“Repeat after me. I, Dawn Ramsey, take Gordon Wilks…” The celebrant spoke, and she repeated his words on a shaky breath. Gordon followed, but his vows were clear and sure. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Startled it was all over, she took a moment to respond to Gordon’s kiss. Then she let herself go, fusing her mouth to his, taking what was now officially hers. Gordon’s lips left hers, and he moved her to his side. David came over, and Dawn studied him this time. He was about the same age as Gordon, but that was where the similarities ended. He was a redhead and radiated power and money. His suit looked expensive, and his eyes were shrewd and he seemed almost hard. A shiver of unease made its way down her back as he stared at her. She needed to be nice though. This was Gordon’s friend. His best friend, supposedly.
“We haven’t had a proper introduction.” He held his hand out as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. She told herself not to shrink back at his assessment, but it was hard. “I’m David Blamey.”
Dawn took David’s hand, shaking it. He had a strong firm shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dawn Ramsey.”
“Wilks,” he corrected in a harsh, no-nonsense voice.
“I beg your pardon?” Feeling uncomfortable, she looked around for Gordon and found him talking to the celebrant.
“Wilks. Gordon’s last name is Wilks. You will be taking his name?”
Crap, Dawn hadn’t thought that far ahead. She hadn’t thought about this at all. She was never this impulsive. Oh, she suddenly felt sick. Darting her gaze around, she found what she needed. “Excuse me.” Not waiting for a response, she practically ran to the bathroom.
Going to the basin, she stared at herself in the mirror before turning her gaze down to her rings, holy shit. It fit perfectly and was better than anything she could have wished for. Her wedding band was curved with diamonds and black rubies alternating. The engagement ring was a decent size with black rubies surrounded by diamonds. Where did Gordon get the money to buy something like this? He’d told her he had savings but had he blown it all on her? The rings were amazing and suited her. Gordon knew what she liked.
She gazed back at the mirror. Gordon knew her. He loved her? She’d done the right thing? She went back over his proposal, groaning when she thought how he hadn’t actual said he loved her. Only that he’d fallen. Did that mean he’d fallen in love with her? She needed to stop thinking it over, or she’d go crazy. Taking a deep breath, she walked back out to go find her husband. Wow, that sounded weird.
When she came out, she couldn’t see David or Gordon. She wandered out toward the limo, and that’s where she saw Gordon at the back of the car with two big men she’d never seen before. She crept closer as unease filled her. Gordon looked so different, his posture was straighter, his eyes sharp, calculating, and he radiated power. Freezing just within listening distance, she calmed her racing heart as she listened.
“I want the paperwork filled ASAP. Dawn is priority. People will want to know where I’ve been and with who.” Gordon glared at the new men. “Stay hidden, but close. I don’t trust the celebrant or people finding out about my reappearance to society.” Gordon spoke in a demanding voice, very different from the one she was used to hearing.
A voice cleared, and one of the men Gordon was with nodded at Dawn, and she knew she’d been spotted. Gordon’s whole demeanor changed. He went back to her Gordon. His posture relaxed, his face softened, his lips curled up into his carefree grin and his eyes—they went from steel to happiness at the sight of her. Shaking her head, she told herself she was just stressing because she’d done so many impulsive things. Gordon held his hand out, and she came to him, taking hold of his hand.
“Dawn, I’d like you to meet more of my friends. The tall one to your left is Brad, and next him, is Nathan.”
The men were huge and bulky like they spent their days keeping in shape. They all wore suits, but not the same as what David had been wearing. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Dawn had a feeling by the end of the trip she’d be sick of saying how nice it was.
They all nodded their acknowledgment. Brad did what Dawn thought was an attempt at a smile, but it was scary. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilks.”
Who was Mrs. Wilks? Glancing behind her Dawn groaned. Ah, she was. She should have remembered since it hadn’t been that long ago David had reminded her.
“To celebrate Gordon’s birthday, and you getting married, we’ve all put in and have you in the presidential suite. David has given you the limo for the time you’re here in Vegas,” Brad said.
Gordon walked to the limo doors, and Brad followed, opening the door for them. Gordon helped her in and followed close behind her and the door shut.
“Your friends aren’t going to come with us?” She asked when the limo took off, and none of his friends got in.
“No, I’ll see them tomorrow night at my party. Besides…” He pulled her to him, so she was straddling him. “We just got married. I don’t want to be with my friends. I have other things I’d much rather being doing in our now presidential suite.” Gordon captured her lips with his as his hands slid under her dress, and his fingers glided over her stomach and came down to hook into her underwear.
Yanking her lips from his, she tried to ease from his grasp. “We can’t do that in here.”
“Sure we can,” he mumbled against her neck before he sucked. She gasped as her resistance fled. Gordon knew sucking on her neck was her weakness. It set her body alight. Dawn let herself go, arching into his touch and craving more. Gordon lifted her leg over, so she sat on the side, lifting her up and easing her undies down and off. Her fingers went to work on his zipper and button as he eased up. She reached over and found her prize, wrapping her hand around his length.
Dawn had never thought to do it in a limo would be a turn on, but right now, she was so wet and hot. She straddled him again, and his hands trailed up her legs and cupped her bare arse.
“I’ve never seen anything more alluring than you right now. I’m so god damn lucky,” he whispered before his mouth took hers.
Their tongues met as she pumped his cock, his pre-come leaking helping to coat his dick. His fingers came around and played with her pussy, spreading her lips and circling her clit. Needing more, she lifted her skirt and hovered higher over him until she felt the tip of his cock slide across her entrance. Moving her mouth from his, panting for breath, she gazed into his deep blue eyes, took a deep breath, needing to tell him how she felt. “I love you.”