Deep: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy Page 9

  Though I doubted I was half as brave as she was.

  She poked and prodded at me, pressing the tequila soaked rag to my back and my front several times. I felt her trim the ragged skin away from my back. Then she stopped.

  "I'm ready to stitch this up. Have another sip."

  She didn't have to ask me twice. I held onto the bottle, taking a sip now and then as she stitched my back. It hurt like hell. By the time she got to the front, I was well and truly shellacked.

  I grinned stupidly at her beautiful blond hair as she bent over my wound.

  "Hi Princess."

  She looked up at me and smiled.

  "Hi Chan."

  "Distract me, would you?"

  "Okay... any idea what we are going to do next?"

  She started sewing. I did my best not to flinch. The tequila had definitely started working. The pain was almost bearable now.

  "Couple of ideas."

  I took another pull on the bottle. She pushed the needle through my skin again before speaking. Probably for the best. I wanted a manly scar, to remind her that I'd gotten shot for her. Not a busted up ugly scar. I trusted her to make me pretty.

  Or keep me pretty anyway.

  "Oh yeah, like what?"

  "We are going to put everyone back home on high alert. We are going to call Joss. And then we are going to get naked for four or five days."

  She stopped sewing and looked up at me.

  "Oh, we are are we?"

  I grinned at her confidently.

  "Yep."

  She didn't say anything for a minute.

  "Can I ask you something?"

  "Sure Princess."

  "Why did you pick Vegas?"

  "So I can marry you, of course."

  Carolina

  I stared around the hotel room. It was a huge suite in one of the nicest hotels in town. Without using cash or a credit card. Joss had managed to set this up somehow.

  All under a fake name.

  It was hard not to notice that there was one room. With one giant bed. But beggars really couldn't be choosers...

  Chan was on the phone that Brock had given us before taking off again. He'd even called a buddy to come and pick us up in a town car. The network of guys who'd served together was amazing.

  They were helping us out without asking for a thing in return. All because Joss was one of them. And since Chan was his best friend, we were in their protected circle now too.

  The concierge had even brought up fresh clothes for us. Nothing fancy of course. We'd found a note hidden underneath. It said not to use the hotel phone. Only if it was an emergency.

  I checked on Chan before heading into the bathroom. He'd been ready to pass out from the pain. Not to mention he was pretty drunk by the time we got here. Still, he'd managed to walk through the lobby standing up.

  I had to admit, I was impressed.

  Of course, no one but me knew he was bleeding and half-naked under his leather jacket. We'd zipped it up. And cut the bottom off of my wedding dress. Now it was a mini skirt and a bustier. I probably looked like a hooker.

  We fit right in.

  Chan thought my outfit was perfect just the way it was. He kept telling me so. He spent the entire ride to the hotel trying to paw me. It must have hurt like heck but it didn't stop him from trying.

  And now he was asleep with strict instructions to wake him up in an hour.

  He had plans for tonight.

  Plans that involved me. And that big bed out there.

  But there was something else he wanted to do first.

  Chan was bizarrely determined that we get married. Today. I didn't argue with him. Of course, I'd been abducted in my nightgown. I didn't have ID on me. Or a credit card. Or a dime.

  He didn't seem worried about any of that.

  I ran the bath, squeezing in a generous dollop of bath gel. The tub was enormous. The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom back home. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

  If I'd learned nothing else over the past week, it was to seize the moment.

  I washed myself thoroughly, refilling the tub twice. I knew it was silly but I couldn't relax until every trace of Max was gone. And Chan's blood. I wanted to put everything behind me and feel fresh.

  Reborn.

  As the water rose for the third time I leaned back and let myself drift.

  Was I seriously considering getting married for a second time in one day?

  That had to be a record.

  Chan hadn't asked me properly. He'd told me. But it was sweet all the same.

  Even if he didn't love me. I knew he didn't. Still, he'd done more for me than any man ever had. Risked more.

  His very life.

  That had to count for something.

  Of course, he was doing this to get around my chastity vow. I considered marrying him anyway, even though he was drunk. I giggled. It would be me taking advantage of his inebriated state this time.

  By the time he sobered up he'd be sure to regret it.

  I might love him, but he was still Chan. He was not the settling down type. If I let him marry me drunk and desperate to get into my pants, he'd regret it. I didn't want that, even if I did want him.

  More than I cared to admit.

  But bad boys never changed. I knew that. I didn't even really want to change him.

  I just wanted... him.

  Maybe it was time to let him off the hook. If I broke my vow, we could both get what we wanted. I still believed in it, but I didn't want him marrying me for the wrong reasons.

  If I took that off the table, I knew he would jump at the chance.

  I was out of the bath when I heard the knock on the door.

  The concierge was back. He was obviously one of Joss's friends. He was big and strong and no nonsense as he handed me the envelope.

  Until he winked.

  "Have a very good evening Miss."

  Then he was gone.

