Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale

by Dawn Robertson

  “Jennifer and Mathis?” A large man with a southern twang caught our attention and we stepped into the small chapel.

  “Y’all ready to get the show on the road?” he asked while pulling some papers out of his pocket. We both nodded in agreement as he whizzed through his marriage speech. Only stopping when he reaches the vows portion, as we had made it clear in the paperwork that we had our own.

  “I, Jennifer Sunshine, take you Mathis Verlinden to be my husband. For better and for worse. Through way too many drinks, and your angry possessive outbursts. In our good times and our bad. I am only yours forever. As long as we both shall live. Or until I kill you in your sleep. I love you.” I couldn’t help but join into the laughter surrounding us.

  “I, Mathis Verlinden, take you Jennifer Sunshine to be my wife. From the moment you walked into my life, my world has finally started to make sense. Everything is right. My days start and end with you, and I never want to go another day without you by my side. Even if you try and kill me in my sleep. I love you more than life itself.”

  “By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”

  Before his lips came to mine, they part and he begins to speak.

  “And Jenny? We were never really married before. But now, it is official.”

  Before I could kick him in the balls, his mouth was on mine even as I protested.

  OFFICIALLY MINE

  (Mathis)

  “You…really? I…ugh…I can’t…” Listening to my wife attempt to form a full sentence after my admission of never marrying her officially was priceless to say the least.

  “Love.” I pulled her into my arms and kicked the door closed. “Stop…I…” She huffed, pushing against me. My hand dipped to the small of her back before cupping her ass. “Cat got your tongue?” I teased, nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck.

  “I think I hate you,” she mumbled. I chuckled and lifted her dress to her waist. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I pushed her up against the wall. “Do you? How much do you hate me, love?” I asked, rubbing my pelvis against the apex between her thighs. She moaned and then frowned before attempting to push me again.

  “You never married me. This was all a fucking sham.” I smirked and nipped up the side of her neck to her mouth. “No it wasn’t. I did marry you but I never signed the marriage license.”

  “Why not?” she asked, leaning her head to the side.

  “Because I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave first.” I cupped her mound and rubbed my palm against her clit.

  She moaned and reached for my belt buckle. “Well, I’m not leaving now but you could have told me.”

  Moving her panties to the side, I lifted her in my arms and her legs around my waist. “Would you have stayed if you had known that?”

  Jennifer gasped when I lowered her onto my dick. “Probably not,” she panted.

  “Didn’t think so.” I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, linking our fingers together. The rest of that night, I took my time showing her how much I did, in fact, love her, and how sorry I was for not telling her about not signing the marriage license. Even though she was mad at me at first, it was all worth it in the end. To have her and to hold her. Spending the rest of our lives loving her. Everything was fucking worth it.

  I woke the next morning feeling like someone had chopped off my junk and sewed it back on with chicken wire. Okay, maybe not so bad, but my dick fucking hurt. Was there such a thing as too much sex? I looked over at the naked sleeping form beside me. My cock hardened. Nope. Apparently not.

  I placed a kiss on Jennifer’s bare shoulder and rolled out of bed. My head fucking pounded. God, what was wrong with me? Oh yeah. Jude and every other fucker that came my wife’s way. My wife. It was official and I was the happiest man alive. Pulling on a pair of blood red draw string sweat pants, I padded into my office. It was five in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was a bitch. I loaded up the laptop and trudged into the kitchen to get my caffeine fix when I saw the red light flashing on my answering machine. Pressing the play button, I made coffee while I waited for the message to sound through the air.

  “Mathis Verlinden.”

  My stomach dropped at the deep voice on the other end. Jude.

  “You will give me Jenny for one night if you know what’s fucking good for you. Or else I will just come and take what’s rightfully mine. I don’t care if you officially married her tonight.”

  I deleted the message and slammed my fist into the wall. A sharp white hot pain travelled up my arm before I fell to my knees. My chest constricted. There was no way. No way at fucking all that Jude would get his grip in her again. I reached for the phone and dialed Dean. A throat cleared and a female voice sounded in the back ground asking him who was calling so early. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he said, his voice muffled like he placed his hand over the receiver. “Mathis? What’s wrong?”

  I took a breath and told him about the message from Jude. “I’m fucking scared that he’ll do something to her.”

  “I’m on it, my man. Extra protection?”

  “Yes,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Don’t tell Nora. I don’t want either of the girls knowing.”

  “Understood. I’ll have Ricky and Lee in your lobby twenty four seven until you tell me different.”

  “Thank you. I don’t pay you enough for the shit you do for me.”

  Dean scoffed. “I do it cause you’re my friend. Not for the money. Didn’t you know that?”

  Now I did. “I love you, my man,” I whispered. I didn’t tell him that enough. I didn’t tell him that I appreciated all he had done for me. Some illegal, and some not. Either way, he was there for me, even when I was difficult and an ass.

  “Love you too, boss. Now go be with your wife. I have a hot little blonde that I need to fuck into exhaustion, again.”

  I chuckled and hung up the phone.

  Leave it to Dean to always get the ball rolling and make me feel better. God, what would I do without him?

