Couples immediately looked at each other, there was a mumbling then a few voices from the line called out, “Sure buddy, we’ll take it!”
“Go ahead!”
“I’m game!’
I stood in disbelief as I watched Tristan hand out what had to have been over a thousand dollars, and realized once again, what money could do. Money and his English charm that is. Next thing I knew, we were at the front of the line signing the marriage license with people behind us chatting about Tristan and how cool he was to do that. If they only knew. He kissed me after we signed the papers and everybody cheered us on as we left the courthouse and headed outside.
Tristan whispered something to the driver, we got back into the limo and headed back toward the Strip. With the privacy screen still closed, my brand new husband nuzzled my neck, nipped my ear and whispered, “Ummh...can I finish now?”
I giggled, he was so sexy, how could I say no? I’d felt naked while we were getting the license and I think he knew it because his little display in the courthouse had only made things worse. Each time he handed out money to move us further up in line, my body clenched with need for him. The people in line thought he was great. I thought I’d melt into a puddle right there. It was a little kinky to be honest, especially with how many times I’d told him that money wasn’t everything. Just watching him talk so naturally to strangers the way he did had my heart fluttering and my knees buckling.
When he finally returned to my side, I clutched his arm tightly. My body was thrumming with unresolved need. He looked down at me with a knowing smirk, as if he could sense how much his little display had lit my fire. With a truly evil grin, he turned around until he stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. One hand curled against my stomach while the other slid down until it rested just over my heated mound. My eyes widened and I glanced around to see if anyone was watching.
“Shhh, baby. No one can see a thing,” Tristan whispered into my ear. Any other time, the feeling of his heated breath curling around my ear would’ve made me groan out loud, but this time, I bit my lip and kept as quiet as I could. The feeling of his rock hard cock pressing against the swell of my ass was almost my undoing. Without panties, it felt as if he could slide right inside me and I pressed back against him.
I was shocked when that warmth suddenly pulled away and I pouted like a baby. “You tease,” I whispered quietly, trying not to sound too disappointed. He moved over to stand beside me, but I knew by his chuckle that I hadn’t been very convincing.
“Soon my love,” he whispered as we stepped forward. The rest of our short wait seemed to last forever, but thankfully, cash and British charm had moved us up far enough that we were done and back in the limo before I could get properly frustrated and Tristan made good on his promise of soon.
His hand slipped under my skirt while he wrapped his hand around my curls and pulled my head back. His teeth grazed my neck in a playful nip. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good.” His fingers found my pussy and he gently rubbed my slit up and down, landing with a soft caress on my clit. “Tris?”
“Yeah?” he replied. His breath cooling the dampness on my neck.
“Remember when we first met and we Skyped, I called her a clitty and you thought I was saying kitty?”
“Mmm—hmm, I do.” His hand moved in circles and he caressed my swollen lips.
“Tris?”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“A little faster please, you’re gonna make me—Oh God! Fuck! Oh God...Tristan!” My body clenched and I moaned with need. I couldn’t control my hips as they rose up to take in the thickness of his wicked fingers. My skin was hot and pulled taut, my hands curving into claws as my orgasm raced towards me. I was on the cliff and only needed one little push to send me over the edge.
“Cum for me…cum, you naughty girl. Yesssss…”
It was like a switch had been thrown hearing him say that. My eyes slammed shut as I hurled over the edge and found my pleasure. I could feel his teeth still nibbling at my neck and I turned my head until I could meet his lips with my own. Our tongues danced together and I reveled in the feeling of his fingers still thrusting inside my pulsing pussy. The squelching sound of them moving back and forth between my sopping lips was embarrassingly delightful and I brought one hand down to circle his wrist and hold it in place.