  I went back inside and opened the envelope, shaking it out onto the table.

  A perfect replica of my passport slid out. It was even my original photo. I had no idea how the heck they had done that.

  It was magic.

  It was a disaster.

  I had to hide it or Chan would see.

  If we couldn't get married then he wouldn't argue when I told him I was ready to break my vow for him.

  Even without a marriage certificate, I knew I loved him. And I wanted him to be my first. But that was it. Just a one time thing. It would have to be enough.

  For both of us.

  I didn't hear him come up behind me. His arms slid around me from behind. I pushed the envelope under the room service menu.

  "You smell nice. Who was that?"

  "Wrong room."

  He turned me around and kissed me.

  "Are you ready to become Mrs. Carolina Jacobs?"

  I shook my head.

  "No, Chan. It's impossible."

  He growled at me, pulling me against him.

  "Like hell it is!"

  "It doesn't matter anyway. I don't have my ID."

  He narrowed his eyes, looking at me.

  "Having cold feet?"

  I shook my head.

  "It's okay Chan. We can... be together. I don't care about my vow anymore."

  He stared at me hard, like he was trying to look inside me.

  "Nice try, Princess."

  "What?"

  He reached down and grabbed the envelope.

  "You are just going to have to learn to love me. Because I am not letting you get away from me again."

  I stared at him. He knew about the passport? I sighed. He had known all along. And he let me lie to him.

  "Chan. You don't really want to marry me. It's okay. I said I would sleep with you anyway."

  He started kissing my neck, ignoring me completely. I pushed against him gently. He looked up.

  "What do you want, woman? I'm busy kissing my future wife."

  "Stop it, Ch
an. We both know you'll regret this."

  He gripped my face, staring into my eyes.

  "How could I regret marrying the love of my life?"

  My jaw must have dropped.

  "Don't you know how long I've loved you, Caro? I never forgot you. I never wanted anybody else."

  Tears filled my eyes as he lowered himself to his knee. He took my hand and stared up at me.

  "Carolina Murphy, will you be my wife?"

  I couldn't stop the tears as I nodded. I knew it was crazy. But I couldn't resist him.

  I couldn't ignore my heart.

  "Yes. Oh Chan... Yes, I will."

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chandler

  I stood inside the chapel, waiting for my bride. My brave, brilliant, beautiful, sexy as all get out, perfect for me in every way bride. I wore a black t-shirt and jeans and a tuxedo jacket loaned to me by the chapel itself.

  They had a whole selection of tacky wedding clothes in the back apparently. Thankfully, this jacket was simple and fit me almost perfectly.

  I had a hole in my side. I was on the run from the Russian Mob. I had left all my worldly possessions behind.

  And I'd never been happier in my life.

  The people who worked at the chapel were all staring at me. I knew why. Because I couldn't stop smiling like a buffoon.

  I didn't care.

  I didn't care about anything.

  I just hoped she didn't get cold feet.

  She'd scared the hell out of me back at the hotel when she'd hidden the passport Joss's friend had rigged for her. I thought she didn't want me. Then I realized it was the opposite.

  She didn't think I wanted her.

  Not for keeps anyway.

  How little she understood. But I would fix that. I would show her.

  Starting tonight.

  Oh yes, I had big plans for tonight. I was not going to let a minor thing like a bullet wound interfere with ravaging my bride.

  My wife.

  I crossed my hands over my cock. It was starting to rise. Just thinking about how many times I was going to take her. All the different ways. All the different places.

  That bathtub came to mind.

  So did the terrace.

  The bed would get its turn too.

  First probably.

  That seemed like the proper place to take my sweet girl's virginity.

  I grinned a little wider. It felt like my face was going to split. Just then the music started.

  The doors opened and Caro walked through.

  I felt all the air leave my body. She was so beautiful. She wore a borrowed veil and held a generic bouquet sold in the lobby. But the look on her face was breathtaking.

  She hadn't run.

  She was here.

  This was happening.

  She walked forward through the tacky decorations, looking like an angel. Or a movie star. Or a movie star playing an angel.

  Yep, that was my Caro.

  She smiled shyly at me as the ceremony began.

  It was fast. They read a famous poem, we said our vows and then it was over. I barely heard a word of it.

  I was too busy thanking God for bringing her to me.

  "I now pronounce you man and wife."

  I grinned stupidly at my beautiful wife.

  "You may kiss the bride."

  I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed her and tilted her back, kissing her with everything I had. The employees started cheering. I would have laughed but I was too busy making the most of the kiss.

  I grabbed her bottom and squeezed. She squeaked. It was the most adorable sound I'd heard in my life.

  I was still grinning as I pulled her upright.

  I nodded at the officiant and the organ started playing. The staff threw rose petals at us as we left. They handed us a certificate and we were off and running.

  I was anyway.

  Literally running.

  I wanted to get back to the hotel as soon as humanly possible.

  We had things to do.

  Dirty, naughty things.

