91 – Joey
The lights, the smell, the dry heat.
I leaned against the door of the car, my head out of the window a little, as Alex took us toward the hotel where we were staying.
Never in a million years did I ever think I would be in Vegas.
It had been a dream of Jake’s and I… now it was a reality for Alex and me.
As we drove, every now and then, there would be the sound of a church bell ringing out and I’d grin. Someone had gotten married.
“It’s so pretty.”
“If you say so.” Alex replied, and I turned back to him, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, come on, Alex… It’s beautiful.”
“I know of something–someone, more beautiful than the whole of Vegas.” He smirked, reaching out, taking my hand. “But if you think it’s pretty, then it is.”
I beamed with the compliment he’d given me. It had been alien at first, his comments on how beautiful he found me. But the more he said it, the more I believed him.
“How long are we staying?”
“Yuka is flying out tomorrow, with Oliver and Yasu. He told me this morning; we don’t have to rush. So, I was thinking… a week?”
I blinked. “A week? We’re going to be in Vegas for a week?”
Alex turned his head to me for a second, before he turned his attention back to the road. “Am I going to regret that? Is my bank account going to suffer?”
I reached over and slapped his bicep, and he chuckled. “Asshole.”
I looked out the window again and marveled at the lights. It was bright, and flashy and I knew there was a seedy undertone to it all, but I was part of the Takada Yakuza clan, seediness had to be something I got used to being exposed to.
Alex pulled the car into the valet of the hotel we were staying at and he climbed out and came around and opened my door. Helping me out of the car, he went to the trunk. He pulled out our cases and turned to the concierge, handing over the keys to the car, in exchange for a ticket.
We walked into the hotel, checked in and made our way up to our room.
“Oh my god…” I walked to the window and stared at the view, before turning to Alex. “This would have cost a fortune.”
“Wouldn’t know.” Alex said, leaning against the side of the sofa, watching me. “Yuka paid for it.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I turned and looked at the view again, it was spectacular. We could see the streets below, lit up with their neon lights. We could see the ranges in the distance, lit up by the setting sun. It was magical.
“Joey.”
“Hmm?” I turned and my eyes went wide. “Alex… what are you doing?”
He’d stripped off his shirt and was standing in his black dress pants. He smirked and stepped toward me and my stomach flipped at the beauty of him. “Remember our first night together?”
“How can I forget.” I mumbled. “You were the first guy to show me I wasn’t just the fat chick.”
Alex frowned.
“You’re not fat, or chunky, or large. You are perfect.” He stopped in front of me and tilted my chin up. “And you’re mine. Now and always. I will always love you, no matter what. Forever.”
I stared
up into the dark abyss of his beautiful brown eyes and I could feel tears filling mine. “Be careful, Alexander Kazumi, those words sound almost like marriage vows.”
Alex smirked, leaning in, kissing me softly, so his lips barely touched mine. “Do you want them to be?”
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I pulled back and stared up at him, my heart racing. “Alex… Don’t tease.”
do you want to get married?”
I took a step back and stared at him, trying to figure out if he was kidding or not. Was this a joke? Was this- “Alexander…”
“Yes or no, Jolene?”
“I’m not teasing, doll.” He leaned in, kissing me again, softly, achingly slow. “I am asking you,
“You’re not kidding.” I watched as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a teal box and sank to one knee. “Oh my god…”
had “Jolene Brewster, I love you. More than anyone in this whole fucked up world. You have stuck by my side, when you every right to run. You’ve accepted who I am and have loved me for it, even when it almost cost you your life…” Alex’s voice
you, have was becoming rough and my hands lifted to my mouth, as he continued. “I want to spend the rest of my life with babies with you, grow old with you.”
Tears were running down my cheeks, and I knew if I tried to say anything to him, I would start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Will you marry me?”
I didn’t say a thing, instead I threw myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and knocked him backward. The ring box went flying across the carpet, as Alex’s arms wrapped around me, and we kissed on the floor of the hotel room. He rolled us over, so he was on top and Alex buried his head against my neck, “I take that as a, yes?”
