My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family Book 3)

by Piper Rayne

  The three of us nod.

  “Gotcha,” I say.

  “You don’t believe any of that. Logan’s a great guy, and he’s the one who came here looking for you. Remember that,” Posey says.

  Posey has a point. I need to keep reminding myself of that fact if we’re going to get through these weeks without one another. It might still be early days for us, but I need to believe in what Logan and I share.

  “What did Dad say when you talked to him?” Mandi asks. She’s the peacekeeper in our family, so she’s the one who talks to Dad more than any of us.

  “He wanted tickets to the fight. Which reminds me…” I pull out my phone and send Logan my dad’s phone number for him to pass on to Vince to arrange the tickets. This way I don’t have to be involved in any of it.

  Logan doesn’t respond right away, and I sigh. That’s been the norm since he returned to Vegas. Even our nightly conversations often consist of him dozing off from being so tired. Last night, I told him I had to do more research on Gavin Price so he could just go to bed and wouldn’t feel bad about not having a lengthy conversation with me.

  “Let’s go out and do something fun!” Posey says.

  “I prefer to wallow,” I say.

  Chevelle throws a fry at me. “Posey’s right. We need to get you out. The press has all left since they think you’re broken up, so we’re free to do what we want.”

  “I have to work.” Mandi slides out from the table to greet a few guests.

  “I need to put some more work into the podcast. I bet Molly will go with you.”

  Chevelle pulls out her phone and starts texting. “You’re honestly a bore, Nik.”

  I stick out my tongue and we both laugh.

  “Holy shit!” Posey says, eyeing the door. I move to turn my head, but she grabs my arm. “No.”

  “What is it?”

  “Gavin Price is here,” Posey says.

  Chevelle’s head flings up in the air. “The Gavin Price?”

  I turn around, and sure enough, it is him and he’s talking with Mandi.

  Gavin Price is a famous child star. He was the main character in the most popular teen drama while Posey and Chevelle were growing up, which is why their jaws are hanging open right now.

  “He’s gotten so manly looking,” Posey says.

  “He’s even better looking than before,” Chevelle chimes in.

  He walks over to our table with Mandi and my two sisters stare but say nothing.

  I put out my hand. “Hey, Gavin, I’m Nikki Greene. I think you know my husband, Logan?” Jeez, it feels weird to refer to Logan that way out loud.

  Mandi brings a chair over for Gavin to join us, while whispers commence about who he is from the other people in the restaurant.

  “Hey, Nikki. Good to meet you. Well, he talked to me about your podcast, but he couldn’t stop raving about this town, so I felt compelled to come up and see what I’m missing. Plus, I had to get out of LA for a while.”

  “Coffee? Tea?” Mandi asks.

  “Coffee, black. Thanks.” He smiles at Mandi.

  Her eyes go wide in dramatic fashion when she steps away from the table, putting her hand over her heart as if she’s going to pass out. Clearly, I’m the only Greene who will manage a conversation with the man.

  “You came up just to visit?” I ask.

  “Yep, and I have to say, I get why Stone loves it so much.”

  My phone rings and I glance down to see that it’s Logan. “Speaking of the man.” I answer the phone. “Hello.”

  “What are you wearing? If the answer is clothes, I need you to rectify that immediately and send me a picture.”

  I giggle, thankful I didn’t put him on speaker. “Funny thing…”

  “Did you not hear me?” He sounds breathless. I assume he just finished a workout.

  “I did, but that will have to wait.”

  “He’s probably asking her for a nude pic,” Gavin says to Posey and Chevelle, who still haven’t found their voices yet.

  “Gavin Price is here,” I say.

  There’s silence on the other end of the line for a beat. “Already? He didn’t let me know he was coming so soon.” Logan asks in a tone I swear holds some jealousy, but why would he be jealous of a man I just met?

  “He said you raved about the town, so he wanted to come up and visit.”

  “But the podcast isn’t happening yet. You’re not ready,” he says in an almost panicked tone I don’t understand.

  “I know. Do you want to talk to him?”

  Gavin holds out his hand and I pass the phone before Logan’s even agreed.

  “How’s Vegas?” Gavin asks and listens. “You worked out in a sweaty gym for the last four hours while I get to sit at a table full of beautiful women. One of us got the shit end of the stick, Stone, and it wasn’t me.” He laughs.

  I kick Chevelle and Posey under the table and they both straighten in their chairs, scowling at me. Hopefully that knocks them out of their trance.

  Gavin talks to Logan for a few minutes then hands me back the phone. “He wants his wife.”

  I stand and leave the table. God willing, Mandi can run interference between him and my newly mute sisters. “Was that jealousy I heard in your voice?” I take a seat in the small lobby of the inn.

  “Damn right it was. I know all the women think Price is gorgeous, and now he gets to be there with you.”

  “I never watched his show, if that makes you feel better.”

  He chuckles. “God, this is pure torture.”

  “It’s not too much longer.”

  “I know, but it’s not ending soon enough. I wish you could come down this weekend.”

  “I can’t. Remember we broke up?”

  He laughs. “Don’t keep telling yourself that. Otherwise, you’ll start to believe it.”