“Bloody hell, baby. You always look so good when you cum. Always make me so hard just watching you.” Tristan breathed out between kisses, his hand slowing until it simply rested against me. My own breathing was still coming out in pants and my body twitched with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Looking him in the eye, I pulled his wrist gasping, as I could feel every inch of his fingers slip from my sensitive channel. Without taking my eyes off his, I brought his glistening fingers to my lips, drew one finger into my mouth and loved the way his eyes glowed with want.
“You are a bloody menace, Gin,” he growled, hips shifting against me. His hardness slid against my thigh and my eyelids fluttered at its heat. “Yeah? You like sucking on things, don’t you baby? You always want a part of me inside you… my fingers, my tongue, my cock, don’t you, dirty girl?”
I slid his fingers out of my mouth with a moan. “Yes, Tris.” I swapped positions with him, ignoring the tacky pull of my slickened thighs until I was crouched between his open legs. I could see his cock, hard and straining against the fabric of his jeans and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
He tangled his fingers in my hair while the other moved to the zipper on his pants. I helped him, sliding the zipper down and reaching inside to palm his cock.
“That’s it, baby, pull it out. It’s all for you,” he groaned. I breathed in the musky smell of him rubbing the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. He was already wet, leaking precum and my tongue came out to sample his salty flavor. “Come on, baby. Suck it.” Without any other encouragement, I opened wide and took him into my eager mouth.
The heavy weight of his cock on my tongue was thrilling and I sighed as his slickness coated the inside of my mouth. I could hear him groaning and praising my sucking skills above me, but I was only concerned with getting more of his flavor on my tongue. I pulled back in order to swirl it around his sensitive head. I brought one hand up to grip the base of his cock before plunging my mouth back down on him.
I was barely aware of how long we’d been driving, time lost all meaning while I enjoyed the taste of Tristan and the heady feeling of power that came from his whimpers of pleasure. All too soon, I could feel his body tighten and both of his hands moved up my neck until they gripped the back of my hair.
“Baby, I’m going to—,”
I hummed and increased my sucking pressure in response to his warning. The explosion of his flavor on my tongue made me smile around the hardness in my mouth and I gladly swallowed every drop. I suckled gently on him even as he began to soften until the driver’s voice outside made me pull away.
I giggled when Tristan lowered the window a little bit and told the driver to “give us a minute.” He was bold, and I remembered when we met and he said ‘bold’ was his middle name. That seemed so long ago. So many miles between us. And now we were eloping to a wedding chapel in Las Vegas. What would mom and daddy think of me now? Suddenly, it all dawned on me what we were about to do and I felt so anxious.
“Tristan, I can’t do it.” I blurted out.
“Can’t do what, baby?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what, love? Getting married?” I looked into his eyes and nodded. A part of me was terrified, the other part, ecstatic. I’d just sucked this man’s dick in the back of a limo on my way to a chapel. I could handle the dick sucking, isn’t that what all people in love do? And I did love him, but for life? That was a huge decision and I wasn’t sure I was equipped to make such a life changing plan. I hadn’t even talked to Kari before we arrived in Vegas and she thinks it’s cool…but is it?
“Are you sure you love me forever and ever?” I asked hi
m and wondered why did my self-esteem issues have to rear their ugly head now?
“Ginny, honey.” He ran his hand down my cheek, his helmet head was almost flat now and I’m sure I must’ve looked a mess. “I love you. I’ll always love you. But if you—“
“Tris, I’m just scared, I mean, what if it doesn’t work out?”
“What if it does?”
“We’ve never talked about children.”
“We’ll have as many as you want.”
“Where will we live?”
“Wherever you want.” Chills went up my spine when he looked at me and his warm hands cupped my cheeks. “Ginny, understand me, just for a second. I love you. I’ll always love you. Everything else is a plus. Kids, houses, cars, all that stuff. A God-given gift for being in love with you. I just want to be with you. No matter what.”
“Oh Tristan!” I exclaimed and tears fell down my face. “Yes! I want to marry you!” I hugged him as tight as I could; thanking God my cold feet only lasted a few minutes. I’d hate to think what would happen if I ever lost this perfect man.
