Page 7 of Viva Wed Vegas

I sit up and move closer to him, straddling his lap. “Look at me, Casper,” I whisper, knowing that calling him that will rile him up.

His eyes instantly lock with mine.

I run my nails affectionately up and down the back of his neck, through the ends of his hair. “You are my warrior. You will always be there to protect me, you will always be there to rescue me, and I will always be there to bust your balls,” I tease. “We can’t change what happened. However, we can make sure it doesn’t continue to spill into our lives now. My nightmares are not yours to burden. They will stop eventually. As long as I have you to hold me, then I can survive even Freddie Kruger coming into my nightmares.” I smile softly.

His hands glide along my thigh to the curve of my behind. “You’re wrong. Your burdens are my burdens. I don’t want you feeling any pain; I don’t want you having to relive what that motherfucker did, and like fuck is Freddie getting anywhere near your fucking dreams. I will slit his fucking throat for even trying to get near you.”

My grin widens. “Casper, only you could threaten a fictional character.”

He moves quickly and flips me onto my back. I wrap my legs around his waist as he leans down on his elbow. “I’d threaten fucking Winnie the Pooh if I thought he would hurt you.” He smirks, rolling his hips playfully and pressing his hard length against my centre. I groan in response. “Now I’m going to fuck you until your body and mind are full of me,” he says with another grind of his hips.

“You’re talking a big game there, Casper.” I counter.

He reaches down and yanks my shorts off with a swift pull before chucking them over his shoulder. “Apparently you need reminding just how big I am, darlin’,” he says before thrusting into me, filling me in one quick movement.

I gasp as my body suddenly has to adjust to him.

He arches his brow at me. “Now you remember.” He smirks cockily. “I’m going to fill every part of you with my cum, until every time you move, you will feel me. All you will smell is my scent, and all you will taste is me. Every thought you have will be consumed by me,” he growls, rolling his hips against me.

My eyes alight with heat, a challenging smile playing at my lips. “Well, come on then, Casper. Fucking consume me,” I taunt.

* * *

“Holy fucking shit!”I breathe as I stare up at the private jet. Ghost drapes his arm over my shoulder with Enzo in his other arm.

“I really want to fuck you on that thing. Reckon the pilot would mind taking a break for ten minutes?” Ghost asks.

I tilt my head, looking up at him. “Ten minutes,” I quip, arching my brow at him.

“Alright fine, I will make it 20 if you let me eat you first.” He winks.

“Daaadd Da!” Enzo yells, bouncing excitedly in his arms.

My grin widens. “We are surrounded on that plane. There ain’t no way we will find time or space to have fun.” Ghost’s eyes flicker with disappointment. I reach up and briefly press my lips to his.

“Come on, and for the love of God, can you two just refrain from fucking on the plane? It’s unsanitary with the children so close,” Cash teases with exasperation as he walks past us and up the stairs on the plane.

“Ffffuck!” Enzo yells, spitting saliva everywhere.

“No, little man. Not today,” Ghost sighs with disappointment. I roll my eyes at him as we walk up the steps of the plane. A pretty flight attendant greets us with glasses of champagne. I quickly take one, but Ghost refuses. He hates champagne, so unless it’s a beer or spirits, he won’t touch it. We move through the plane to take our seats. Everyone else is already seated on the plane, all smiling and talking without worry or fear constantly etched in their expressions. It’s a damn good sight to see. They deserve it. We all fucking deserve it.

Alina catches my eye as she walks over to me, and I quickly pull her into a hug. After what happened, watching her nearly die before me has fused a deep connection between us. I often wonder if her dreams are plagued like mine, but I refuse to taint her happiness.

“How are you feeling?” I ask as I release her from my embrace.

She smiles. “I’m tired. I feel like I could sleep for a week, but Hap has been great,” she says, turning and looking at Hap holding their son Phoenix.

“Well, he is still tiny, so you are bound to feel exhausted. You’re pumping through this trip, right? So, you can at least have a drink at the bachelorette party?” I ask.

“Yes, I’ve been pumping and freezing milk. I am so looking forward to having a nice ice-cold glass of vodka.” She sighs wistfully. “Do you think Queenie will be okay?” she asks, concern in her eyes.

“Of course. Plus, we have that twenty-four hour butler or nanny, or whatever it was your friend offered to us. This is the break we all need,” I remind her. “Queenie will let her hair down after the wedding,” I add, and Alina nods.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you could take your seats as we prepare for take-off,” the hostess says, smiling.

“Wait. Where are Rage and Dixie?” I ask, realising they aren’t here yet.

“Fuck’s sake,” Beast mutters before he pulls out his phone to try and ring him.

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