“Brilliant! I hadn’t even thought about all that. We need to get married today. I’ve got to get her back home tomorrow at the latest. I know it’s getting late, but that would be fabulous.”
“Oh, today? That might be difficult.” She tapped a pen on the counter in thought. I thought for a moment, maybe Elvis wasn’t on the cards. Although it would have been fun for Ginny. “Let me see what I can do. You’re staying at the hotel, right?”
Ginny walked up behind me and I nodded to the sales clerk.
“Tristan. Don't turn around, close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and stood frozen for a few seconds, “Okay they’re closed. Just have them charge it to the room.” I heard the lady ring up Ginny’s things.
“Sir?”
“Yes? “ I answered, my eyes still closed.
“What room are you in? Mr-?”
“Armstrong, Tristan Armstrong.” Ginny poked me in my side, giggling, I wrapped my arm around her hoping I could do something special. “Room 1401.” I wanted to make this day perfect for Ginny. I’d make a few calls from the room and try to get something sorted if the girl couldn’t make it happen.
“1401 it is, and I can have these delivered in about an hour.”
“Brilliant. Can I open my eyes yet?”
Ginny laughed out loud, “Yes, honey. You can open them now.”
I opened them and looked at my bride-to-be and smiled. “You get everything you need?”
“Yes, baby. I did.” Every time she looked at me with those beautiful grey eyes, my heart skipped a beat. I turned to the sales clerk, “Thank you very much and thanks for delivering them so quickly.”
She nodded and as we walked toward the exit, I heard her whisper to the other girl, “Did you see those eyes? That hair? God, if he were my man, I’d never leave my bed.” I laughed a little and held Ginny tighter, there was no other woman in this world for me. And I knew it all too well.
Chapter 8 — Ginny
I couldn’t calm the butterflies in my stomach, no matter how I tried. It was all happening so quickly, it was like my brain couldn’t catch up. I heard, and felt, a big muffled boom that seemed to come from outside. I quickly walked to the window to see a huge plume of water falling from the sky and realized it was the fountain show. I stood at the window transfixed by the beautiful display. There had to have been hundreds of individual jets of water, some of which shot nearly eye level with our room. Big crowds stopped on the street, pressing against the long wall that ringed the Bellagio Lake. I felt like a real princess.
I smiled as I heard Tristan talking on the phone. I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying but rather the tone and inflection of his voice. I wonder if I’ll ever stop hearing that accent, I thought to myself. I hope I never do.
Moments later, Tristan returned to my side. We smiled at each other and watched the rest of the show. As the last drops of water fell to the lake, he spoke. “So, it’s all sorted. We’re getting married in…” he consulted his watch, “…two hours and ten minutes. By half-seven, you’ll officially be Ginny Armstrong.”
“I can’t believe this is all happening!” I shouted, throwing myself into his arms. I plastered him with kisses, kisses that threatened to boil over to something more. Just as I was pulling him toward the bed, the doorbell rang.
“Bloody hell, that was quick,” he muttered. “Would you mind getting that? I’m a little…inappropriate at the moment,” he said glancing at his groin. I grinned at the bulge in his pants and nodded.
“Did you order room service or something?” I asked walking to the door.
A man and a woman, both in spa uniforms greeted me at the door. “Hello, we’re the stylists you asked for. Mr. Armstrong said you two were getting married today. Congratulations! May we come in?”
Tristan’s name echoed in my ears as I stepped aside. I’ll be Mrs. Armstrong. He joined us in the hallway looking much calmer.
“Thank you for arriving so quickly. Why don’t you each take a bathroom and we’ll be in to join you shortly.”
“What have you planned?” I asked once they’d left.
“Every woman deserves a little pampering on her wedding day,” he replied taking me in his arms. “She’ll help with your hair and makeup, whatever you want. I know this is all last minute and probably not what you imagined your wedding would be like. I want to do as much as I can to make you feel special.”
