Slingshot by K.L. Savage

Is it possible for my hand to feel heavier? I feel like I could sink to the bottom of the ocean wearing this thing. I can’t believe he picked this out.

“Are you ready?”

I startle and finally look up from my finger and notice we’re in a small chapel. There are two rows of pews, red carpet, and a cross hanging in the background.

When did we get here?

Noah has a knowing smirk on his face as he takes both of my hands. “I told you I was going to marry you tonight. I walked us here, but you were a little busy looking at your ring.”

“It’s so pretty though.”

“It’s time to focus, Good Girl,” he lowers his voice to a tone that has my knees trembling to sink to the floor.

I bow my head. “Yes, Sir.”

The Minister clears his throat and begins marrying us. I can’t even hear him. I’m too lost looking at Noah.

“I taco swear,” he says, and it makes me smile because I know it’s the most honest vow I’ll ever get from him. It’s the biggest swear of all.

“You have to say ‘I do’ Mr. Connors,” the Minster says.

“I do.”

“Yeah, I do too,” I hurry.

“Um,” the minster rushes to the end of his speech. “Okay. I now pronounce you man and wife. You may—”

It’s too late. Noah smashes his lips against mine before the Minister can finish his sentence. He dips me over his knee, and I moan into his mouth.

“You’re still in the house of God,” the minister says to us in a low hush.

“And if we have sex right under this cross, it won’t be frowned upon because we’re married,” Noah states as he pulls away from me.

I’m flustered. Turned on. Confused. Happy.

Did all of this really happen? I blink and rub my eyes. Maybe I’m asleep, and this is all some sort of dream. It all happened so fast. I don’t even think I got a good look at the chapel.

“Thanks, Preacher man.” Noah hands him a few big bills and then lifts me into his arms again, carrying me out of the chapel.

Holy tacos,I’m married.

I’m a wife.

And I couldn’t be happier.

“You want to shop around some more, wife?” he asks, carrying me past the stores.

People turn their heads as he carries me, but I don’t care. I’m happy right where I am. I shake my head and lay my hand on his chest. “Let’s go up to the room. Don’t we have to consummate our marriage?”

“Oh, we’re going to consummate all night, Good Girl. All fucking night. Tomorrow, you’re going to feel me and what I’ve done to you.”

His words have me clenching my thighs together.

“But first, we’re going to buy fresh clothes, and I need to have a few things delivered—”

“—Can’t we do it from the room? I’d love some food and a bath. Maybe later we can hit the casino floor?”

“Why? We have all the money we could ever want.”

We.

I like that he said that, but money doesn’t mean a thing to me. I only need Slingshot. If we had to live in the taco truck for the rest of our lives, I’d be happy.

“If my wife wants to go to the room, we’ll go—” his eyes round, and he stops in the middle of the hall. “Fuck. It’s your uncle.”

“Zio? It’s Giovanni?” What the hell is he doing here?

Noah takes a sharp right into the store that carries nothing but purses, so it’s kind of impossible to hide. We head to the back of the store and give the entrance our backs.

“How can I help you two tonight?” the salesman’s eyes fall to my rings and dollar signs strobe in his eyes.

“You want a new purse? Pick one, Good Girl,” he says just as the deep Italian baritone of my Zio fills the store.

“I have an order for pick up. Giovanni Moretti.”

I look up at Noah, who I expect to be nervous, but his jaw is tense. He curls his fingers tighter around me, and I know he wishes he could say something. He seems like he’s about to.

I don’t blame him for being impatient, but if anyone has to know first, it is my Papa.

“Ah, carrying your new bride?” Zio asks, coming closer.

I nestle my face into his chest to hide. My heart is pounding like a wrecking ball against my chest.

“Oh, the days of being young and in love,” Zio sighs wistfully. “You know, my niece is in love, terribly so.”

“Is she?” Noah finally speaks up, and the vibrato of his voice buzzes my cheek.

“Yes. Madly. I hate seeing her cry. She deserves happiness. I know the young man. He is good for her. Right now, she’s out with her friends, but I remember being young. She’s with him. It’s a shame her Papa doesn’t support it. He will lose her. It’s sad. But that’s enough from me. Congratulations. I hope you have a long life together.”

“Your order, Mr. Moretti,” the salesman interrupts, and I’m finally able to take a breath.

“Excellent. Have a good day.” Zio’s expensive shoes tap on the marble floor as he exits the store.

“Christ,” Noah lets out a breath, then begins laughing. “What a relief. I’m so glad fucking someone is on our side. We should catch up to him and tell him.”

“No, he will tell Papa, and Papa needs to hear it from us.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Okay, whatever you want.”

“I want that purse.” I’ve been eying it since we got here. It’s a gorgeous purple with a black crystal clasp and a black shoulder strap to match.

“Noah Connors. Staying in the penthouse suite. Just put it on the room and have the purse delivered.”

“Of course, Mr. Connors,” the salesmen bows.

“I really could point at anything, and you’d get it for me, wouldn’t you?” I question him.

“Yes. And if it’s something I can’t get, I’ll ways find a way to get it.”

We leave the store and head to the left, and the sleek, gold elevators come to view. A whiff of lilies potted along the walls has me inhaling. I love the fresh floral smell. If I had my way, the house would always smell like this. It’s fresh, clean, and beautiful all at the same time.