I pushed him up a little, so I could look into his eyes. “A million times, yes. Over and over again, until I can’t say it anymore. Yes. Alexander Kazumi, I will marry you.”
Alex kissed me again, thrusting his hips against mine. “Bedroom, or here?”
I arched my back as he kissed along my neck, down toward the top of my breasts. “Here…”
He moved down my body, opening the buttons of my sundress as he went, kissing my exposed skin, until he was at my hips. With quick movements, he had removed my panties and buried his face against my pussy; licking and suckling at my clit.
My back arched further, as Alex took me over the edge and I cried out, threading my hands through his hair, as I orgasmed.
“Alex!”
He slowly moved back up my body, kissing as he went, and he whispered in my ear. “I am going to spend the rest of our lives, making you orgasm, just to hear you scream my name.”
I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he thrust his hips against my sensitive pussy. “Looking forward to it.”
Alex chuckled and lifted himself from me. He stood over me, staring down at the way I lay, with my dress and legs open. “As much as I would love to just go hell for leather with you on the floor…”
He reached down and helped me to my feet.
“I think the sofa will be more comfortable for you.”
Alex guided us to the sofa, and he sat on it, undoing his pants. He pushed them down, exposing his erection and sat down. “Come here, doll.”
I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock and tipped my head back, and started to rock my hips.
“Fuck…” he moaned, his hands gripping my hips, and I started to move faster. “That’s it doll… come on… give me another
one.”
It didn’t take long, my orgasm building quickly, and I gripped his shoulders, lifting myself a little and Alex took over. He lifted his hips, ramming up into me and I moaned as I orgasmed again. “Oh, Alex…”
“Fuck…” Alex grunted, grabbing my hips and holding me down onto his, and I felt his pulse, releasing into me. “Joey…” I collapsed against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, as his breath came in short, hard gasps. “Holy shit…” “Just like the first night.” I said, kissing him.
“Better than the first night, because I know I can do it every night.”
“Oh, now you might be pushing your luck.” I giggled and he chuckled. “So…”
I looked at Alex. “So… what?”
“When?”
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“When what?‘
“When do you want to get married?”
I turned my head and looked for the little teal box. It lay on the floor, discarded, and I climbed from his lap and did up my dress, as I walked over to it. Scooping it up, I took it back to Alex and sat next to him. He’d tucked himself back into his pants and as I sat, he put his arm around my shoulders.
Opening the box, I stared at the ring.
It was huge.
“Alex…” I looked up at him. “It’s too bi-”
“Nope, don’t say it. It’s perfect and shows you how much I love you.” Alex plucked the ring out of the box and picked up my hand, sliding it onto my finger. “And it shows everyone else how much I love you.”
I stared at the four–carat cushion–cut diamond ring and smiled.
Was it flashy? Yes.
Was it a little over the top? Also yes…
Was it perfect?
Damned fucking right it was.
“You never answered my question either.” He said, nipping at my ear, and I giggled.
“Tomorrow.”
He pulled away and looked at me. “Tomorrow?”
I nodded, smiling up at him. “We’re in Vegas, Alex. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
Alex chuckled and lifted himself, going to the counter near the door, before returning with his phone. He winked at me, as he pressed a couple of buttons, and I squinted at him.
What the-
“Ollie, she said yes. It’s on for tomorrow. I’ll text you in the morning.”
He hung up and tossed the phone to the side and looked at me. I stared at him. “What?”
“How long have you been planning this?”
Alex chuckled, putting his arm around me again. “Marrying you? About three weeks after you moved to New York… I bought the ring, just before you went back to Miami, I was going to ask that night, at dinner…”
I looked at the ring, then to him and slapped his chest. “You asshole.”
Alex blinked. “Wha-”
“If you had told me, I would have stayed.”
Alex closed his eyes and tipped back his head. “I’m sorry.”
Sighing, I leaned against him and turned, curling up against him and I could feel the pull of sleep. It had been so stressful the last couple of days, “It’s okay. I love you anyway.”
Alex wrapped his arm around me, and murmured, as he started to nod off as well. “I love you too, Jolene.”
