395 Weekend in Sin City 11

"OK. What should we do until then?"

Quentin arched his eyebrow and half-smirked. "Twenty minutes is a long time. What do you want to do?"

Brianna's breath hitched when she realized that he wants them to make love. Well, she wants to do the same. She smiled. "I have a few ideas, but twenty minutes is not enough time."

Quentin started unbuttoning his shirt. "We can make it quick."

"Do you really want our first time as an engaged couple to be quick?"

"Hmm…", Quentin hummed while inching closer to Brianna. "Let's think about it as an appetizer."

Brianna giggled.

Quentin was about to embrace her, but she dodged him and dashed into the bedroom.

He looked after her helplessly. She was playful and laughing which is good, but then she ran away which is not good. Which one is it?

"I don't know if you are avoiding or inviting me.", Quentin said while looking anxiously at the door of the bedroom.

"Take it any way you want!", Brianna shouted back and in the next moment, the dress she was wearing a second ago flew out through the door.

Quentin smiled and rushed into the bedroom because that was definitely an invitation.

Quentin found Brianna bending while removing her panties. She was wearing only a black lacy bra and the image in front of his eyes made Quentin's throat dry in an instant. He needed something to quench his thirst, and there was only one thing that can satiate him.

Quentin grabbed Brianna around her waist and pulled her to face him. She stepped backward on an instinct, and her back slammed against the wall.

"Allow me to serve you an appetizer, my Goddess…", he murmured close to her ear before placing a kiss on her neck.

Brianna extended her arms to hug him and she was disappointed that he is not in sight, but that lasted only for a moment until she realized that Quentin is kneeling in front of her and lifting her left leg to rest on his shoulder.

Her whole body shivered when she felt his breath caressing her skin as it traveled low on her abdomen, and she gasped when he bit the inside of her thigh, close to her core.

He lifted her left leg to rest on his shoulder and slowly spread her already wet folds with his fingers.

Brianna's head banged the wall behind her when his tongue flicked over her engorged peak and she gripped his hair as he explored her with his tongue thoroughly.

No one ever explored her as Quentin. His tongue, fingers, and every other part are made for pleasuring a woman and he knows exactly how to push Brianna to the edge of ecstasy and to make her float there until she screams for a release.

Quentin sucked and licked diligently while increasing the pressure with every next flick of his tongue.

Brianna cried as the orgasm ripped through her. She stared blankly at the ceiling while gasping for air and wondered if he has any intention to stop.

Quentin stood up and swiftly unbuttoned his pants, pressing Brianna against the wall, and with his kiss she tasted herself and the metallic flavor of his blood which told her that his lip was bleeding again, but she was too high to care. Her body was buzzing, and she held onto Quentin for support.

Her shaky legs wrapped around his waist as he made his way inside her, bringing upon her another storm of pleasure.

She wanted to tell him that he is amazing and that she loves him, but only gasps escaped her lips.

Brianna's arms rested on his shoulders and her fingers clutched his hair as he rammed himself inside her without any mercy and she wouldn't want it any other way.

…

For dinner, they fed each other and exchanged kisses.

Both Quentin and Brianna were naked, sharing one bedsheet that covered their crotch areas loosely.

She touched a bruise below his left shoulder. "Does it hurt?"

He denied it. "Nothing hurts when you are next to me."

Brianna shook her head in disapproval. "Don't fight like that, OK? If Max and Hunter were not there, it would be dangerous. I don't want to lose you."

Quentin smiled and continued feeding her.

"What kind of a wedding you want?", Quentin asked Brianna between bites.

Brianna's eyebrows shoot up. "I didn't have time to think about it."

Quentin thought it's not a big deal. "I don't mean now. Did you ever imagine your perfect wedding? I heard that girls like to dream about those things."

Brianna thought for a second before responding. "Maybe as a girl, I would imagine princess-style in a castle with thousands of guests and glitter everywhere. But eventually, that girl grew up and became more practical."

