Page 90 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

LINDY

I stared at the ring on my finger and tried so fucking hard to remember how it got there.

“Like the ring, Mrs. James?” Dex called from the other room.

Mrs. James?

I flung open the bathroom door of the impressive hotel suite. If I wasn’t so freaked or confused, I’d have taken a spin in the huge jacuzzi tub, big enough to fit the Silvermines bench.

“Mrs. James?” I practically yelled, waving my left hand around and storming to the side of the bed.

Dex raised his hand, and I couldn’t miss the simple platinum band that glinted in the Vegas sunlight.

“Come back to bed, sugar. Since it seems we got married last night, let’s have our honeymoon.”

He pushed the sheet down, gripped the base of his insanely big, insanely perfect dick and gave it a hard pump. “This is all for you. Wife.”

Dex had zero modesty and I couldn’t say I wasn’t affected. I just came all over his face not five minutes ago. But I’d been too sleepy to notice the rock that weighed down my hand.

“Put that thing away!” I shouted, waving the heavy hand about.

He didn’t stop working his dick. “Not a chance. You don’t remember the strip club. Or the wedding chapel.”

“No!”

“I’ve got a few pictures on my phone. Climb on, sugar, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

I ignored him and the ride he offered and snagged his phone off the bedside table, yanking the power cord from the bottom.

“Pin number,” I said when it didn’t like my fingerprint.

“Two-four-four-nine.”

He abandoned his masturbation session and shifted so he sat on the side of the bed, feet on the floor. His fingers grabbed the hem of my nightie and pulled me between his parted knees. I didn’t pay him any attention, just searched through the icons for his photos.

“Here, sugar.”

I fought him for the phone.

“I’m not keeping them from you. I’ll show you the folder.”

I sighed and relented. “You kept being married from me.”

He swiped a few times, then handed it back.

His hands circled around and cupped the backs of my bare thighs.

“You were right there with me, sugar.”

“I was drunk.”

The first photo was of the two of us, heads close together, smiling at the camera. A selfie somewhere that had black leather booths.

“So was I.”

I swiped. The next photo was of me sitting on Dex’s lap, arm slung around his neck. He was kissing my neck. It wasn’t inappropriate, more like extremely affectionate.

“We shouldn’t have done it.”

A photo of the two of us in the back of a limo.

Our heads were together holding our hands up to the camera to show off our rings.

To the right of Dex’s head was a man sticking his head out what looked like a fast-food drive thru window.

He held up a small placard that said Just Married with Best Little Wedding Chapel in fancy script beneath it.

“Holy shit. We got married at a McDonald’s drive thru?”

He set his forehead against my stomach and laughed. “We got that after. This place offers interior weddings or drive up.”

I grabbed the sides of his head and pushed it back, probably jamming the phone into an ear.

“Are you serious?”

“It was pretty crowded since it was a Saturday night. Didn’t want anyone to recognize me and ruin how special it was.”

“Special? This guy looks like Elvis!” I pull the phone back, hold it up and point to the officiant.

He had the audacity to grin. “It’s fun.” Lowering my arm, he turned my wrist over so my ring sparkled between us. “Seeing my ring on your finger gets me hard.”

I looked down and yup, he was hard. Really hard.

“Dex, why?”

His eyes meet mine. That playfulness from a moment ago was replaced by a searing intensity. “Because I want you.”

“I can see that,” I replied, eyeing how much he really wanted me between his legs. God, I was suddenly nervous. This… thing between us shifted us into completely different territory. He was a fling. A FLING.

Not a husband I didn’t remember marrying.

“I told you that from the start. That you were my woman. This just… proves it.”

The cell rang in my hand. Dex took it, accepted the call and put the phone to his ear.

“What Scott? I’m kind of busy right now.” He whispered to me, “My agent.”

“I bet,” he said. “I don’t want to interrupt you on your honeymoon and all, but I wanted to say congrats.”

“The contract come in early?” Dex asked, although he was studying me in a way that made it seem like he was giving the guy only half his attention. His hand slid up and down the back of my thigh.

“No. I meant getting married. The photo you posted on your social media has gone viral. A stroke of genius.”