  A couple of days later, the message from Jude momentarily forgotten, reigned full steam ahead in my mind as I walked into my brother’s office. I didn’t know why I was there. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but while Jenny was out with Nora, I ended up at the front steps of my brother’s office building. Shit had to be laid out. I didn’t need drama from my brother as well. I had enough of that with Jude.

  I walked down the pristine white hallway, the marble flooring glowing in the afternoon sun. Yan had done well for himself. As much as I hated the guy, I was happy for him.

  “Can I help you…” The female voice trailed off as I looked at the young blonde receptionist. Her cheeks reddened. “You can go right in, Mr. Verlinden.”

  I nodded. I loved being me.

  I pushed open the large cherry oak doors and smiled when Yan’s wide eyed gaze landed on me.

  “Tell your girl to take a break,” I said, indicating the small body under the desk that was sucking him off.

  He growled. “Leave.”

  The woman rose from behind the desk, straightened her navy blue pant suit and wiped her lips. She walked by me but not before making sure to give me a once over.

  I rolled my eyes. “Not on your fucking life.”

  She huffed and left the office with a slam of the door.

  Yan chuckled and leaned back in his expensive leather chair. “What can I do for you, brother?”

  “I need your help.”

  SNEAKY SON-OF-A-BITCH

  (Jenny)

  I sat across from Nora and spilled the entire story about how Mathis and I were never really married. It had been almost a week since we got married for real and I found out. While I wanted to kick him in the nuts and put them in my Michael Kors bag, I thought it was kind of cute in a fucked sorta up way.

  “Whatever, you two are made for each other.” Nora said, poking a fork full of salad in my direction.
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br />   I wanted to laugh or tell her she was wrong. But the truth of the matter was, she was right.

  My cell phone beeped in my bag, my birth control alarm sounded. Right on time, like clockwork. Every day I needed that extra reminder, even more so now than before. A baby? Ha!

  I started digging through my bag looking for the small round package. Damn, I have way too much shit in here. When I got to the bottom and emptied everything onto the table only to realize the package wasn’t in there, I started to freak out. Absolutely lose my shit.

  Pressing Mathis’ number into my phone and hitting send, I waiting on the other end until his voice soothed my panic. “Hello love.”

  “Mathis, have you seen my pills? I can’t find them! They aren’t in my bag!”

  He chuckled to himself. That son-of-a-bitch was laughing.

  “Calm down, Jenny. I haven’t seen them. Call your doctor and get some new ones. No big deal,” his voice was calm as always. “Relax, enjoy your lunch and I will see you at dinner.” The line disconnected and I couldn’t help but think he had something to do with this.

  “I’m gonna kill him,” I growled as I picked up my glass of water and chugged it. Trying to cool my hot temper. Yeah, that’s not gonna happen!

  “What now, Jenny?” Nora laughed across the table. I’m glad she was amused by the newest drama.

  I took a deep breath before laying it all out on the table.

  “You aren’t going to believe this! He wants a baby. A fucking baby, Nora! We’ve known each other what... three weeks at most? He’s nuts! And NOW my birth control pills just magically grew legs and walked out of my purse. I swear he took them!” By the time I finally ended my long run-on rant, she was laughing with tears streaming down her face. Laughing at me. I should kick her square in the cunt for laughing at me. “Jennifer Sunshine, or whatever the fuck your last name is these days, because I can’t pronounce that European shit. Get your head out of your ass. A gorgeous, rich, swoon worthy man wants to make you the mother of his children. Men don’t throw that around every day. They don’t want baby mommas. They don’t want spit up, and shitty diapers. He, my friend, is a keeper. So if he wants to put a mini Verlinden in that baby maker, you better fuckin’ get on it.”

  I didn’t want to admit that she was right, but in the back of my head I think she just made the best case for procreation anyone could ever come up with.

  Three hours, a trip to the pharmacy, and a lot of fuckin’ thinking, I walked into the penthouse. It was quiet and Mathis was nowhere in sight.

  “MATHIS! Get your ASS in here!” my screams echoed through the sprawling area. Soon I heard the study door slide open, as he held a finger up to his mouth and a phone to his ear.

  “Call’s over!” I yelled loud enough to scare off whomever was on the other end.

  “I’m sorry, Yan. I’m gonna have to call you back. My demanding wife just walked in the door.” He laughed and disconnected the call. A couple steps in my direction and I held up an arm to keep him away.

  “You! Stop right there. Don’t come a foot closer!” The dramatics, I should laugh. But everything in me wants to yell and scream. Yup, I should have been an actress!

  “Oh, Jenny. Stop!”

  “Tell me one thing, and tell me the truth.”

  “Jennifer, I didn’t take your pills. Go look on the nightstand in the bedroom. They are all there and accounted for. Mary, the maid found them under the bed this morning.”

  Okay, so now I was really embarrassed. Fuck.

  “So you didn’t take them?” My voice suddenly was quiet, full of disappointment. Did I really want him to play games and steal my pills? Did I really want to give him everything he wanted? Did I want a family? This was all just too much.

