Late Night Caller (Vegas After Dark #2) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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“I do. Give me a second to compose myself.” My hand cups her neck. I rub my thumb along the apple of her cheek, watching as she gathers her thoughts and says her vows. “I, Journey Hayes, take you, Nico Donotello, to be my husband, to love and to hold you, to honor and obey you from this day forward.” A smirk plays around my lips as I watch her eyes dilate while she uses those words. My hard cock that finally subsided perks right back up, an unfortunate circumstance seeing as where we are.

Priest Bianchi takes the moment to say, “By the powers invested in me, the state of Nevada along with St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Journey’s eyes close. My lips move to hers, and I take them with fiercely, showing her and everyone around us exactly what we need from one another.

SIXTEEN

Journey

I had no idea after the fast-track of our wedding ceremony that it was time for me to make my grand appearance as Nico’s wife. We received congratulations from my family and our friends, Enzo making an appearance afterwards. I almost questioned why he wasn’t at the reception but saw the slight shake of Nico’s head when I went to say something. The subject was dropped. Next came even more champagne. I took a few sips because I already had a glass before the ceremony, a toast of sorts from Celeste, my future sister-in-law, who is the absolute best in every sense of the word. She fits in with our family like a puzzle piece, gives Wylder hell, and is an amazing woman all around.

“How’s Tyra doing?” I ask Celeste in the kitchen while my eyes scan the display screen on the camera, looking at the images she snapped of us. I make a mental note on which ones I’ll want framed, ones that won’t work, and which ones to email my parents while they’re on a short vacation in the mountains. Literally, a last-minute trip that had them booking a flight, heading towards Montana. Wylder and I joked that they were going to buy a house out there and retire. Before, I was okay with that. Now, I’m not so sure. They’ll miss out on so much, like today, future children, and so much more.

“Eh, she has her good days and bad days. I’m trying to set her up on a date, but she doesn’t want to, says she’ll stay single until Von is grown. It’s hard enough to co-parent with workaholic Mace, and she can’t imagine bringing in a bonus parent.” I put down the camera, turn it off, and grab my champagne flute to take another sip.

“That’s too bad. It seems both our besties aren’t looking for anything. I tried to convince Delaney that he and Pierre would be a match made in heaven. He denied the invitation before I could get all the words out of my mouth.” I blow out a puff of air.

“They’ll figure it out, or we’ll make them,” Celeste suggests. Wylder comes up behind her, arm going around her shoulder, and they kiss one another. I never thought I’d see the day when someone lassoed my brother. I’m glad it was Celeste.

“I’ll drink to that.” I take another sip, finishing off the champagne in my glass. I don’t want any more on an empty stomach. That’s all I’d need on my wedding night, to be worshipping the porcelain throne when what I really want to be doing is worshipping Nico, or vice versa.

“What are you two drinking to?” Wylde asks.

“Nothing that we’re going to tell you, brother o’ mine,” I respond before Celeste can, causing her to giggle. Wylder can’t stand to not be in on the joke.

“Whatever. You two gluttons almost ready?” I’m confused. Nico makes an appearance from the garage; he and Enzo were in there talking, I’m sure about business I’m not privy to.

“What’s going on?” I whisper to my now husband as he stands next to me. His hand slides long my outer thigh until he places it on top, thumb sliding beneath the hem of my dress.

“Enzo’s going to grab the Suburban. We have dinner reservations with our friends and family at Wylder’s hotel and casino. Security is top notch there, so you can relax and be yourself. After that, they’ll do their own thing. Then it’ll be the two of us. Your choice on where we go and what we do, in a manner of speaking.” Nico gives me carte blanche. An idea forms in my head after he gave me the go-ahead during our vows.

“I think I owe you something important that goes on a certain finger on a certain hand after our vows.” I raise my eyebrows at him. Nico gets it, completely. His ring is on my finger, and I want my ring on his, a statement of sorts. I’m no idiot. Nico Donotello is sex personified with his dark roguish and muscular appearance. He dresses like the mafia businessman he is and garners looks from women and men alike. “A ring for you. I’d like that to be our first stop, then I don’t care what we do. But I know you’ll be going to work tomorrow, and I’d like for you to be wearing it.”


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