He doesn’t set me down, not yet. He somehow holds onto me with one hand and presses the button for the elevator. It dings. And it’s like the beginning sound to a race. It’s no more fun and games. One hand keeps my dress tucked safely under my butt since I’m not wearing panties and he doesn’t want anyone to see me, but his fingers begin to inch their way around my inner thigh.

The mood has officially shifted, and I’m in the crosshairs of his desire.

There’s no other place I’d rather be.

The doors slide open, and two men get off dressed casually in jeans a t-shirt, and they turn right to leave the Bellagio and venture off into the Vegas night.

Which leaves Noah and me all alone in the elevator.

And I don’t know what it is about elevators, but they have a particular sex factor. I’m not sure how else to explain it. The ambiance is forbidden. The space is small, intimate, and somehow very personal. He sets me down and pulls out the keycard, placing it on the scanner, then presses the PH for the penthouse.

The doors close and we both lean against the silver rail lining the back wall.

We fill the space with the same air.

I breathe in as he breathes out.

My fingers curl under the hem of my dress, and I bite my lip.

The stiff peaks of my nipples tent the thin fabric of my dress and the heat between my legs becomes unbearable as my clit pulses. I part my legs to seek relief.

Noah squeezes the rail until his knuckles are white and my eye catches the beautiful glint of the rose gold ring he’s wearing. A ring that binds him to me.

And that only makes me needier for him.

His chest heaves. A sound caught between a snarl and rumble tenses his throat. The veins in his arms show as he restrains himself and he looks up to see what floor we’re on.

We have a while.

“Fuck this.” He slams me against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist, our lips igniting the fire between us in a wild blaze.

My dress parts, giving me access and he does something I never would have suspected.

He unzips his pants and pulls himself out. The long thick steel presses against my leg. I’m confused about what he wants, but he doesn’t break the kiss to tell me.

Noah shows me instead.

He thrusts himself inside me in one powerful stroke, swallowing my moans of pleasure.

“Noah.” His name repeats back to me in the small enclosure. “Noah!” I tighten my legs around him and glance up at the numbers climbing above the doors.

We’re almost there.

“I am not leaving this pussy for the rest of the night.”

“Yes,” I hiss, clawing at his back.

My head bangs against the glass behind me and Noah’s grunts get louder. Just when I think he’s about to fill me, he slides out of me, leaving me empty. I’m balancing on the rail, my entire body is a quivering mess, and I’m locked onto his cock. I can’t stop staring at it.

The vein pulses, filling the blunt head with so much blood the tip turns a rageful purple. The flesh shines from me, and as he tucks himself back into his pants, he doesn’t zip.

So I’m teased with the wide base showing through the opened zipper. The elevator dings and the doors slide open, revealing a luxurious hallway with the same marble floors downstairs. Noah swings me into his embrace again and walks down the hall toward the only door on this level.

The walls are decorated with expensive paintings, and there are more lilies right above the baseboards along the floor.

“I can walk you know,” I say to him.

“I know, but I have to carry you over the threshold before I fuck you into unconsciousness.”

His crass words steal my ability to speak.

“Swipe the key over the scanner.” He hands me the key, and I do as he says without question. The light turns green, and the door clicks as he pushes down the handle.

I’ve been inside plenty of penthouses, but this one is different. The floors are onyx, shined to the point they look like inky pools about to swallow us whole. There are floor-to-ceiling walls that show the picturesque masterpiece of Vegas.

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but I haven’t seen it with Noah. There’s a spiral staircase that leads to the loft, and there’s a kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances for gourmet meals.

Can we stay here forever?

I love our little getaway, but I know that’s all it is. Reality will crash down on us soon enough, so I’m going to reap the benefits of being alone with Noah as long as I can.

He climbs the steps, and his boots have the metal of the staircase shaking. The closer we get to the bedroom, the more I feel like everything is about to change.

This time is different.

Sure, we’re married, but there is something more to this moment. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can’t wait to find out.

When we get to the top, a King-size bed sits in the middle of the room, and another window to the right shows the starry night of Vegas.

It’s the bags on the bed that catch my attention the most. There is more than the purse. When did he have time to order anything? I’m running through tonight’s events, and there isn’t a moment I can remember where he had his phone in his hand.

He sets me down, and he lifts my dress over my head before I can blink. He tosses the dress on the floor and points to the bathroom. “You know the drill, Good Girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” I hurry into the bathroom and flip on the light.

It’s for the riches, that’s for sure. The soaking tub sits to the right and left is a walk-in shower with more showerheads than a spa. There’s no door either, so I step inside, and I notice the floor is warm.

Heated. Tile.

Now, that is a new one for me. I can’t believe I’ve never experienced it.

I flip the shower on to hot and boisterous clouds of steam fill the space. I kneel on the ground, bow my head, and lay my hands on my thighs. I stare at my ring and feel complete for the first time in my life. I have a husband who knows what I need without me having to say and loves me. I’m not nervous when I hear him enter the shower.

I’m relieved because I know he is going to take care of me.

“Such a good girl ready for me.” He bends down and kisses my shoulder.

Making him happy pleases me. It’s all I want to do.

“Don’t think this gets you off the hook for what happened earlier tonight.” I hear the squirt of the shampoo bottle.

“No, Sir.”

He begins washing my hair, massaging my scalp, and my eyes hood as I start to relax.

This.

Him.

It’s everything I’ve been missing and more.