  “No, Jenny. When you said you weren’t ready, I respected that. I wouldn’t do that to you. As much as I love playing games with you, having a baby isn’t a game. I know what it’s like to be unwanted. I would never do that to a child, let alone my own.” His sincere tone made me want to melt into a puddle on the foyer floor. How did I get so lucky?

  “So, you don’t want a baby anymore?” I could feel tears stinging at my eyes. What in the FUCK is wrong with me? Am I really about to cry over this? Why does this feel like I’m being rejected? Why does this man make me a bi-polar head case? Probably because I am?

  “Honey, I want nothing more than to have a baby with you. But, not until that is exactly what you want too.” His hand cupped my chin and his lips pressed to mine. “Why the tears, beautiful?”

  I couldn’t tell him. Could I?

  “I...just. I don’t know...” my quiet voice trailed off. I couldn’t bring the words to come out of my mouth. My hand still tightly gripped the bag from the local pharmacy, full of another month’s supply of birth control. Something I thought I wanted.

  “Jenny, you can tell me anything.”

  Without any words, I opened the bag and took the pills out of the small case. One-by-one I popped them out all over the foyer floor. The small yellow pills bounced in every direction imaginable while Mathis stood still watching every movement I made.

  “Mathis...” I said as a single tear fell from the corner of my eye.

  “Yes?”

  “Make love to me tonight.” And that was the moment I decided to throw all caution to the wind and give myself to Mathis in a way I thought I never could.

  A LOVE LIKE NO OTHER

  (Mathis)

  Shocked. No. Fucking ecstatic would explain how I was feeling right that minute. As I watched Jennifer push the pills out of the blister package, and throw the now empty birth control container on the floor, I stood there like a moron and stared at her. Asking me to make love to her? She didn’t have to ask me twice. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to our bedroom before laying her gently on the bed. There would be no rushing tonight. This was all for her. She stopped taking the pills for me? Well I was going to show her what making love was really like.

  “Mathis?”

  I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead before releasing her completely. Moving to the edge of the bed, I took off her red flats and threw them behind me. They landed with a thunk somewhere off in the distance.

  Jennifer giggled, her gaze following my movements.

  Lowering to my knees, I brushed a finger up the length of her foot.

  She jumped.

  I grabbed her foot, pushing my thumbs into her heel and up into the arch.

  She moaned. “Feels good.”

  “Did you know that there are several pressure points in the foot? Most of which can turn someone on?”

  Jennifer shook her head, her eyes darkening. Already she was turned on and I hadn’t even started yet. I moved my hand over her foot, massaging and kneading as I went, before doing the same with the other.

  By the time I was done giving her the foot massage of her life, she was panting and her cheeks were flushed.

  I grinned and moved up the length of her body, replacing my hands with my mouth.

  “Mathis, come up here,” she begged.

  “No. Anticipation is key, love. You’ll thank me in the end.”

  “I need you.”

  I chuckled and lightly nipped the skin just above her knee. “And you’ll have me, but right now this is all for you.”

  She groaned and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration.

  I would have laughed if I wasn’t focused on getting to the place I wanted most. Pulling her dress to her waist, I trailed a mixture of kisses and licks up her inner thigh. “I want to taste you, love.”

  She looked down at me and licked her lips. “Please.”

  Grabbing her hips, I pulled her under me and bent her knees. “Open for me.”

  Jennifer spread her legs, and with some maneuvering had her dress up and off her before I had time to process what she was doing.

  The white lace lingerie stared back at me, covering her assets. God, she was fucking beautiful. I gripped the sides of her panties. “Were the
se expensive?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll buy you a new pair,” I said as I ripped them clean off her body.

  She grinned and tilted her head back, waiting.

  I kissed her lower belly, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender. I loved the smell of her skin and I couldn’t get enough. My dick was threatening to explode in my pants and at that moment, I didn’t care if it did. Placing light nips just above her bare mound, I almost couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to taste her. To have her come against my face. Her orgasm on my tongue.

  I spread her legs wider and brushed my thumbs over the soft pale folds of her pussy.

  Her hips bucked under my touch. “Mathis,” she breathed.

  “Relax. Enjoy because I’m about to devour my wife,” I said and with a smooth stroke, I licked from her glistening opening to her clit. The sweet nectar of her juices tingled against my taste buds. That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore and I covered her core with my mouth.

  She gasped and cried out, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

  I moaned, thrusting my tongue deep inside of her and stroked her clit with my thumb as I fucked her with my mouth.

  She moaned, writhing against my face. “Oh yes. Right there.”

  Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I thrust two into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me. Spreading the folds of her hot cunt, I sucked her clit into my mouth making her scream my name almost instantly.

  “Oh fuck. Yes. Oh God, Mathis.”

  The sounds of her cries of pleasure were music to my ears. The thrusts of my fingers deep inside her didn’t let up and she came again, and a third time before I decided she was ready for my cock. I sat back on my hunches, ripped off my shirt and kicked my pants to the side before covering her body with mine.

  Our mouths met feverishly and I was back inside of her completely. Her hands roamed down my back, scratching her nails into my skin as she dug her heels into my ass. “Harder. Please.”