I gasped. Something he said made me think of my parents. “Oh! What about my family? They don’t even know I’m here. They’re going to be so heart-broken they aren’t here to see me get married and what about your mom? Isn’t she going to be upset?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll have a proper wedding in a few months. White dress, hundreds of people, old church back in England, the whole thing. This one’s just for us.”
How did he always manage to make me feel better? I couldn’t contain my excitement. I’d never had my hair and makeup done professionally done before. “I have two hours, right?”
He grinned down at me, his eyes twinkling. “Two hours and you’re all mine.”
I ran my fingers through my knotted, flat hair and groaned. “Let’s hope it’ll be enough. No peeking until I’m ready to come out! It’s bad luck to see the bride, remember?” I flew to the bathroom where the stylist was setting up.
“I can’t wait till my dress gets here!” I moaned to Lucy, my stylist. She was busy curling my hair into dozens of beautiful tendrils.
“I’m sure everything will work out,” she soothed. “Do you know what you’re wearing?”
“We left in such a rush this morning, I didn’t have time to grab anything and we rode over here on a Harley, so there wasn’t any room, anyway.”
“Ooh, exciting. I bet that was fun. You really do have a great guy.”
“Right? Anyway, he took me to this fancy boutique and I picked out a white halter top with little black polka dots. You know, I need that halter with these girls,” I laughed grabbing my breasts. “The skirt is simple enough, black, and the petticoat is a bright red. It matches the lipstick you picked out for me.”
“Oh how rockabilly! I love it, it sounds beautiful. Now,” she said as she started pinning my hair up, “I brought a couple veils up for you to look at. You’re welcome to use any of them if you think it’d look good with your outfit.”
Lucy placed three different veils in my lap, one that was a headband and the other two meant to be pinned in place. I couldn’t believe it, but my eyes actually started to water as I held them. I had to lean back and blink away the tears, fanning my face.
“Here I go ruining all your hard work,” I said with a shaky laugh.
“Don’t worry, I do weddings all the time. Waterproof is the only thing I use.” Lucy patted me on the shoulder and started pinning my hair up double time. “So which one do you think?”
“This one, definitely.”
“That’s exactly the one I would’ve picked as well, great! Let’s get you all set.”
Thankfully, the doorbell rang again and I asked Lucy to answer it. I was frantic to get dressed in time and I’d definitely need her help pulling my top on over my hair. I checked the time and saw we had less than an hour to get down to the chapel.
“Okay, I’m as good as I’m gonna get. Can you help me?” I asked, panic rising in my voice as Lucy brought in the shopping bags.
With a little bit of wiggling and dancing around in front of a woman I’d just met, I managed to get the top on over my head without incident. She clipped the veil tight into my hair, sprayed with half a can of hairspray, and nodded.
“Check it out.”
I turned and looked in the mirror and my jaw dropped. My makeup looked magnificent, done but not too done. Bouncy curls cascaded down my shoulders, all covered by the thinnest veil. As I turned, the light caught the tiny rhinestones scattered throughout the material and I thought I might start to cry again.
“I can’t thank you enough, Lucy,” I said with a sniffle.
“It was my pleasure. I’ll go check on Jack and we’ll be out of your way. Congratulations, again.”
I couldn’t stop staring at myself. It was the first time I’d been alone, completely alone with my thoughts. It was nearly an out-of-body experience looking at myself in the mirror, a veil draped over my shoulders. The first wave of true nerves fluttered through me and I knew I had to get a selfie over to Kari before I really started to cry.
I stuck my head around the corner and could hear Lucy, Jack, and Tristan still talking in the other bathroom. I tiptoed to my bag, grabbed my phone, and went back into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, smiled and snapped.
I immediately sent the picture and within seconds, I got a text back. You’re gorgeous.
Where are you, and what the hell did you get yourself into now?
