Her Big Bad Mistake (5 page)

Yesterday she bought a tight, figure-hugging red dress and black stilettos. Earlier today she’d gotten her hair and nails done, and was now applying a small amount of makeup. Becky was going to do it tonight, with Damon. If he didn’t she would find someone else—well, try to. She told herself to just seduce Damon. She really wanted Damon because he wouldn’t be terrible in bed like the only man she’d been with. She even hoped it would get him out her system. Becky didn’t like the uncertainty she felt when she was with him, and now when she thought about everything.

Grabbing her small, sparkly black bag, she slung it across her shoulder and put in her passport, driver’s license, room key and a hundred dollar bill. She took a deep breath and looked around her room. Her suitcase was packed with only her clothes out for tomorrow, and everything looked ready. Tomorrow night her holiday would be over and she would be on a flight to Chicago to her new job. Straightening her shoulders, Becky left her room trying not to think why Damon hadn’t asked her where she was moving. Pressing the elevator button, she got in when it came and looked at the mirror. No more worrying. Tonight she was going to seduce Damon and have fun.

Damon was meeting her in the hotel lobby. Becky was already ten minutes late, but she was nervous. Jacob and Caleb had been asked to do a promo job for their team tonight. They had tried to get out of it, but Becky had told them she’d see them tomorrow morning before she left.

When she got out of the elevator she saw him straight away. Even leaning on a column, Damon looked sexy and drew attention. A tall, thin blonde was staring up at him, laughing and pawing him. Becky groaned, closed her eyes for a moment, and told herself she could do this. She could be wild and free and do whatever she wanted for one night. Rolling her shoulders, she stood straighter, opened her eyes, and strolled to him.

“Damon, sorry I’m late.” Becky bit the inside of her cheek as Damon’s eyes widened at the sight of her, and he stepped away from the blonde, ignoring her, and went to Becky.

Damon reached up and his fingers trailed feather-light caresses over her neck and down across her cleavage. “I like this. You look gorgeous.” His voice was a husky rasp that had Becky quivering and eager to have her night.

“Thank you. Are you ready to go? I have a lot planned tonight.”

“Oh,
you
have a lot planned?”

She smiled a secret smile at him and hoped she could pull this off. “Yes, me. So let’s get started.”

Damon’s hand fell and he blatantly looked her up and down. Becky returned the favor, licking her lips as she noticed the fitted black pants and white collar shirt fit him like a glove. He looked amazing with his dirty blonde hair slicked back and his bright green eyes filled with lust.

“This is your last night in Vegas and I said I would do and take you anywhere you want. I also have something planned for later,” he said.

“Sounds great, as long as I get what I want.”

He held her hand and walked towards the exit.

****

Becky was drunk. Damon knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but the more time he spent with her the harder he fell for her. He was determined to make her his no matter the consequences. He wanted her and he knew that she was the woman for him. Damon had never thought about a woman like he did Becky. He’d never had trouble fucking a woman out of his mind until he didn’t think of her, but Becky was different. He loved spending time with her. He got to be himself with her. He jacked off to pictures of her laughing in the pool or posing in front of monuments—he was in love with her. Damon was marrying her.

Leaning over, he told the driver where he wanted them to go next. He was going to do it. Becky was going to be his. Damon was going to marry a good woman. A woman he loved.

“Where are we going to next?”

“A surprise.”

Becky smiled and his cock grew, like it had been all night. “I love surprises,” she said.

They pulled up outside the little chapel and he gathered Becky to him and grabbed her bag. Becky stumbled into the chapel. A man greeted them with a smile and Damon stepped away. He filled out the forms and opened Becky’s bag and did her forms, too, so all she had to do was sign. A woman was talking to Becky and she was excitedly babbling back. With everything filled out, he went back to her, assuring himself he was doing the right thing. He deserved Becky. He hoped if she married him she wouldn’t leave tomorrow. She would stay with him. He would look after her.

“Becky, sign this. Let’s go in and have some fun.”

