What Happened in Vegas by Gwen Martin

Author:Gwen Martin [Martin, Gwen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Seven

Jesse

“Morning, hubby.”

Well, shit.

Jesse scrubs a palm over his face, hoping that somehow he will remember what happened twelve hours ago. An unfamiliar weight on his hand startles him into near sobriety and he squints at the simple golden band on his left ring finger.

“What the fuck?” Jesse exclaims, scrambling until he’s sitting up. “When did we—”

“They offered them at the chapel,” Luke mumbles with a shrug, turning onto his back. He squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep fortifying breath as if he’s trying to stop his own hangover from doing anything dangerous. “It was your idea.”

“What?” Jesse asks with vehemence, and regretting it instantly. His head explodes with pain, an increasing pressure like it’s being split right down the middle. The room tilts and his stomach does a very upsetting flip. “Oh God, I’m going to be sick.”

“You know where the toilet is,” Luke says in a muffled voice. He’s taken to placing a pillow over his face. “Just please do not move around too much when you get up. Or I may puke in the bed.”

It’s then that it all comes back to Jesse: the night before at the club with Sheila; how he and Luke left for a night out on the town; kissing Luke on the Strip, and how in a moment of drunken splendor they decided that they—

“Holy fuck, we’re married,” Jesse says, his eyes staring wide to the ceiling. “We got fucking married in Vegas.”

“Inside voices, please,” Luke whimpers underneath the pillow.

“This is serious,” Jesse all but screams. “Somehow between the eighteenth fucking purple drink I kept pounding back, I married my best friend and—”

He doesn’t mention what happened afterwards back at the hotel. How the velvety feel of Luke’s dick in his mouth would be a part of his masturbatory index until the day he died.

The pillow slips from Luke’s face. He’s pale, and worse for wear, but his hazel eyes fill with growing concern. “The marriage thing isn’t a problem. You forget that my father is a divorce lawyer for some of the most ridiculous celebs in LA. He will not run you out of town. He may even compliment us.” Luke shuffles with slow care until he’s lying on his side. There are pillow lines on his cheek, and his hair is an absolute wreck and Jesse wants nothing more than to reach over and kiss him stupid when Luke licks his lips.

When Luke speaks again, he’s hesitant, as though he doesn’t want to give away too much information. “Do you...remember anything else?”

It’s then that Jesse reaches out, and brushes back the auburn fringe that threatens to impede his green eyes. “Yeah,” he answers, his voice rough.

“And do you...regret any of that?”

Jesse’s thumb glides down over the slant of Luke’s nose, over the pillow line on his cheekbone. He pulls down on Luke’s bottom lip, marveling at the way Luke’s eyes flutter shut, a deep line settling between his eyebrows. He exhales a slow shaky sigh as Jesse crooks his thumb in trailing along the trail of moisture trapped inside Luke’s bottom lip.

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