I texted back. Call me crazy but in less than an hour, I’m going to be Mrs. Tristan Armstrong. :)
In a milli- second, my phone rang. “Mrs. Armstrong!” she shouted. Kari was so loud, I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
“I’m not married yet, you dork. I think I might be getting cold feet. This is all really crazy, isn’t it? Am I being crazy?”
“Fuck yeah you’re crazy! But that’s a good thing. You two are totally meant to be together. I’m just sorry I’m not there to see it! Hey! Why am I not there? What kind of friend are you?”
“You’re the best friend I could have and I’m so sorry, but it all happened so fast and we’re going to have a real—”
“Girl, I’m just teasing. In fact, when you stopped at Baker to go pee, Tristan texted me from your phone. I knew all along. We’re buds, you know. Me and T. We go way back. And by the way, you have my blessing.”
And just like that, my nerves flew away. I just needed to hear my best friend say it to me. “Thanks... and Miss Smarty Pants, did you know we’re going to have a real wedding soon and you are gonna be my maid of honor? I think… If they do that in England.”
“Shit! We’re going to England? When? I’ve gotta pack!” Kari yelled into the phone, again.
“Relax, psycho, I’ll tell you tomorrow. Call me in sick, yeah—oh crap! I’ve gotta go, we’re just about to go downstairs to the limo. Gotta go, bye, love you.”
“I love you too…Mrs. Armstrong. Send pics!”
I could hear her giggling as I hung up.
“Sweetheart? Are you ready? We better get going,” Tristan called.
“Are you right there? Like, all dressed and everything?”
He laughed. “Yes, get your hot bum out here and marry me, dammit!”
I took a deep breath and walked around the corner. To someone watching us, we must’ve looked comical. My jaw hit the floor as I looked at him. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans, a suit jacket, but I immediately noticed his hair. He’d slicked it back ‘50’s style, almost a bouffant. Holy shit, he looked hot as hell.
Only when I stopped gawking at him did I notice his reaction to me. As I slowly walked towards him, my black heels clicking on the tile floor, his eyebrows shot up. I nearly laughed when I noticed his lips were hanging open.
I made him speechless.
Chapter 9 — Tristan
“Bloody fucking hell, baby. You’re beautiful.” My eyes traveled up and down her deliciously curvy body and I wanted her right there and then.
“And you are one hot Englishman.” She smiled at me with those beautiful eyes and her kissable lips. “I’m impressed. Totally impressed.”
“Cheers, m’lady,” I stuck out my elbow so she could wrap her arm into mine. Just feeling her next to me, looking like an angel, made my dick hard. I took a deep breath and adjusted, trying to get it to calm down.
We walked down the short hallway, got into the elevator and she took a deep breath before she pushed the button to the lobby. I hoped she wasn’t going to back out. “You all right?”
“Yes, but nervous as hell. Do you know where we’re going?”
“It’s a surprise and I’m sure the driver knows.”
“How can you surprise me? This is your first time here! What kind of surprise?” she shrugged. “I’m so nervous and now you’re gonna surprise me?”
I smiled sheepishly and looked away like a naughty child, “I might have made a few phone calls while you were getting ready.”
“You did?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh you tease! Where are we going?”
“To get married, my love.” I smiled and held the elevator doors open for her. She stepped out in front of me and I slid both hands across her bum, holding her hips. “Mmm...I can’t wait until this is all mine.
“Honey!” she whispered loudly and grabbed my arm, laughing that little teasing laugh that makes me fall in love with her every day. “Stop! People are watching.”
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Wait till I get you back up stairs and fuck you proper on the balcony and we’ll see who’s watching.” I licked the outside of her ear and it made her squirm. “After the ceremony, I will fuck my wife proper dirty and downright filthy.”
“Mmm….you’re so fucking hot baby. Say that again.”
“What? Filthy?” I teased.
“Proper. You say it so sexy. Like James Bond in that movie. Prohpuh.”