"Tell me about it.", Quentin insisted, and he lifted his hand, indicating to Brianna that he does not want another bite. "I'm not asking for all the details, just your current thoughts. I want to know your thoughts about everything. If there is something that is upsetting you, I will fix it if I can, and if I can't, I will get someone who can get rid of whatever is causing you grievances. I only ask you to tell me if something is off, don't keep it in. Starting today, my official mission in life is to ensure your happiness and if for our wedding you demand a castle and thousands of guests, I should start looking for a castle to rent… and probably a wedding planner. Or do you want us to buy one and live in it?"

Brianna laughed while thinking how he is silly. "Nothing like that."

She stopped laughing and looked at him with sparkles in her eyes while reminding herself that Quentin asked her a question and he is expecting an answer. She needs to speak up or risk him guessing her thoughts and of course, he might get it wrong.

"I am happy, Q. I would like our wedding to be with people who will be happy about our happiness. There are no thousand or even a hundred people who fit into that category. If I need to pick, I would go with Mia and Liz. The two of them are with me through thick and thin, and everyone else would either have an ulterior motive or show up in the hope to get some gossip."

"What about your family?", Quentin asked.

"They are not necessary. For years, we are drifting apart, and I don't feel the connection. I know that I should make an effort to reconnect with them, but I don't think that our wedding is the right occasion to mend broken relationships. Maybe after the wedding, we can visit them and share good news over a meal, but that's it."

Quentin nodded in understanding. He knows that Joseph loves Brianna, and he is trying to be a good father, but it seems that Brianna and Joseph have a different definition of what a good father is supposed to be. And she is even more detached from the rest of her family.

"I feel the same, Bri. You know that my relationship with my family is non-existent, and from friends, I have Max. Hunter is OK as well."

Brianna caressed Quentin's cheek with her palm, and he leaned into it.

"There you go.", Brianna said. "I guess that for us to get married, we need Mia, Liz, Max, and Hunter and we are all set. Mia can be my maid of honor and Max will be your best man, and in that way, both couples have some role, and no one feels neglected."

Quentin covered Brianna's palm with his and looked into her eyes dreamily. "Let's get married."

"I thought you asked me that and I said yes.", Brianna reminded him and lifted her left hand in the eye-level to show the engagement ring.

"No. I mean… Let's get married NOW."

Brianna was shocked. "Like… now-now?"

Quentin nodded in confirmation. "We have our guests present, and this is Vegas. People come here to get married."

Brianna shook her head. "You are crazy."

"You said that you want to marry me."

"Yes, but…"

"No buts.", Quentin interrupted her. "Now or next week or next month… is there a need to wait? Will you love me less? Or do you plan to change your mind?"

Brianna felt anxiety swell inside her. Things are happening too fast.

"Well… no but. What's the rush? Can we at least sleep on it?"

Quentin smirked. "I don't know about sleeping, but in the morning we are getting married."

"You are pressuring me."

Quentin didn't deny it. "I'm doing that from the day you decided to run away from me, love. Tonight, finally you said 'yes', and I have no intention of letting you escape. I love you desperately, profusely, and you are everything I ever imagined a woman should be. Marry me, Brianna. I want us to return to Seattle and continue the rest of our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Quentin Reynolds."

Brianna inhaled a shaky breath. "OK."

"Say it clearly. I need to hear every word. And if you don't agree, I expect to hear a reason why."

Brianna was sure that she is being reckless, but since she met Quentin, her life flipped upside down and she wouldn't want it any other way. "OK, Quentin. Let's get married."

Quentin grinned. "In the morning, we will pick rings and I will find us a chapel. Or if you want a dress, you can go and pick one with the girls and I will find us rings."

Brianna could not believe that she agreed to this craziness. "We can tell the others over brunch."

Quentin wanted to hug her and kiss her, but considering that they are naked on the bed, that hug will probably escalate into lovemaking. He checked her plate and saw that it is half-finished, and she is not eating anymore.

"Are you done with food?"

Brianna placed her plate on the cart that is next to the bed.

"Yes. I am done with food, and I am ready for my dessert.", Brianna said and bit her lower lip playfully while her gaze moved over his exposed torso. "I want to eat you and make the most of this one night with my fiancé because it seems that tomorrow my fiancé will be gone, and I get to sleep with my husband."

Quentin approved. He kept his plate on the cart next to Brianna's and he was surprised when Brianna pushed him back on the bed.

He saw her moving lower on his body and he hissed when she took him in her mouth.

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