Beth sighed, the dazed look in her eyes obliterating the inquisitive look he normally saw there. “I just want a bed.”
The cab driver laughed. “Mazel tov.”
He flung the car door shut and tugged Beth into the chapel. The sight that greeted them stopped them in their tracks. Standing side by side, holding hands, they gaped at the shrine they'd entered.
Inside, the lobby was a temple to the king. Huge glossy photos featuring everything from young Elvis wearing a black leather jacket with his hair slicked back to fat Elvis in his white jumpsuit plastered the gold walls. There was just one glaring error in the photographic shrine to the hunka-hunka burning love. The Elvis smiling out from each of the poster-sized pictures couldn't have been more than four feet tall.
“That would explain the ‘little’ in the Little Elvis Chapel,” Hank muttered.
Beth's hand cupped his cock through his pants. “Doesn't feel small.” She nipped at his earlobe. “Mmmm, I've been thinking ’bout what it would be like since that summer. You won't stop this time, right?”
That night was never far from his thoughts. He'd done the right thing and still regretted it to this day.
Light streamed in the windows as a car slammed to a stop in front of the chapel. Looks like it hadn't been only in his head.
Checking the area for exits, he saw only one door. The chapel. He strode over, Beth following along, and pressed his ear to the thin hollow wood.
Hearing muffled laughter, Hank cracked the door open and peeked in. Little Elvis stood at the velvet altar in a spangled jumpsuit officiating the nuptials of a couple, each of whom carried a beer bottle. The exit sign flickered behind Elvis. A way out.
Glancing out the window behind him, he spied two men getting out of a late-model sedan and looking around. No time to wait.
“Come on, we have to go into the wedding chapel.” He opened the door wider and pulled her inside.
“Oh, I thought you'd never ask. Did you ask? I don't remember you getting down on one knee.” Six feet tall in heels, Beth almost looked him straight in the eye.
“Come on, we've got to get out that door behind Elvis.”
The diminutive minister sent a dirty look their way as they snuck up the side of the aisle, but continued with the ceremony.
The bride and groom had eyes only for each other.
He and Beth were a few steps away from the exit when the real Elvis' voice blared through hidden speakers.
“I can't help falling in love with you…”
Little Elvis lowered the music's volume with a remote. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Beth stopped moving and jerked Hank to a stop. Stretching, she wound her arms around his neck.
Before he even processed what was about to happen, her lips were on his and his body overruled his better judgment. As soon as her soft, full lips grazed his, Hank forgot who he was. Forgot where he was. Forgot the people who were chasing them. Forgot why Beth was off limits.
Lightning bolts shot through his body when her tongue snuck between his lips and tangled with his. Everything from the neck down turned into heavy, molten want. Her body pressed into him, the thin material of her blue dress taunting him and emphasizing his inability to touch her smooth skin.
Too soon Beth pulled away, grinning vacantly as only the drunk can do. “Let's go have a honeymoon.” She led the way out the exit.
Stunned and iron hard, Hank followed her into the grungy hallway, thankful she had the wherewithal to stop. The door clicked shut behind them as they made good on their escape.
Taking one last glance out the one-way window that provided a view of the chapel and part of the lobby, he spotted two men. Dressed in baggy jeans, their faces covered by sunglasses and lowered baseball caps, they didn't look like they were there to get hitched. One looked like a linebacker, tall and square with no discernible neck. The other had an average build, but something about the way he held himself, with a barely reined-in aggression, pegged him as the more dangerous of the two.
The bigger man gestured toward the chapel door and a slow smile spread across his broad face, revealing a gold front tooth. Alarm bells in Hank's head clanged to life. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn't plan on sticking around to find out. Letting go of the doorknob, he grabbed hold of Beth's hand and hurried her down the hall. Turning left, they followed the exit signs through the dark uncarpeted hallway with scuffed walls to a heavy door that opened into the alley.
Holding tightly onto Beth's hand, he tugged her toward the street, pausing as they reached the end of the alley. A quick look around the corner of the building revealed a deserted sidewalk in front of the Little Elvis Wedding Chapel. That meant the men were still inside, probably about to emerge from the same exit he and Beth had used. He wasn't about to wait around to confirm his suspicions.