“I love you Ginny. Forever.”
“I love you too, Tristan. Let’s go do this.”
My heart was pounding but after our conversation, I felt a sense of calm come over me. I loved this man and he was right. Everything else, kids, a home, all of that would fall into place because we both wanted it to. As the limo pulled up to the chapel, I took a deep breath and held his hand in mine. When I stepped out of the limo, I gasped as I came face-to-face with the beginning of the rest of my life with Tristan Lee Armstrong.
The sky was full of stars, all twinkling as if lit up just for this occasion. I was surprised how clearly I could see them with the number of lights from the city. The chapel sign was also a bright beacon, welcoming us in and I felt any lingering fears fade away. Looking up at Tristan’s happy face, my lips twisted into a smile and I hugged his arm tightly.
The path to the chapel was bordered by lights that sparkled like the sky we were under. The trees were cocooned in lights as well and it made the scene even more surreal. My heart was pounding double time as we approached the entrance and I could feel my body begin to tremble. As we stepped up to the simple white door, I peeked a glance at Tristan to see if he was as anxious as I was.
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me tight into his side as he looked down at me. His eyes were twinkling like the stars and his expression was nothing but one of love. I cupped his cheek with one trembling hand and he smiled before reaching out to push open the door.
I looked around when we got inside and it was like a dream. Soft drapes covered the standing light fixtures and white flowers adorned the chairs. A few people were sitting in the back and they smiled when they saw Tristan and I come in.
He nodded to a woman sitting on a chair and she hurried off. A few seconds later, a door opened up front by the pulpit and a man walked in. “Oh my God, Tristan is that Elvis?”
“Yeah, he looks pretty good doesn’t he? I mean, for a dead guy.”
I playfully smacked his arm and smiled. “Tris, this is amazing. How did you do this so fast? I mean—”
Tears came to my eyes as the Elvis impersonator began crooning one of the best love songs in existence. Tristan’s hands came up and gently wiped a stray tear from my cheek before he moved to the end of the aisle and stood beside the preacher who’d just arrived. The Elvis impersonator strode towards me, still serenading me with his smooth voice and held his arm out for me to take.
“Let’s go get you married, darlin’.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Faux-Elvis is walking me down the aisle! The walk down the aisle was just as exhilarating as it was terrifying. I felt like my stomach was going to fall out with nerves and I envied Tristan’s ability to remain calm almost all the time. The smile on his face when I reached him was blinding in its happiness and I knew I was smiling back just as wide.
As Elvis kept singing his tune, I thought of how true it was. That one fateful night of our first meeting had taken me on a journey of highs and lows and multiple continents. Yet, looking at Tristan, I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. No matter how anxious I was about the ceremony, the future or the rings…the rings!
“Tristan, the rings?” I whispered as the preacher started the ceremony.
“We bring together Tristan Lee Armstrong and Virginia Lourdes Peterson…”
With all of the plans and limo-sex going on, I realized we’d forgotten to get rings. Unless Tristan had more surprises up his sleeve. Unfortunately, the surprise was on him because I could tell by the fearful look on his face that he’d just realized that too.
“Bloody hell, how could I have forgotten the rings?” he whispered out the side of his mouth.
I bit my lip as I tried to think of what to do. The preacher kept talking but I wasn’t listening. Tristan looked up with a squelch on his face, “Sir? Uhm…” The preacher stopped, “What is it, young man?”
I could tell Tristan was embarrassed. I mean, who gets married without a ring? “Sir, I’m sorry but in all the excitement of the day, I forgot to get my bride-to-be a ring.”
“Okay, we’ll leave that part out,” he replied comically. I wondered how many of these shotgun weddings he did in one day. I giggled and he continued on as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s get tattoos.” I whispered, still not listening to the preacher, I felt like a kid in church trying not to get in trouble.
Tristan winked at me and the preacher asked, “Miss Peterson, do you?”
