by Holly Jaymes
My hands roamed her body, and were quickly frustrated by her clothes. I undid the button of her coat, yanking it down her arms. I ran my hands over the soft filmy camisole covering her tits. Her nipples grazed against my palms and I groaned with the need to suck them. In a flurry of activity, I stripped her naked, cupped her tits and sucked one nipple and then the other, loving how she moaned and urged me on by holding my head to her.
“Pax.”
“Right here, baby,” I responded. I dropped to my knees, running my lips over her bare belly, my hands down her creamy thighs. I looked up at her. She was illuminated by the moon coming through the window. It was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen. She was like a goddess.
I nudged her legs apart and ran my tongue through her pussy.
She gasped. “Oh God, Pax.” Her knees buckled slightly, so I brought my hands to her hips, gripping and holding them there so I could feast on her.
Holy fuck. She was wet and hot and so delicious. I ravaged her like a starving man. Her body gyrated as her fingers gripped my head and she fucked my face.
Six years ago, we’d been hot and heavy, but I didn’t remember it quite like this. I felt like I was going to combust from the inside out. My dick was so hard, so painfully full, I was sure I was going to come in my pants.
“Oh God, Pax, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I heard a slight thud against the window, and was able to lift my eyes enough to see her head was thrown back and she was reaching for her pleasure. I wanted to give it to her. I wanted her to feel so good. I wanted to be the man who made her feel more than she’d ever felt.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, and then sucked it hard as I inserted two fingers inside her.
She cried out, and her body gripped my fingers hard, making my dick weep with jealousy. Her sweet juices filled my mouth, as I worked her and worked her, until she sagged against the window.
I stood, and in one movement, had her in my arms and was carrying her to the bed.
“Oh my God,” she said as her head lulled on my shoulder.
“We’re not done yet, Victoria.”
I lay her on the bed, loving how her eyes watched me as I stripped, the flash of heat in them when my dick sprang free. She must have recovered, because she moved quickly, and took that big boy into her mouth, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, you’ll make me come,” I said, threading my fingers through her long hair, not sure if I wanted to hold her to me and come or push her back so I could fuck her.
“That’s the point,” she said, stroking my dick.
I pushed her back on the bed and covered her body. “I’m going to make you come again. And when you do, you’ll take me with you.”
Chapter 9: Another Mistake
Victoria
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. It was a chant in my head when Pax kissed me in the elevator and then later when his hands were on me. When his mouth was doing the dirtiest things to my pussy until a powerful orgasm rolled through me. And now he was naked, his hot flesh pressing me into the bed. I had to be dreaming, although I couldn’t remember my dreams ever being this good.
His touch made my brain go haywire and it was hard to reciprocate. But I wanted to touch him too. I ran my hands down his back as he kissed me. He felt broader, stronger than I’d remembered. His waist tapered more to his hips. His ass was harder as I squeezed it. I wondered if he worked out more or perhaps the demands of touring and performing kept him in shape.
I pushed at him until he rolled on to his back. I straddled his thighs and sat up to look down at him. His hands rubbed my thighs as his clouded blue-violet eyes stared up at me.
“Like what you see?” he asked with his cheeky grin.
“Let me look closer.” I ran my hands over his chest, squeezing his pec muscles. “Someone has been working out.”
“You noticed.”
“Hmm.” I licked his nipple and then sucked it, loving how he gasped and let out an expletive. My hands roamed lower, over the six pack and down.
I sat up again, and drew a finger down his cock, watching it twitch as I did.
“You’re killing me, Vic.”
“I don’t like being called Vic.” I pinched the tip of his dick and he winced.
“Fuck.” He let out a gasp. “Fuck me.”
“Who, Pax? Who do you want to fuck you?” I reached over to the condom he’d tossed on the pillow and opened the packet.
“You.” His fingers dug into my thighs as I unwrapped the condom and then slowly, oh so slowly rolled it on him. He hissed and his hips bucked up.
“Who?” I asked as I checked to make sure the requisite room was at the tip.
“You, Victoria. Jesus, fucking Christ, fuck me, Victoria.”
His desperation made me feel powerful in my sexuality.
“Am I ready?” I rose up on my knees and brought his hand to my pussy. He ran a finger through it and then pressed it inside me.
“You’re so wet.”
I gasped, and pushed his hand away. I moved over him, taking his dick and bringing it to me. I shouldn’t be doing this for all sort of reasons, not just because Lily wouldn’t like it. But there was no stopping now. Whatever the repercussions, I’d take it because right now, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. No one else I’d rather be with. Nothing else I’d rather be doing.
“Come on, Victoria, have mercy.” He arched, his tip pressing against my hot flesh.
I bent forward, putting my hands on his chest and then I sank down on him, taking him inside me. I’d often thought of the night we’d spent together six years ago, and how good it had felt. But my memory wasn’t as good as I thought. His dick filled me as I took him deeper and deeper, my body adjusting to fit him. My pussy was on fire, tiny sparks of electricity going off. It was so good. So good.
