The girls burst into a fit of giggles. Randy smirks.
"Is that a euphemism for a blow job?" Lance asks.
"Ding, ding, ding! Give Romance a prize!" Charlene shouts. She needs more water, too.
"I'mma order some cookies for dessert when we get back to our room," Miller says to Sunny.
There's more ridiculous giggling.
We get a limo back to the hotel when dinner is over. Lance doesn't bother coming up to the suite. I almost feel bad, because the rest of us are likely to shower and have sex. I have my doubts Sunny will be doing anything after that aside from sleeping. She looks ready to pass out. I'm sure the rest of us will find a second or third wind.
After a long shower, which includes more sex, Violet and I lie down on the bed, possibly to go to sleep, possibly for another round. She snuggles in and puts her head on my chest.
"I'm so glad you suggested a vacation," she says.
"You were so hard to convince."
I draw circles on her shoulder, working my way down her side. She jerks when I hit the sensitive spot by her ribs. Then she sighs as I go lower, to her hip. My phone buzzes in my pants somewhere on the floor. I should've turned it off.
"Your mom messaged me again." I can hear her anxiety.
"Well, we are in Vegas; maybe we should elope."
Violet lifts her head. "You're kidding, right?"
I tuck strands of wet hair behind her ear and trace the line of her jaw. "I don't have to be."
"I don't have a dress."
I follow the contour of her bottom lip with my thumb. Jesus, I love this woman. "We can buy you one."
"You're serious?"
I kiss her softly, not inviting any tongue even though she parts her lips. "Marry me."
"I already said yes to that."
"This weekend. Tomorrow. Be my wife. Be Violet Waters. Be mine."
"I'm already yours, Alex. I've been yours since the moment you slammed into the plexiglas and made me spill my beer on my boobs."
"So let's do it. We're here. There are a million places we can go. We can even find somewhere nice, classy-it doesn't have to be done by Elvis."
"I thought you wanted a wedding, with people, and a party."
"You're the part that matters. I just want you, Violet. Our closest friends are all here."
She leans back, her lips pursed. She's considering it.
"We can do this if we want to. There's nothing to stop us. I want to. I want you."
"What about all the money you've put down for the wedding?"
"It doesn't matter."
"What about our moms?"
"They'll get over it." But even as I say this, I'm not so sure it's true.
Violet sighs. "You have no idea how much I want to say yes to this, Alex. But I can't do that to my mom. I'm her only child. It was the two of us for almost my entire life. I was at her wedding; she has to be at mine. I can't get married without her. And your mom would be devastated."
She's right. "What if I can get them here?"
"How are you going to do that?"
"With a few phone calls and my credit card."
She bites her lip. "What time is it in Canada?"
"My dad will still be awake. Are you in?"
Her smile is a resounding yes.
I call my dad who, as expected, is still up. His first reaction is concern, because we have pregnant Sunny with us, so he thinks something has happened to her. His secondary reaction is confusion, until I explain why I'm calling. As this is going on, Violet is on the phone with my travel agent, booking their flight and transportation to the airport. We can get them here before lunch tomorrow.
Of course, then my mom has to get on the phone and argue her case.
"Mom, we're getting married this weekend, and we'd really like you to be here."
"But what about the cottage in August? I have invitation samples; people are expecting a wedding. Violet doesn't even have her dress. It'll have to be something off the rack. Do they even have nice places to buy wedding dresses in Vegas? I don't know about this-"
"I'm not asking permission; I'm telling you. This is happening. I've taken care of your flight, transportation, and accommodations. I know this isn't what you would've planned for us, but it's what we want, and we want you here with us."
The silence following this statement is long. Violet sits beside me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. I mouth It'll be fine.
She sighs. "Okay. I'll get a bag packed. But can you not get married tomorrow? Can you please wait until the next day because we'll have pictures, and I don't want to have bags under my eyes, and I'm not sure I'm going to get much sleep tonight. And I need a dress. We'll have to go shopping, and tomorrow should be a girl's day. Violet needs a proper bachelorette party."
"We can swing that." I give Violet the thumbs up, and she shakes her boobs like they're maracas.
The call to her mom is much easier. Violet straddles my lap while she waits for Skye to answer. She explains the plan and has to hold the phone away from her ear at her mom's shrieking. Of course Skye is down for a Vegas wedding.
We hang up and book flights for Skye and Sidney as well; they'll arrive around the same time as my parents.
Violet claps her hands. The movement makes her rock over my erection. "Oh my God, we're getting married. In Vegas!"
I hold on to her hips. "We are."
"Why the hell didn't we think of this earlier?"
"Because we wrongly assumed our mothers wouldn't interfere, and we were trying to please the wrong people."
"So true." She puts her hands on my chest. "We need to celebrate!"
"I was thinking the exact same thing." Her half-exposed boobs graze my chest.
"I need to tell Charlene! And Sunny! And Lily if we can get her and Randy to stop fucking for five minutes. Oh my God! Let's order champagne and that fake champagne for Sunny so she doesn't feel left out!" Violet rolls off the bed and pulls the lapels of her robe together, covering her boobs. "Come on!"
She stops when I don't move right away and glances down to where my hard-on strains the cotton of my boxer briefs. There's a big wet spot where Violet was sitting on me.
"I thought maybe you'd want to celebrate in here first, before we celebrate with our friends."
"You're so smart." Violet drops her robe on the floor and drags a red-tipped nail from my ankle all the way up my thigh.
She climbs on the bed and straddles my legs. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she pulls my boxer briefs down, and my erection springs free. "But I think we should probably scale back on the sex after this round."
"What? Why?"
"I don't want a sore beaver for my wedding night."
"Right, good call. But there's always boob sex."
"And blow jobs, don't forget those."
We have let's-see-how-quiet-we-can-be sex, and then we order champagne, tell our friends, and celebrate the best damn decision we've made about the wedding since we got engaged.
19
Seriously, These Moms
VIOLET
We are moderately hungover the next morning when our parents arrive. Daisy and my mom have spent the entire thirty-minute drive to the hotel calling all sorts of people: setting up hair appointments for tomorrow and a spa/shopping day today. We have literally half an hour to get our asses in gear, which is asking a lot based on my current state.
Robbie and Sidney are way more laidback. They make themselves comfortable on the couch in our suite's living room while they watch sports highlights.
I want to have an outtie instead of an innie today so I can relax like the boys.
Alex gives me some kind of orange fizzy drink he says will make me feel better, along with Tylenol. Then he dresses me-I don't get to appreciate his fondling because his mom and my mom keep knocking on the door, asking if I'm ready to go-and sends me off with the girls.
By the time we get to the spa, I'm feeling much better. Lily looks worn out, though; she nodded off three times during the drive.
I elbow her in the side and whisper, "Lily, Lily, Lily."
She grabs my hand and puts it on her thigh-high up on her thigh. "Just another ten minutes, Randy. Then I'll open the Vagina Emporium again."
Charlene barks out a laugh, and Lily sits up, blinking rapidly.
"Oh. We're here already? I must've nodded off." She touches her face and smoothes her skirt, which has ridden up.
"What's a Vagina Emporium? Is it a sex shop?" my mom asks.
More laughter follows, along with Lily's embarrassed groan.
"No, Mom, that's what Lily calls her vagina since she lets Balls put whatever he wants in there."
Lily slaps my arm. "Is no topic off limits with you?"