Guilt surfaced when she swayed on her feet but smiled and came forward. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Let’s get married.” Becky signed her name and the woman took her away. The limo driver agreed to be a witness.

Fifteen minutes later, Damon and Becky were married. They sat in the limo and Damon told the driver to take them to a jewelry store that would be open. He needed to get her a ring.

****

In the back of her mind, Becky knew she needed to slow down and that all she was doing wasn’t just the alcohol. She had just married Damon Chet, a guy she’d only known for a couple of weeks. She may be in love with him, but marriage was a big step. She stared down at the massive diamond on her ring finger. She washed her face and took a deep breath before she opened the bathroom door and went out to her husband.

Damon lay on the bed in just black boxers. His arms were crossed behind his head and Becky zoned in on the flexed muscle. He had a Celtic tattoo design and two hockey sticks and a puck on one arm. The other arm had a motorcycle and names. He sat up when he saw her and she slowly walked to the bed. She hoped she wasn’t too flabby for him. She’d seen the women he’d been with and none had been as big as her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He moved further down the bed to her and Becky sighed when she looked down and saw the evidence of his attraction. When she was at the end of the bed he pulled her onto it. He moved her so she straddled his lap. His hands rested in her hair and pulled her head back to take her lips to his.

Becky moaned and any thoughts she had of this being a stupid idea faded as his hands trailed down her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts slipped from the cups holding them and Damon slid the garment off her. His lips left hers and she fought for breath as he gave feather-light kisses down her neck and stopped at her breasts. He licked one, then did the same to the other before he circled it and sucked it into his cool, wet mouth.

Damon spread her legs and his hand slid between her thighs. He moved her thong to the side and explored her pussy with leisurely strokes. Becky panted, unable to catch her breath as Damon’s touch drove her crazy. No other man ever had her feeling like this. She arched her back, enjoying the feeling of his rough digits as two slid into her core and pumped in and out as he sucked on her breast.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked at her. “I’m going to taste you. I’ve imagined tasting you for weeks.” He laid her back on the bed and settled between her thighs. Becky was nervous. No one had ever been down there and done what Damon was about to do. He slid her panties down and she helped.

Damon settled between her thighs and heat crept all over her. She felt like she was burning up. His warm breath over her pussy had her heart racing. The first touch of his tongue had her letting out a squeal and moving back. Damon gripped her and moved her back down to him. This time she was more prepared when his tongue swiped over her. It felt strange, like nothing she’d ever felt before, but in a good way. Needing to hold onto something and unsure of what to do with her hands, she gripped the sheets as his exploration become more intimate.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the tingling sensations coursing through her body. Damon’s tongue moved up and down and she clenched her thighs when he sucked in her clit. One of his fingers slid into her pussy and he moved it in and out as he sucked and licked her.

Becky could feel her orgasm close to the surface. She felt like she was about to burst. She pushed up, needing more. “Damon. I need to come. Make me come.” He growled against her and the vibration shot through her and tipped her over the edge. She came apart, arching up and letting go. For a moment she just lay there basking in her bliss. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down as Damon kissed his way up her body.

“Angel, I need you now.” Damon’s mouth came down and the taste of herself on him surprised her and she deepened the kiss, eager for more of him.

Becky felt the mushroom head of his cock at her entrance as he pushed into her. Damon was bigger than she’d had before. She’d only been with one other man, so she supposed that wasn’t hard, but even with her wet he had to take his time to get it in. Becky wrapped her legs around him and he thrust into her. She gasped as the deepness brought new feelings. A burning need within her spread, tingling through her. Her body came roaring back to life and her orgasm built quickly in her already sensitive body. Becky pushed up, meeting him as he drove into her over and over. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Damon, needing to hold him to her. Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for breath as she gripped him closer.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a better sight. This has never felt so damn good,” Damon panted out as he pumped into her with almost a frenzied need for release. He closed his eyes. “I can’t watch you. I’ll fucking come if I do.”

Becky wanted to come again. “I’m so close. What do you want me to do?”