“Yes…Jesus yes…Victoria.” His hands reached up to my face and pulled me down. He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth. We both moaned, the echo of it filling the room. Finally, he was fully immersed in me. Pulsing and throbbing inside me. It was amazing.
I rocked over him, and he tore his mouth from mine as he let out a growl. I started to ride, and he moved with me. Like a dance. A sensual dance.
“More, more,” he gasped as he held my hips and forced them to move faster. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples. I felt it all the way to my pussy.
“Pax!” I was teetering on the edge of exquisite pleasure. In the moment of torture that promised ultimate bliss.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come…” His hand slid down between my thighs and rubbed over my clit.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my orgasm slammed into me, harder, fiercer than the one he’d given me against the window.
I cried out as the pleasure rocketed out, blasting through my body.
He let out a feral yell and his hips shot up as his own pleasure overwhelmed him. Together we moved, riding out the storm until my lungs burned and my thighs were toast. I collapsed on him.
His arms came around me and he held me close as his harsh breath blew along my ear. “Holy fuck,” he managed eventually. “Hooollyy fuck,” he said again, drawing out the words. I had to agree, but couldn’t say anything because my own breath was still too labored to speak. He kissed the top of my head. “Are you okay?”
I nodded as I found the strength to lift my head and look at him. I managed a smile because the words were still not forthcoming.
He smiled back. “I’m going to take that as I rocked your world.” I raised my brow. He grinned. “Or maybe you rocked mine.” He lifted his head and kissed me. Then his eyes turned a little chagrined. “I told you we’d talk.”
“We did,” I said, finding my voice.
“So, we’re good?”
I didn’t know what we were, except in the same situation we’d always been in. But I didn’t feel the need to talk because there wasn’t anything to say that hadn’t already been
said. This would be a short fling for as long as we were here together and Lily needn’t ever know about it.
For a moment, I wondered if maybe now that Lily was married and having a child, she’d soften her stance if she knew Pax and I liked each other. Or perhaps she’d be preoccupied and we could continue to see each other on the down-low. The problem with the latter idea was that it was deceptive and I didn’t want to lie to my best friend.
Instead of worrying about it, I decided to simply enjoy the time we’d have. “We’re good.”
“I also said I’d get you a drink.”
I nodded. I couldn’t deny a drink wouldn’t be nice as I processed that I’d just had sex with Pax again.
He rolled us until he was over me. “I’m going to get rid of this condom, get us drinks, make sure I have enough condoms to last the night, and then we’ll do this again. What do you think of that?”
I smiled, feeling like that giddy twenty-one-year-old I’d been six years ago. “I think it sounds like a grand idea.”
He gave me a quick kiss and then got out of bed, returning later with drinks and an entire box of condoms.
I gave him a look. “You came prepared.”
“I came hopeful.” He handed me a glass of wine and then got in bed next to me. For the rest of the night, it was like those six years apart never happened. We talked like we had before. And then he touched me again and I touched him, and it was spectacular. After the last orgasm, I snuggled in, knowing sleep would be coming soon and hating it because I was afraid in the morning all this would be gone. If not in the morning, then sometime soon it would be over and it made me sad. It also made me resent Lily. She got her happily ever after but was denying me and Pax. Not that he and I were happily-ever-after material, but we’d never find out.
I woke the next morning after I realized my phone was continuously dinging with notification after notification. Something was up.
I rolled over and found my phone on the bedside table. I remembered setting it there after threatening to take a dick pic of Pax.
I checked my text messages first. Most were from my assistant, but there were several from Allie. I opened hers.
“What happened? Is it true? Oh my God, Victoria.”
What was she talking about?
“Seriously Victoria, you have to call me. Mom is going nuts.”
“Everything alright?” Pax asked, his hand running down my arm as he kissed my shoulder.
“I don’t know. My sister seems to think something is up with me.”
He got out of bed. “I’ll order coffee.”
I nodded as I continued to check my texts. One had a link to a tabloid. I clicked it.
“PAX RYDER TIES THE KNOT IN VEGAS”
My heart stopped in my chest. What the hell? I read the article.
“Late-night lovebirds snapped this picture of Pax Ryder and social media influencer/entrepreneur Victoria Sinclair in Las Vegas at the marriage license office, who were later seen entering one of the many chapels with another unidentified couple…”
Oh crap. Well, at least that would be easy to clear up. We didn’t get married. We were attendants at another wedding.
But I could only imagine what Lily was going to think when she saw this. Thank goodness she was off on her honeymoon and likely too preoccupied to check entertainment news.
I got out of bed and put on the complimentary robe Pax had tossed on the bed for me. I headed out to the living area to find Pax hanging up the phone.
“Coffee in ten minutes or so. If we play our cards right, I can give you an orgasm in that time.” He waggled his brows as he reached for me.
“Mmm, sounds good, but there’s something you need to see.”
His smile faltered. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s a misunderstanding.” I handed him the phone.
He looked at it and his gaze jerked to mine. “Fuck.”
I nodded.
“Dane is going to kill me.”
“Is this worse or is Lisbeth’s getting married worse?” I felt bad that our morning was being ruined by this.
“Both are bad.”
