brush my teeth, rinse with mouthwash, and climb into the shower. The hot water is glorious against my aching body and deep between my legs my cock twitches, a reminder of all the sex Kinsley and I had last night after getting…married?
Wait, what?
Right, right, we went through with that fake ceremony as a joke. I reach for the shampoo and that’s when I notice my college ring is missing from my finger. Shit, did I lose it? I pour a generous amount of shampoo into my palm and soap up. As I wrack my brain to retrace my steps from last night, the fog finally clears and I grin. I gave Kinsley the ring last night. Put it on her finger during the ceremony. It was kind of big for her, so I hope it hasn’t slipped off.
A noise behind me gains my attention, and I turn to see Kinsley brushing her teeth. My dick instantly hardens, despite the sex-a-thon last night.
“Want to join me?” I ask.
“Yeah, right after I take something for this headache.” She reaches into her cosmetic bag, pulls out some pills, and swallows them. “You?” she asks.
“No, I’m good. The shower helps.”
She comes toward me, reaches her hand up to her face, and goes perfectly still when she finds my ring on her index finger. “Wait, why do I have this?” she asks. I give her a minute and she smiles. “Oh, right.” She steps into the shower. “Move over fake husband,” she says. “You’re hogging all the hot water.”
“Nagging wife already.” I chuckle softly, not wanting to jolt her headache. “I thought the honeymoon stage would be longer.”
“It’s your fault I feel like someone drove over me with my food truck.”
I tug her to me. “Poor baby. I bet I can make you forget all about that headache.”
With her back to my chest, she lays her head against my shoulder and excels a soft sigh as I cup her breasts and rub them gently. Her nipples pucker under my touch and Jesus, I love how responsive she is, always so open and eager.
“That’s so nice, Cason,” she murmurs.
I stroke her lightly. “Headache easing?” I ask as I slide one hand lower to part her damp lips.
“Yeah…” she says.
“Are you too sore for me?”
“Probably,” she says, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you again.”
“I want you, too,” I say, and she wiggles against my thick cock.
“I can tell.”
“Today is our last full day in Vegas,” I say, and I’m not sure why I’m reminding her of that. Is it because I want her to know when we leave, it’s over, or is it because I want her to tell me that it doesn’t have to be over?
Shit, I can’t go there with her. She’s my good friend, and I don’t want to hurt her, the way I always seem to hurt every woman I’m with. I’m emotionally closed off, can never say the right thing at the right time. Kins is the last woman I ever want to hurt.
“Yeah, life goes back to normal,” she says, reminding me she’s sticking to the timeline we set out, which is a good thing. Then why do I feel like I’ve been hit in the gut with a runaway puck? “Well, sort of normal.”
I lightly stroke her clit and she moans. “What does sort of normal mean?”
I run my hand over her wet pussy, petting her softly, soothing the soreness of last night and she relaxes even more in my arms.
“I’m looking to open a restaurant. It’s my dream, actually.”
“That’s great, Kins. I never knew that.”
“Yeah,” she says but it holds a measure of sadness.
I put both hands on her shoulder and turn her until she’s facing me. There is so much uncertainty in her eyes, it momentarily catches me off guard. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she says, brushing off my question as her hands go to my chest for a slow exploration. She touches me lightly, tracing my nipple before moving on to the grooves in my stomach.
“I love your abs,” she murmurs.
I laugh. “Good, now tell me what’s wrong.”
She shrugs. “It’s just…I can’t get a loan, and my trust fund is being held captive by my father.”
“You have a trust fund?”
She cringes like that makes her a bad person. “Yeah. Left to me by my grandfather. That sounds awful doesn’t it?”
“Kinsley, there’s nothing wrong with a trust fund. I set one up for my sister ages ago. Sometimes we need a little help.”
“The thing is though, Cason,