Page 67 of Menace in Vegas (Pucked Up Hearts #2)

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ALLISON

I wake to sunlight streaming through the curtains, the scent of salt in the air, and something heavy pinning my leg to the bed.

I blink blearily, then look down, only to smile when I see Connor’s sleep-tousled hair.

He’s draped across me like a human furnace, face buried in my neck, arm slung across my stomach, and one leg tangled between mine like he’s afraid I’ll escape in the night.

My body is sore in that yep, we did that kind of way. My head’s foggy, my mouth tastes like churros and tequila, and every part of me aches in the best possible way.

I shift slightly, trying to get some circulation back in my foot.

Connor groans. “No.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Don’t care.” His voice is gravelly. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed until I say so.”

“You’ve got a death grip on my leg. Are you trying to make me a hostage?”

“I made you my hostage the day I married you,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss over my collarbone. “Legally. Emotionally. Sexually. All bases covered.”

I smile despite myself.

“Also,” he adds, dead serious, “you were about to pee. I can feel the urgency in your thigh tension.”

I groan. “That’s… disturbingly specific.”

“Intimacy, baby. Get used to it.”

I shove at his chest until he finally releases me. I stumble into the bathroom, flip on the light—and freeze at the mirror.

My mascara is smudged. Hair wild. And one of Gram’s fake pearl necklaces hangs around my neck.

How? Why? What ritual did she perform last night?

I yank it off and return to the bedroom to find Connor sprawled out like he just conquered a small country and is waiting for someone to feed him grapes.

“Should we talk about last night?” I ask, crawling back into bed beside him.

“Only if we’re talking about the part where I made you moan like a sea siren during the booze cruise.” He winks. “You outdid yourself with that blow job.”

I give him a flirty smile before swatting his arm. “Not what I meant.”

He raises a brow. “Gram declaring her love for a man who probably can’t legally operate heavy machinery?”

“That part.”

He sighs and tugs me close. “I vote we pretend it didn’t happen.”

“She wore his captain’s hat to bed.”

“She also whispered, ‘Tie me to your mast, Captain Jimmy’ in her sleep.”

I’m horrified. “Connor!”

“I didn’t make that up,” he swears. “It’s burned into my soul now. I’ll never recover.”

I bury my face in his chest. “This is our life, isn’t it?”

“Yup. You, me, and Gram third-wheeling our honeymoon with a nautical romance arc. Kind of the dream.”

I tilt my head, studying him. “You’re really happy?”

His gaze softens. “Happiest I’ve ever been.”

I kiss him, slow and deep, and for once… no one barges in.

No screaming.

No flashing.

No churros used as love confessions.

It’s just us, breathing each other in like we’re the only two people in the world.

And I take advantage of it.

I shift, tugging his boxers down. His cock springs to attention, thick and hard, ready for me.

“We’re finally alone, baby.” I wrap my hand around him, stroking from base to tip.

He moans. “Best way to wake up. No Gram. No interruptions. My wife giving me a?—”

I take him into my mouth, cutting off his words with a moan of my own.

His hands tangle in his hair as his tip brushes the back of my throat.

When I pull back, saliva trails down my chin.

“Goddamn, wife. Now I know why I married you.”

“Let me show you how good I am with my mouth.” I lick the head, then take him deep again, breathing through my nose as I swallow him whole.

“Jesus.” His abs tense. His fingers grip my hair like reins.

When I come up for air, tears streak my cheeks.

“I learn new things all the time being with you,” I whisper.

His thumb brushes away the mess on my face. “I learn from you too. I pay attention.”

“I know you do. And I’m going to reward you for it.” My grin is wicked. “Now fuck my mouth, husband.”

“Hell yes, wife.”

He thrusts up, snapping his hips with urgency. “Choke on my cock. Show me how much you love me.”

I moan around him, soaked from his voice alone.

Tears and spit drip down my chin as I stroke my clit to the rhythm he sets.

He groans, watching me in the mirror. “Oh, hell yes.”

His hands tighten in my hair. “Not gonna last, baby.”

I moan louder, eyes locked on his while he watches me play with myself in the mirror.

“Goddamn.” His rhythm falters, hips bucking. “I’m gonna come down your throat.”

And he does.

I swallow every drop.

When I finally pull off his dick, he’s breathless, wrecked, and still reaching for me.

His hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me up to him, lips hovering over mine.

“I love you, Allie. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

I smile, watery and aching. “I didn’t know I needed a menace in my life until I met you.”

Our lips meet again in a kiss that’s soft, deep, and infinite.

Outside, the ocean crashes. Unstoppable.

Just like us.