There was a knock on the door. Since Pax was still processing the news about our late-night chapel visit, I went to get it. We’d need the coffee to help us figure out who to call first.
I opened the door. “Message for Pax Ryder and Victoria Ryder.”
I frowned. I wasn’t Victoria Ryder. And if I was married to Pax, I’d be Maddox. I took the envelope from the hotel staff person. “Thank you.”
I looked at the envelope that had our names handwritten on it.
“Who was it?” Pax asked.
“We have a message.” I opened the envelope and pulled out two pieces of paper. The top was a handwritten note.
Pax and Victoria,
Don’t be mad. Be happy. Blissfully happy like me and Ethan. We could both see that you two have a history. You also both need to live a little.
- Lisbeth
P.S. I’ll be back in a week or so and we’ll work on the endorsement deal. I love your products!
I was confused by the note. I looked at the second paper. It was an official license like I’d signed when I witnessed Lisbeth and Ethan’s wedding certificate. I scanned the paper, wondering what I was missing when I noticed that it wasn’t Lisbeth and Ethan’s name on it.
“Oh no.” My heart stalled in my chest as I jerked my gaze to Pax.
He stared at me. “What?”
I swallowed. “It’s a marriage certificate.” He frowned. “It’s our marriage certificate.”
His brows shot up. “What?” He moved quickly to me and took the paper.
“It appears that Lisbeth somehow got us a marriage license and we were married when they were.”
“How?” He looked at me.
“I don’t know.” The truth was the whole night was a little foggy. Except the part where I’d touched Pax and he’d touched me.
He closed his eyes. “Fuck.”
His phone rang and he rolled his eyes. “How much do you want to bet that’s Dane?”
There was a knock at the door again, and I went to answer it as Pax picked up his phone. I showed the room service waiter in and told him to put the coffee on the table while Pax paced, running his fingers through his thick dark hair and sputtering something into the phone.
I poured us both a cup of coffee.
“Listen Dane…it was a mistake.”
It was ridiculous to feel like the rug had been pulled out from under me by his words, but I did.
A mistake. Again.
I took my coffee, gathered my clothes that still lay by the window and disappeared into the bathroom.
How could I have been so stupid to fall in bed with him again?
I didn’t bother with a shower. I’d do that in my room to wash off the memory of Pax Ryder.
Chapter 10: Vegas Fallout
Pax
It was one thing to have the media make a false assumption at seeing me and Victoria at the marriage license office and chapel, but a whole other thing to have it be true. What a fucking mess.
“This is all your fault,” I said to Dane, wanting to get the upper hand in this conversation.
“My fault? I didn't tell you to get married.”
“I wouldn’t have been here at all if you hadn’t talked me into babysitting Lisbeth, who, by the way, finagled all this.”
“What are you talking about?”
I was about to make this whole thing worse. “Lisbeth is the one that wanted to get married.”
“Jesus, Pax, you married Lisbeth-”
“What? No. She married her manager, Ethan.”
“I thought there was something going on between them.” Dane didn’t sound quite as mad about Lisbeth as I’d anticipated. “But how the hell does she get you married? Victoria Sinclair…that was the makeup lady, right? Your old friend.”
“It’s a long story, but we’ll just have it annulled.” I wondered i
f I could, since technically I consummated the marriage. And it was a fucking fantastic honeymoon. I pushed away the magic of the night before to focus on the shit-storm going on now. “It can’t be legal because neither Victoria or I consented to be married. I actually can’t figure out how it happened. So…we’ll undo all this.”
“You can’t.”
“What?” I looked down at my phone receiver, wondering if there was a problem with the reception. I brought it back to my ear.
“You can’t end this marriage. Not yet.”
“Why the hell not?” All of a sudden, I had a flash of my sister reaming me out. Of her and Victoria’s friendship ending all because I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
“If it were any other rock star, it would be just another crazy antic, but you’re not any other rock star, Pax. You’ve got a reputation for being level-headed. You don’t do crazy shit like get married in Vegas in a drunken stupor.”
“I wasn’t drunk.” At least I didn’t think I was.
“The point is, this will hurt your reputation. No, you need to act like this was on purpose.”
“What?” It was official. I’d entered Crazytown.
“You need to pretend that you meant to get hitched. You need to stay married.”
For the first time since I picked up the call from Dane, I scanned the room looking for Victoria. Where did she go? I noticed the coffee on the table and that her clothes that had been on the floor where I’d stripped her the night before were gone. Had she left?
“Dane…you don’t understand.” The door to the bedroom was closed. Hopefully, she was in there.
“I know that Pax Ryder doesn’t accidentally get married in Vegas.”
“Lisbeth duped us somehow.”
“That’s just as bad.” He paused a moment. “Listen, she’s a friend of your sister’s, right? So you can pull this off-”
“I can’t be married, Dane. Not like this. I can’t ask that of her.”
“I don’t know why not. I did a little research. Her Instagram, which was pretty impressive to begin with, just ballooned in followers probably waiting for pictures of your wedded bliss. I bet her business sales will go up too. For that reason alone, you’d think she’d be willing to go along until we can come up with something to get you out of it that won’t make you look like a cliché.”
