And my body very much appreciates the view, and of course, my cock wakes up and wants to come out to play.
I slide my hands to her hips, gripping with my fingers. “So…we have a little time before we have to be at the chapel. I was thinking that maybe we could use that time efficiently.”
She stops wiping my lips and lifts a brow. “And which efficient way were you thinking?”
“A bend-you-over-that-desk-hike-up-your-dress-and-fuck-you efficient way.” I waggle my brows as I press my erection against her.
She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head at me. Then, she screws the tissue up in her hand and tosses it in the direction of the bin, hitting it.
Score. My girl has got skills.
“Uh-uh. Not happening. I look damn good, and you’re not messing me up.”
“I’m hard because you look so good. I won’t mess you up, babe. I promise. I’ll be in and out. Real quick. No mess.”
“Wow.” She laughs. “You’re really selling this to me. But it’s still a no. We’re not having sex until you’ve made an honest woman of me.” She slips out of my arms and gets her clutch from the desk.
I follow behind and press my chest to her back, slipping my arms around her waist. I drag my lips over the skin on her neck, and she shivers.
“I’ll take you to that chapel and make an honest woman of you, all right,” I whisper in her ear. “Then, we’re coming straight back here, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night making a dirty woman of you. I’m fucking you until neither of us can walk.”
She glances back at me. I can see the desire igniting her eyes. “I’m holding you to that.”
“Do. Because it’s a promise, as serious as the one I’m about to make to you in that chapel.” I give a hard kiss to her lips and then slip my hand into hers. I grab our room key and my wallet from the desk and pocket them.
“You got everything you need?” I ask her.
She stares up at me for a long moment. The look in her eyes makes my chest tighten and my heart race.
“Yeah”—she smiles—“I got everything I need.”
Pure happiness, only the kind she can provide, spreads its warmth through me. “Me, too, babe.” I squeeze her hand. “Me, too.”
I push the door to the chapel open and stand aside, letting Evie through first.
Hand in hand, we walk up to the unattended reception desk. I press the bell on the desk, and “White Wedding” by Billy Idol starts to play loudly.
That’s…different.
I glance to Evie and then roll my eyes to the ceiling. She giggles softly.
Out of all the wedding songs there is, Idol’s seems to be a weird song choice to play at a chapel, considering Billy Idol’s talking about his little sister’s shotgun wedding—unless they fully promote shotgun weddings here.
I glance around, taking the place in a little more. When we came here earlier, I was still high on the excitement that Evie had agreed to marry me. It was the first chapel we’d seen, and we booked with them.
I didn’t really bother to take a good look around. Maybe I should have.
This place is…well, it looks like an actual rock band resides here. There are guitars hanging on the walls. Some appear to be signed. And there are pictures of famous rock bands.
Don’t get me wrong. There are wedding-themed things here, lots of it in fact, but it all looks…kind of heavy-metal themed.
Okay.
I probably should have paid more attention earlier or maybe even properly registered the name of the chapel—The Love Rocks Hard Wedding Chapel.
Massive clue there, Gunner.
But I just thought it meant, you know, love rocks hard because it does. Well, with Evie, it does anyway.
“So, this place is a little…different,” I whisper to Evie.
She looks up at me, unfazed. “Hmm…you didn’t get that when we came here earlier?”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t really paying attention.”