“Prohpuh, Miss Moneypenny?” I cocked and wiggled one eyebrow and attempted my best Daniel Craig accent. We both laughed and I took her hand in mine as we walked across the lobby and through the revolving door at the front of the hotel. The chauffeur was waiting with the door open as I slid my arm around her waist, dipped down behind her knees and lifted her into the waiting limo. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a laugh and a yell.
“Stop! I’m too heavy! Tristan!” but I had her in the car by then.
I slid in next to her, laughing and teasing her. “Stop. Stop! I’m scared,” I mocked and she playfully smacked my arm.
“Silly goose, I’m too heavy for that. I can’t believe you just did that. I’m surprised you can even lift me.”
“I’d carry you anywhere… and angel, you're not heavy. You’re positively lovely.”
The driver closed our door, got into the driver’s seat, and pulled out onto the Strip.
“This is it, Tristan. After all we’ve been through, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I know, we must be mad.” I grabbed her hand and with my heart beating out of my chest, I looked deep into her eyes and said, “I love you, Miss Virginia Peterson. I love you now and I’ll love you forever.”
She wiped a tear from her cheek, “Oh Tristan, you’re so romantic and I love you too. Now and forever.”
I slid off the seat and onto my knees in front of her, wiggling myself between her legs. I slid my hand between her thighs and before she could even protest, I had my fingertips touching the silkiness of her knickers. “Tristan, the driver—”
“Will keep watching where he’s going and pay no attention to us.” I reached my other hand to the console, pushed a button and the privacy screen went up. Her knickers were soaked and I just wanted to bury my face between her thighs. I wanted so bad to taste her sweetness.
I spread her legs apart, teasing her lips with my thumb under the silky material. Ginny choked out a small protest. “Tristan, no, what about your hair and— Ohhh God, baby, that feels amazing.”
She lay back on the seat and I slid her knickers down her milky thighs. I kissed and nipped at her flesh as I pulled them off her legs and tossed them aside. “You won’t need these.” My face went to her sweet pussy and I inhaled her womanly scent. “Mmmmm… baby, I'm so hungry for you.” My fingers spread her wet, swollen lips open and my tongue found her clit. I licked her with the flat of my tongue and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and she moaned.
“Tristan!” She hissed. I peeked up at her and her eyes were huge. “Tristan, we’ve stopped, where are we?” She quickly covered herself and just as I was getting up off the floor to figure out why the driver had
stopped, he opened the door.
“Bloody hell, are we here already?” I asked him.
“Yes sir, we are at the courthouse.”
I quickly wiped my face with my hand. Ginny had her hand over her mouth, giggling like a little girl. I glanced at her, raised a brow and whispered, “I’ll finish you later, love.”
“What about my panties?” she whispered back.
“Don’t wear any.”
Chapter 10 — Ginny
There were about fifteen people in line ahead of us and I could tell Tristan was getting frustrated. “Honey, relax. These people want to get married, too.” I touched his arm, he looked down at me and a lock of hair from his Elvis-style hairdo fell onto his face.
He pushed it back with his hand and shrugged. “I don't know how he did it.”
“How who did what?”
“Elvis and his hair. I feel like I’ve still got a helmet on my head,” he laughed. “Stay here a minute.”
“Where are you going, helmet head?” I teased. I couldn’t believe he was going to leave me right in the middle of Downtown Las Vegas. Commando. “Don’t leave me here alone.”
Just then, he stepped a few feet out from the line of people and clapped his hands above his head to get people’s attention. People stopped talking and turned to see what the fuss was all about. “Hello everyone,” he said in that dreamy accent. My cheeks flushed and I wondered what the hell he was doing. “I know you’re all is here today to get a marriage license and congratulations to you all.”
I wanted to crawl up into a ball and hide. One part of me was proud to be with him and the other part was afraid of what his cheesy side would do. “My bird and I have an appointment at half past ten to walk down the aisle and be bound in blessed holy matrimony.” He looked at his watch, “That’s less than forty minutes from now so if any of you fine people are willing to give up your space in line, I’ll pay you a hundred American dollars, cash. Any takers?”
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