close. “I want to save the rest so I can lick it off your naked body.”

The heat between her thighs told Jackie she was in for a wild night. She was barely aware of the cab pulling to a stop at her hotel when Hugo whispered, “Let’s go.”

“This is my hotel,” she murmured as he helped her out.

“The whole wedding party’s staying here,” he replied, pulling her toward the elevators.

Once the doors closed, Hugo pinned her against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck. Her body burned with desire as his hand slipped between them, cupping her sex through her panties.

“You’re burning up for me, baby,” he whispered, slipping his fingers inside her, making her gasp.

The elevator dinged, and Hugo pulled her out, practically dragging her to his room. As soon as the door was open, he tossed her onto the bed. “Get that off,” he growled, watching her scramble to remove her clothes as he stripped off his own.

When he stood naked before her, even through her blurry vision, Jackie could see that his body was a work of art. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Jackie,” he said, his voice rough with need. “So when you wake up sober, you’ll only want me buried inside you.”

In one quick thrust, Hugo was inside her, and Jackie cried out, her back arching into him as he buried his face against her neck.

His hips moved with relentless precision, driving her toward the edge.

Every thrust pushed her closer to release, her body tightening with the tension of her impending climax.

“Oh God… I’m going to come,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she arched into him, desperate for more.

Sensing how close she was, Hugo reached between their bodies and pinched her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. She screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her, her walls clamping down around his cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Hugo grunted, his rhythm faltering as he neared his own release. With one final thrust, he cried out her name, spilling inside her as he collapsed against her.

After a moment, Hugo rolled onto his side, pulling her close. “Holy shit,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “You’re perfect. I’m going to want to do that again—soon.”

Jackie nodded, nestling into his side. “I hope so. My husband can be a slouch in the sack.”

Hugo chuckled, pulling her closer and kissing her again. They spent the next hour exploring each other until, finally, exhaustion took over. Between the sex and the alcohol, Jackie couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Hugo wrapped her in his arms, locking her against his body.

“Goodnight, wife,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, husband,” she murmured before drifting off into a contented sleep. Tomorrow would bring its own awkwardness, but after tonight, Jackie knew this wasn’t a mistake… right?