  Carolina

  I did it. I married Chandler Jacobs.

  Something I may have dreamed about a time or two over the years.

  More than that.

  I felt like I was floating as we rode back to the hotel. I couldn't help it. I knew he might live to regret this someday but I wouldn't.

  Not even for a second.

  He threaded his fingers through mine, nuzzling my neck. He'd been all over me since we got into the car. I would have blushed except I was all over him too.

  I didn't want to stop touching him.

  Ever.

  We got to the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I smiled at him as we got out. I decided to tease him a little.

  "Are you sure you don't want to go out to eat?"

  "Hell no!"

  He growled at me and scooped me up into his arms, practically running through the hotel lobby.

  "Chan, put me down! You'll hurt yourself!"

  He kissed me in the elevator, even though there were other people in it. He refused to put me down until we were over the threshold to our suite.

  Then he carried me across the room, finally lowering me to my feet. Right next to the bed. He grinned.

  "I wouldn't want you to tire yourself out."

  His hand stroked my cheek.

  "Not yet anyway."

  I felt hot and cold all over as he started pulling his clothes off. He struggled a bit with his shirt but got it off. His bare chest gleamed in the soft light from the windows.

  He was beautiful.

  "Caro..."

  He pulled me against him. I felt like he might devour me with his mouth. He dipped me backwards. Before I knew what was happening, I was horizontal.

  He reached for his jeans, trying to get them off in record time.

  I decided to have some fun with him.

  "Are you sure you aren't hungry? Should we get room service?"

  He nodded, not looking at me. He was too busy trying to get his pants down. Those things were tight.

  "Yes. Room service. After."

  "Are you surrrrre?"

  He looked up, frowning. Then he realized I was teasing. With a teasing look of his own, he dragged his jeans over his hips. He'd forgotten to put on underpants. My mouth opened as his erection sprang out.

  It was enormous.

  At least ten inches long, thick, with silky looking skin that made me want to touch it. The tip was shiny with a drop of liquid.

  I'd never seen a man naked up close before.

  He was more than beautiful. He was stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect. It was also slightly terrifying. He must have caught the look on my face because he sobered immediately, pulling me into his arms.

  "It's okay, Princess. I won't hurt you."

  I stared at him. Now I knew he was lying.

  "How can you not, Chan?"

  He smiled.

  "You'll see. Trust me, alright?"

  I swallowed nervously and nodded. I was his wife. I would do my wifely duty.

  He laughed.

  "I promise Caro, you won't mind when the time comes."

  He kissed me again, slowly tugging my sundress off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I shivered a bit in the cool air of the air-conditioned suite. Then his hands slid up my back and I was warm again.

  No.

  I was hot.

  He continued kissing me as he unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then he eased me back onto the bed and guided me to the center of it. I watched as he kissed his way down my body. He kissed me through my panties and grunted. He sounded like a wolf. Or a bear.

  It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my life.

  He gripped the edge of my panties and dragged them down my legs, carefully laying them aside. I thought that was funny. But I couldn't laugh.

  Not when he was kissing his way up my legs again.

  "I wanted to go slow."

  He dragged
his tongue against my lips. This time he didn't tease me. This time he pressed his tongue inside.

  We both groaned.

  "So sweet... so tight..."

  I gasped as his fingers found my nub, stroking it softly. He drove his tongue inside me again and again as his fingers danced over my clit. I had never felt anything like it. It was so much more intense compared to the other time he'd touched me. By a lot.

  I was much more sensitive inside than I knew.

  I gasped, feeling like I might fly off the bed.

  "Chan!"

  He gripped my hips and lifted me slightly so he could go deeper.

  That was it.

  I came.

  I shook all over as the orgasm tore through me. But he still didn't stop. Now his fingers were inside me and his tongue was on my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it rapidly.

  I screamed as a second orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.

  His fingers were opening me, stretching me.

  But still he didn't stop.

  He eased a third finger inside me and continued the flicking motion of his tongue.

  I came again.

  "Oh! Oh! OH!"

  I was shaking, trying to regain control of my body. But it was no use. I struggled to form coherent words.

  "Please Chan! I can't take anymore!"

  He slowed down, easing his fingers out of me. He looked up at me.

  "I'm not sure you're ready yet. I don't want to hurt you."

  "I'm ready. Please Chan..."

  He closed his eyes for a heartbeat. Then he practically jumped on top of me. He looked worried. And excited. I could feel his hard on pressing against me insistently.

  "Sorry Princess, I can't wait."

  He pushed his way inside.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chandler

  Heaven.

  I was in heaven.

  I was barely an inch inside my sweet Carolina's tiny little pussy and it was already the most exquisite thing I'd felt in my life. Her silky walls hugged me tightly, giving slightly as I eased forward slowly.

  I fought my body every step of the way, grunting with the exertion. Every fiber of my being wanted to take her, make her mine. I wanted to ride her for hours. Then ride her again.