Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,6

next five months. I'll be finishing my first year of medical school. When are we going to find the time to plan a wedding? To even have a wedding?"

"What if we do it in Vegas?" He stares at me, his eyes as deep with affection as the ocean. "We can leave tonight and get married first thing tomorrow."

"Just us?"

"Your parents will want to see it."

I nod. "Our friends will want to see it. And I want them there."

"Even Tom?"

"Especially Tom."

"Thought you hated him."

"I did for a while." I run my fingers through his hair. "But I know he meant well telling me to get lost. He'd never admit it, but he loves you. And I know he'll kick your ass if you start using again."

"You think Tom could kick my ass?"

"If you were high, you wouldn't see it coming."

He laughs and presses his lips to mine.

Damn, his kiss is intoxicating. I don't collect my senses until it breaks.

"You still worry about me relapsing?" he asks.

I nod. Miles has done well for years, but there's no way I'll ever stop worrying about him relapsing. I still have nightmares about Rosie's overdose.

I nod. "Yes. I trust you, but—"

"I know. It's okay to worry, Princess. I worry about you burying yourself under the weight of your coursework."

A fair concern. I stare into his blue eyes. "Is it a good idea, you going to Las Vegas?"

His expression softens. "As long as you aren't planning a runaway bride move."

I trace the lines of his tattoo. Be brave, live. I'm braver with him. I live more when I'm with him. I have no doubt I want to marry Miles, no doubt I want to be with him forever.

But I'm not as sure about planning a wedding in under two weeks.

"I've been thinking." He runs his fingertips over my shoulder. "What if we toured during the summer and kept it short the rest of the year? You could come with me."

That would be amazing. I look into his eyes. "Could you really make that work?"

"It's possible." He runs his fingertips over my chin. "The band can slow down. We've talked about it."

"There's no way Tom has talked about slowing down."

"He has a wife now." His voice softens. "Things are different than when we started. Our priorities are different."

I shake my head. "You need the stage, Miles. You're at home there."

"Yeah, but I'm at home with you too. I'll still have the stage, just less of it and more time with you. Wouldn't you want that?"

"Of course." I'd love to have Miles around more. I'd love to have him home every night. But not if it means he's giving up his passion. "I can't be the thing standing between you and your dreams."

"You aren't." He presses his lips to mine. His fingers go to my engagement ring. "Let's go to Vegas. Let's get married now."

"Why?"

"Because you want to marry me."

"But why now? Why not in a year?"

"Why in a year?"

As Miles would say, fair enough. Why not now? Why in a year?

"You like depraved rock stars," he says.

I smile. "I do."

"See, you're already halfway there."

I laugh. I want to be there. I want to throw away all my concerns.

"I think you want a depraved rock star husband right away."

He's right. I do. I want forever with Miles, and I want it right away. Why not now?

Now is good.

I press my fingertips into the spot where his neck meets his collarbone.

He shudders with pleasure. His hands go to my lower back. He pulls me closer.

"Promise you won't think about quitting Sinful Serenade." I muster all the confidence I have. "Promise, and I'll go to Vegas with you and get married now."

"Then no question." He leans closer. "I promise."

***

The next morning, we call my parents over breakfast—they're surprised, but supportive—and drive straight to Vegas.

The city is breathtaking in a strange, money-worshiping, party-worshiping kind of way. Even in the afternoon, the neon lights stand out against the blue sky. One side of the freeway is miles of desert. The other is an oasis of depraved, adult fun.

There's no specific theme to our hotel. It seems the concept is luxury. Our suite is adorned in shades of mauve and silver. It's sleek, modern, and a little showy.

Miles sits on the bed, his legs spread. It's inviting. I want to mount my husband-to-be.

Damn, this is moving fast.

I linger in the thought of Miles as my husband—a long honeymoon on the beach, us buying a house so we can really live together, him surprising