“He needs a suit. Something formal, but not a tux. And make it blue, not black. I don’t want him looking like an undertaker for our wedding.” Then she was off, flitting about and humming to herself.
I gave the guy an excuse about her wedding comment as we went to the fitting rooms. Lucky for me, the average Cavalli suit fit me off the rack.
That’s how I ended up waiting in a suit in the judge’s office for him to come in, because we were late. Lizzy helped herself to some whiskey she found in a cabinet.
“You shouldn’t,” I warned.
“I should, and you should too. We’re about to get married.” Then she was quiet and thoughtful. “Do you think it’s legal for him to have this stuff here?” She pointed at a mini bar in the cabinet, including crystal glasses and an ice machine.
I was in the middle of trying to wrangle the glass from her when the judge walked in.
“I have to say, I hadn’t filled one these out in over twenty years. But here you go.” He placed the marriage license on his desk.
I walked over and inspected it. Lizzy wasn’t far behind.
She giggled. “James.”
I waited for her to figure out the rest.
“O’Con-co-b-hair” She butchered it.
“O’Conchobhair is pronounced o-con-chob-hair,” I said slowly.
Her laugh wasn’t just filled with amusement as she continued to butcher my name.
The judge eyed me. “Maybe you should wait until she sleeps it off.” He looked at his open cabinet and the bottle of whiskey sitting on top.
“Sorry about that.” To her, I said, “Come on, princess. We have to try again to get married tomorrow.”
“Wait? What? Why?”
By the time I got her into our waiting SUV, she was far gone.
“Sorry, Uber driver, I’m horny,” she said as she worked at my pants.
I raised the privacy glass before she got my dick free. It sprang up, and before I could stop her—though I probably wouldn’t have—she was sliding down my cock.
“I love your dick.” Though I stilled her hips, she managed to wiggle around, stirring my primal desires higher. “Now say it back.”
I raised a brow in question.
“No, silly, say you love my pussy.”
“I love your pussy.”
She threw her head back on a squeal of delight and rode me in earnest.
If I’d only known what tomorrow would bring, I might have done things a lot differently.Twenty-FourLizzyLight poured through the window and I blinked away the brightness, grabbing my throbbing head. I glanced around, disoriented. Images of yesterday played in my head as a sickly feeling boiled in my gut. I barely made it to the bathroom before I spewed out the contents of my stomach.
I brushed my teeth before I entered my room and realized Striker was nowhere to be found. Had yesterday really happened? Praying to a higher being, I promised eternal sobriety as I went to get a glass of water.
Slouched in a chair, Striker sat with his eyes closed. His parted shirt revealed the slow rise and fall of his chest. My eyes dropped to his boxer briefs.
That was when I noticed my lack of dress. I wore a garter belt of all things. The thigh highs hooked to them had rips. I didn’t remember putting them on. I let my mouth curve upward as I picked up the trail of clothes that started at the door and led to the bedroom.
When I got his pants, something tumbled out. I bent and saw it was his wallet. It had opened with his license on full display. I picked it up, wanting to see the picture better. He looked like a model. I was about to tuck it away when I saw his name. Everything else spilled out of my hand as I read it again.ConnorWater woke me with a splash, and I jolted upright. My hands were up prepared to fight until I realized where I was. I wiped away water as it dripped down my face. When I could focus, my ID was shoved in my face before it flicked from Lizzy’s fingers to bounce off my face and land on my chest.
“Who the fuck are you, Connor with a K?”
“James Konnor O’Conchobhair King,” I said. “Mom named me Konnor with a K to get back at my dad. The joke’s on her not researching more because that spelling is mostly used by the Scots. And she hates Dad’s first wife.”
Instead of laughter, I saw the end in her eyes. “Don’t you mean Liar, Connor with a K?”
“Lizzy, let me explain.”
She leaned back and crossed her arms. “It’s a little too late to explain, don’t you think?”
As everything crumbled around me, I felt the walls of my defenses rise.LizzyWhile I felt righteous in my anger, I watched his gaze harden.
“You set the rules. I had every intention of telling you the truth. But you stopped me with a finger to my lips. Remember?” he declared, then wiped water from his face.