  “Never,” I say.

  He blows out a long breath. The man has done everything he can to make sure I know he’s thinking of me all the time and I need to start repaying him.

  “You sound frustrated.” I say.

  “Hell yeah. You know that right before the fight, I’m going to fuck you every which way I can think of.”

  “Are you sure you shouldn’t wait until after the fight?”

  “Not an option.” There’s finality in his tone.

  I debate for a moment, then tell Logan to hold on for a minute. I sneak into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Tearing off my shirt, I unhook my bra and snap a selfie, then I send it to Logan.

  “Crap, hold on, someone texted me… fuck… you’re so damn sexy.” He comes back on the line and I hear some wrestling like he’s situated himself. “Don’t mind me beating off to you right now. Wanna talk dirty to me?”

  “Tell me what you’re doing with your hand,” I say, putting my bra and T-shirt back on. I don’t have the freedom, in a public bathroom, to do what he is.

  “I’m fisting myself right now, pumping slowly and staring at your delicious tits that I’m going to be motorboating next time I see you.”

  “I look forward to it.” No man has ever made me feel more wanton than Logan.

  “Shit, your skin looks so smooth and silky. I imagine my hands running around your waist and my fingers pinching your nipples, how your back arches as though you’re offering them to me. Now my mouth is on them. I’m nibbling on your nipples and your fingers are tugging on my hair because you want me to stay there.”

  I close my eyes and lean back against the stall door, imagining the scene unfolding. “I take you into my palm, squeezing your hard cock and pumping you up and down. My thumb runs your precum around the tip and then I fall to my knees. You groan and turn my head so I’m looking at you while I open my mouth and push you inside. I swirl my tongue over your tip, and you buck into my mouth.”

  “Fuck, Nikki, don’t stop,” he says like he’s on the edge.

  “I bring you all the way to the back of my throat and you reach down, grabbing a hold of my tits, pushing them tog
ether, and pinching my nipples. God, it feels good, and soon I take my hands off you, putting them on your ass to drive you in and out of my hot, wet mouth. Oh fuck, Log.” I pant, my hand diving into my pants and sliding under my panties.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re gonna black out.”

  I close my eyes tighter, and my body goes rigid, waiting for the release.

  “My dick slides between your folds and damn, you’re soaked from wanting me.”

  “I’m so wet,” I say.

  “Hmm… next time send a picture of that.” He doesn’t pause for long. “My dick slides into you and you sigh from the satisfaction.”

  “Faster,” I say.

  “I’m going faster. I shift onto my back and you take control, straddling me, and position the tip of my cock at your entrance. Then you’re riding me and I’m grabbing your tits. You’re screaming, I’m shouting, skin is smacking.”

  “Don’t stop,” I tell him.

  “I’m driving in and out so hard, then I put my finger on your clit and I run circles around it. Come on, baby, come for me,” he says, and I do.

  “Nikki, you in here?” someone calls out.

  My phone falls out of my hand—right into the toilet.

  Damn it. I hope he finished before I dropped the phone. Fingers crossed that Mandi has some rice in her kitchen I can throw my phone in, otherwise I’ll have to make a run into Greywall tomorrow to get a new one.

  I pull my phone out of the toilet and leave the stall to find Ethel standing there with her hands on her hips. “Your cheeks are flushed, dear, are you feeling okay?”

  I nod, washing my hands. “I’m great. Just overwhelmed.”

  Hopefully it’s been so long that Ethel forgets what a postorgasmic glow looks like.

  Chapter Thirty

  “You’re something else.”

  Logan

  It’s been two weeks since I saw Nikki face to face, and Craig says I’m becoming a real asshat. Nikki and I have tried it all. Phone sex, video sex, dirty texts, but none of it is as satisfying as when I have her in my arms and on my dick. With one week to go, I couldn’t be happier that I’ll be able to see her soon.

  Since tonight I have a promo event, the night will probably suck more than usual. Lately, I’ve resorted to going to bed early just to pass the time.

  Vince calls me from downstairs, so I exit the suite and take the elevator through the back entrance to hop into the black SUV. He’s on the phone and his leg is bouncing a mile a minute. Great. Something has him riled up.

  Once he’s off the phone, I ask, “What’s up?”

  “Nothing. It’s just people are asking what you’re going to do. Since you haven’t told me, I’m unsure how to answer.”

  I narrow my eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “About your possible retirement. They want to know before the fight so they can really push it.”

  “Who?”

  “The casino, the organizers, your sponsors.”

  “I told you I won’t go out without being the champion. There’s no way I’m announcing it beforehand.” I stare out the window as we drive down the Strip. Lately, I’ve felt as though Vince wants me to retire, but I don’t understand why. He has no one to fill my shoes and the man doesn’t understand the concept of saving money.

  “Relax, I told them you have no plans of leaving the sport.”

  “Good.”

  We continue the ride in silence. I don’t think I’m imagining that I used to feel as though Vince was a friend and had my best interests at heart, that he was my protector. But something about him isn’t sitting well in my gut ever since Nikki entered my life. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but it keeps creeping back up. The coincidence of him showing up in Alaska, then the press a day later. His angry outburst at me for staying married to her. If he really cared for me, he’d be happy I found happiness with her, right?

