Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(75)
“Where are we getting married?”
I beamed back at him.
“Vegas.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
JORDAN
It was totally surreal to be landing in Vegas with my fiancé. Hell, I still couldn’t believe that Noah was my fiancé. Last time I’d made this descent, I’d been with my sister and her bridesmaids, never imagining how much one weekend would alter my life.
Besides Sophia, we didn’t tell anyone we were getting married. I told her on the same day we had a conversation about her buying out my half of the store, something I had worried she would be opposed to, but it turned out she completely understood. That was the thing about being partners with your best friend—more than anything she just wanted me to be happy. And that was Noah.
I’d played with the idea of inviting Meg, knew Noah had considered asking Easy to come out. In the end, it had somehow seemed right for it to just be the two of us. Dani had gone home for a few months to stay with her family, but considering the loss she’d suffered, I didn’t want to make a big deal of our marriage. I knew she’d be happy for me, but it felt wrong to ask her to attend the wedding. And there was something romantic about it just being the two of us, a memory we wouldn’t share with anyone else. Maybe later on we’d have a party with our families or something, but for now I had everything I wanted.
The wheels hit the runway, the plane bouncing slightly in a way that had me gripping the armrest and Noah smirking and muttering under his breath about bad landings. Flying with him had been an experience. I was a nervous flier, the type who jumped at every bit of turbulence, my stomach rolling every single time the plane hit a bump in the air. Noah was bored by the whole thing, but I figured when you flew like he did, anything else seemed pretty tame. I’d asked him inane question after inane question, occasionally gripping his hand when the moment called for it, until the captain announced that we were beginning our initial descent and I realized the whole flight had passed by without incident.
In booking our wedding weekend, I’d had the idea to re-create the weekend we’d met as much as possible, so when we checked in to our hotel, we ended up staying at the Venetian in the same suite where we’d first had sex.
Who said I didn’t have a romantic side.
Noah lifted me up in his arms, carrying me over the threshold with ease.
I grinned. “I think you’re supposed to do that after we get married.”
His mouth found mine. “I’m practicing,” he mumbled between us.
I leaned back slightly, fluttering my eyelashes, my tongue darting out to lick my bottom lip. I’d put a moratorium on sex the night before the wedding, but that didn’t mean we had to start just yet.
His eyes flared.
“In that case, I definitely think we should practice the wedding night.”
His hand settled on my ass, cupping, squeezing . . .
His voice sent a tremor down my spine that had my nipples tightening and a low pull settling in my belly.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
*
After we’d christened our room, we got dressed up and hit the Strip.
We’d decided to get married tomorrow to give ourselves a day to recover from the travel. The wedding might have been spur of the moment, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to look my best. I had the perfect dress, and an appointment to get my hair and makeup done at the hotel.
Noah took me to dinner at a fancy restaurant at Encore, where we ate a fabulous meal, complemented by an even better bottle of champagne. The whole night felt magical, and I realized how badly we’d needed this break from reality, how much we’d needed to make some time just for the two of us.
Afterward, he took me to Tao.
I grinned as we walked through the entrance. “Returning to the scene of the crime?”
He gave me a heartbreaking smile. “I’ll never forget seeing you dancing here. You were so beautiful, so full of energy. You looked like fun and trouble, and I knew instantly that I wanted to see that smile thrown my way.”
“I thought you looked like a badass,” I admitted. “A hot badass. There was something about you. The way you walked through the room like you knew exactly who you were and wouldn’t ever apologize for it. You looked like a man and it made me think that I’d been dating boys the whole time.”
He led me out to the dance floor, taking me to the exact spot where I’d been when we’d first seen each other. I was shocked that he remembered with that kind of detail.
“I thought you were the Chupacabra,” I told him, the confession escaping before I even realized what I’d said.
The corner of his mouth tipped up and my heart lurched. God, he was beautiful, and even more than that, it just felt good to see him smile after everything we’d been through. I’d dedicate my life to making him smile. To taking care of him. Loving him.
“Excuse me?”
His voice dripped with amusement.
“The Chupacabra. Legendary mythical beast indigenous to Latin America.”
His grin deepened. “You thought I was a beast.”
“A sexy, needle-in-the-haystack beast.”
“Well, that makes it better, then.”
My eyes narrowed. “Are you mocking me?”