I fidgeted and answered, “Uhm, yes sir, I do.” Then I looked over at Tristan and smiled. Everything went hazy and I realized I was married. I couldn’t even hear the rest of the ceremony, the preachers words faded into the beating of my heart.
“…by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada…”
Tristan was obviously paying attention because he hugged me and kissed my lips, so full of love and hope and desire, I couldn’t let go. “I love you, Mrs. Armstrong,” he whispered between breaths.
“I love you, too Mr. Armstrong.”
Faux Elvis continued to serenade us as we walked out of the chapel to the car. Tears rolled down my cheeks as we got in the back of the limo. I sat on the cool leather seat and let out a full belly laugh when I realized I was still going commando. “Ha ha! Tristan! I don’t have any fucking panties on!”
“Is that all? I thought you’d gone mad!” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I was the happiest woman in the world and I didn’t even have a ring yet.
“You’re a genius baby. We’ll get matching tattoos.” His hands come up to cup my face. “I know we’re doing this in secret, so maybe tattoos are the best way to go for now. But I promise baby, at the real wedding, I’ll buy you the biggest, best bloody diamond ring any girl could ever want.”
I could hear the sincerity in his words, how fervently he wanted to give me everything and the world. I reached up and laced his fingers with mine and nodded.
“Okay, baby, but all I really want is you.”
With the sound of Elvis, singing the words of my heart, still stuck in my head, I leaned in to meet Tristan’s lips and let the last of my worries fade into the background.
Chapter 11 — Tristan
I’d managed a couple hours of fitful sleep on the plane. No movie was distracting enough, I couldn’t concentrate on my book or magazines, so I just sat there with my eyes shut.
I hated leaving Ginny so soon after our wedding. It certainly wasn’t the start I’d planned on for our marriage but when we’d arrived from Vegas, I had three messages from my mum to call immediately, so I knew it had to be important. I called her as soon as we got into the room, and I’d never heard her so broken up. The conversation played over and over in my head, thinking, searching for any clues I could’ve missed.
“Tris, darling,” she said. “Your father’s fallen ill and has been taken to hospital. I’m not sure how—” my heart leapt as I�
��d heard my mother’s voice break.
“Mum, tell me. What’s going on?” I’d felt so bloody helpless. A feeling I loathed. “You can’t tell me anything? Is it so bad he won’t be…alive, when I get there?”
Her response scared me, “I think it’s best you come home son, as quickly as you can,” is all she’d said.
When I was on the phone, Ginny immediately saw that something was seriously wrong. She’d sat down next to me, taken my hand and quietly waited for the conversation to end.
Ginny’s an angel. She’s one in a million, really. She wasn’t upset in the least when I told her I had to go. She was just concerned about me and my family…I guess our family now.
I’d thought about asking Mike to pick me up from the airport but decided to take a cab straight to the hospital from there. Although he was practically family, I wanted to gather my thoughts and go to see my father alone.
As the cab drew closer, I phoned Mum and heard her breathe a sigh of relief when she answered. “Oh Tristan, thank goodness you’re home.”
“I’m on my way, Mum, almost there. Where in the hospital should I go? I know these places can be a maze. What ward is he in?”
“Hold on a second, I have to go into the hallway, your father’s sleeping.” I heard the rustle of her clothes against the phone, then the click of the door. “When you come in through the main doors you’ll turn to the right. It’s a long hallway, past a nurse station.”
“Okay…” Tristan replied as the cab tilted through a roundabout.
Her voice wavered slightly as she continued, trying desperately to sound cheerful. “Just follow the signs for Palliative Care, through one set of double doors, you’ll find another nurse station—”
“Wait, hold up. Mum, did you just say palliative care? As in hospice?”
“Yes, dear,” she paused, the only sound breaking the silence was a quiet sniffle. “Your father will be glad to see you.”
I tried to be strong for her and was glad she couldn’t see the tears in my eyes. “I’ll be there soon, Mum.”
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