  I shake my head, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole right now. I want to focus on tonight. Other fighters will be there, so at least I can socialize with them.

  When the SUV pulls up to the red carpet event my sponsor is hosting, I wait for the driver to open my door before I walk up to the roped area, signing autographs and taking pictures. Vince is nowhere in sight by the time I reach the lobby.

  “Log!” a woman calling my name makes me turn around and I see Melanie.

  I inwardly groan. The woman doesn’t have a clue. “Hey, Mel.”

  She’s dressed in a short red sequin dress that hides none of her body. She sticks out her tits when I acknowledge her, though I’m not checking her out. Actually, all I was thinking about was what Nikki would wear at a thing like this. I know my woman would choose something sexy and classy at the same time.

  Melanie leans forward and presses her tits up against my chest, her lips reaching my cheek. I step back.

  “I heard you’re single now?”

  “Don’t believe everything you read.” I hold up my left hand. “I’m very much a happily married man.”

  “Logan,” someone says, and I look over to see a flash. After I blink and recover, I see Melanie’s pressed next to me, smiling.

  I shake my head. “Stop.”

  “What? They wanted a picture for old times’ sake.”

  “Are you playing some sort of game?”

  Melanie and I didn’t work out because she was with me for the money. At first maybe it was me, but soon she was asking to go on shopping trips, leaving hints of expensive stuff she wanted, and making it known she was ready to give up her job and travel with me. I was all for the travel, but I want a woman with goals and dreams.

  In order for a relationship to go the distance, I think both parties need their own passions. Which is why as much as these weeks without Nikki have sucked, I think they’re good for us.

  “No game. I just miss you. And since your wife can’t be bothered to come to this, I thought you might want some company.”

  I remove Melanie’s hand from my arm. “She’s working. That’s why she’s not here. Excuse me.”

  “You’re going to grow tired of small-town life. I’m sure her idea of crazy sex is having the lights on.”

  I stuff my hands in my pockets before I flip her off, and I walk away, fully aware that I’ll have to explain that picture before Nikki sees it.

  The next morning, I call Nikki and she answers on the first ring. “Hey you,” she says with a smile in her voice.

  “I wanted to let you know, Vince talked to your dad and the tickets are set.”

  “Oh, thank you so much for handling that for me. I was just having a great dream about us.”

  “I wish I had time for you to tell me about it, but I have a press event I have to get ready for.”

  She groans. “I have no idea how you handle all this press stuff and answering the same questions over and over again. Wish I could help you though. You sound stressed.”

  “You’ll be here early afternoon tomorrow, so just make sure you’re ready to be ravished.” I laugh, and she does too.

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Me either.”

  I tap the pen against the paper on the nightstand and take a deep breath to try to calm my racing nerves. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, something you might see online from last night.”

  She’s silent and my stomach sours that I’m about to ruin her day.

  After what feels like a lifetime, she asks, “What?”

  “Melanie ambushed me at the party, and someone took our picture.”

  “Oh.”

  “Please just hear me out. It was all of a sudden. She came to say hello, and I was just dismissing her when she pressed herself against me and someone took a picture.”

  “Logan,” she says.

  “I mean, she just got in close to make it appear like we were a couple.”

  “Logan.”

  “I told her to get off me. That I was a happily married man.”

  She lau
ghs. “Logan.”

  “What?”

  “It’s okay. I understand. You’re going to have your picture taken with a lot of people.”

  “But she’s my ex,” I say.

  “I know. It’s okay. I trust you.”

  I want to ask her to repeat that last sentence. “Really?”

  She chuckles. “Jeez, I know I’m sensitive, but a picture isn’t going to set me off.”

  I nod, although she can’t see me. “Oh, great.”

  “You really do need sex. You’re so high strung.”

  “Remember that when you arrive tomorrow. I’ll call you tonight before I go to bed.”

  “Hey, Logan?” she says before I have a chance to hang up.

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you for telling me. I appreciate that you didn’t keep me in the dark until after I saw it.”

  I blow out a breath. “I want this to work. I’ll always be upfront with you.”

  “You’re something else.”

  “Nah, I’m just your husband.”

  She’s quiet for a moment. “See you tomorrow.”

  “I’m counting the hours.”

  We both hang up and I sit there for a moment, rehashing the conversation. Maybe distance is what we needed to really find that trust between us. I’ll be honest, I’m surprised at how cool Nikki played it when I told her. Surprised, but happy.

  A knock on my door says it’s time to go, so I rise up off the bed and head out to do my job, feeling more optimistic than I ever have about our future.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  “Consider it done.”

  Logan

  I’m in the elevator, waiting impatiently for the car to reach my floor so I can grab my phone from my room. I’m supposed to be having a massage right now, but once I reached the spa, I realized I forgot my phone. Nikki’s supposed to be here already, but there was some issue with the plane. I don’t want to be out of touch if she needs me. I wish the damn elevator would hurry up. I’m gonna be late for this appointment.

  The elevator dings and the doors open on my floor. To my shock, I find my wife standing there.