Damon let out a guttural groan. His head buried in her neck and he sucked on her just below her ear. She exploded as his action sent tingles of pleasure coursing through her whole body. “Damon!” she screamed.

He grunted against her and his head came up, and he pulled almost all the way out before he thrust in and yelled his own release. He held himself above her for a moment before his arms gave way. He lay on her and she drew circles on his back.

“Mmm, I liked that. It’s never been like that before. Thank you.”

Damon gave her a gentle kiss. “Don’t thank me. It was my pleasure, really. Rest, because I’m waking you again when I regain my strength.”

Becky giggled. She could get used to this. She held him tighter to her and let sleep take her.

Damon sat on the bed, watching the rise and fall of his wife’s chest.
Wow
. He couldn’t believe he’d married Becky last night. It felt right, though. She wouldn’t leave now. He would look after her.

Becky was sound asleep and didn’t look to be waking any time soon. His stomach growled and he glanced at his phone and messaged Jacob and Caleb, telling them he’d meet them for breakfast. Damon was going to eat, then he would tell Jacob what he’d done with Becky and hope Jacob wouldn’t get too angry. Jacob would forgive him when he saw how happy Becky made him and how good he treated her.

Leaning down, he brushed Becky’s hair off her face and kissed her. She moaned, “No more. Give me some sleep.”

He grinned as she batted his hand away and he slid it down her body. “I’m going to get some food, angel. I’ll be back.”

“Mmm.”

She was so beautiful with her hair in an array around her, her lips puffy from his kisses and her nipples peeking out from the covers. He was a lucky man.

****

Becky awoke to find herself alone in bed. Her body ached and she groaned as she felt the stickiness between her thighs. Great, just great—she’d had sex with Damon finally, but it had been unprotected. How could she have been so stupid?

Her head throbbed and she had to go to the bathroom. At least she was the only one in the room, although she should have expected that Damon would leave her once he got what he wanted. She thought Damon would have stuck around after last night. “Argh, I’m attracted to douche bags,” she moaned into the empty room. Why did he bother wooing her and taking her on dates if he was just going to flee in the morning?

She closed her eyes and took in a couple of deep, calming breaths. God, she sounded like a bitch. What was wrong with her? She didn’t act like this. This was supposed to be a fun holiday. She wasn’t meant to fall in love.

Crawling out of bed, she stumbled sleepily to the bathroom. She did her business, and as she washed her hands she squealed at the sight of a huge diamond on her ring finger. Then she looked in the mirror and all of last night that had been foggy when she awoke came flooding back to her. Oh God, she’d gotten married to Damon.

Looking around her, she freaked. Today was her last day on holiday. Damon may have been good at taking her out on dates and calling her his girlfriend, but Becky had known deep down that Damon wasn’t for her. She planned on going back to Australia when her visa ran out. Becky had fallen in love with Damon, but she knew the type of women he was usually with, and she was nothing like them. At least, she thought she wasn’t, but after last night she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Becky shook her head and sighed. Things wouldn’t last with Damon. She needed to get away before she did anything else stupid. How could she have let this happen? What had she done? She couldn’t be married, she barely knew Damon. She’d been planning her wedding since she was little. She hadn’t dreamed of marrying in a Las Vegas chapel. Tears slid down her cheeks and she brushed them away. Crap, what if he came back and told her what a big mistake he’d made? She couldn’t handle that. She didn’t know if she ever could.

Oh. God. Oh, God
. Damon was a slut. Since meeting him, it seemed like he slept with a different woman almost every night, sometimes more than one. Shit, shit, shit. She’d had unprotected sex with a man whore. God, she was an idiot. Becky needed to get away before she saw him again and made any more mistakes. Damon turned her into an insecure idiot. She hated that she loved him.

Finding her dress, shoes, and bag, she pulled everything on ran out of the room. She needed to get away. She needed to think. Becky needed to do a lot of things, like being tested. Fuck, fuck, did she really get married? Would she need a divorce? The fuckwit hadn’t even been there when she awoke. What a prick move. Her heart sank and tears blurred her vision. She needed to get away from the disaster zone.