Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“I’m only nervous about something not going right because our mother is a type A neat freak. A perfectionist. It’s kinda annoying, even if she means well, but other than her stressing me out, I’m not at all apprehensive about marrying Owen.”
Diesel claps his hands, grabbing all of our attention, as usual. “I just had the best fucking idea ever for your payback dare.”
Riley groans, and I roll my eyes. “Of course you do.”
“Payback dare?” I inquire as I sip on the last of my drink.
“Yeah, the asshole dared me to do that amateur stripper show last night, and now it’s time for my revenge,” Diesel explains, rubbing his palms together.
“This ought to be good,” Riley provokes, putting both of his arms behind his head.
Diesel flashes a devilish smirk that even makes me concerned. “You—” He points at Riley. “And you—” Then he points at me. “Get hitched in Vegas.”
I start laughing as do the other girls, but Riley just scowls and shakes his head at Diesel. What is it with guys always having to one-up each other?
“That’s not a dare.” Riley scoffs.
“You know what happens if you don’t do it!” Diesel taunts. “Or do I need to remind you like you so nicely reminded me?”
“Uh…” I interrupt. “What exactly happens if you pass on a dare?”
“Don’t ask—” Riley begins, but Diesel cuts him off.
“He—”
“Fuck off.” Riley shoots him down again. “I’m not bringing Zoey into this.”
“Well, let’s ask the future Mrs. Bishop, shall we?” Diesel turns toward me with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t you want to help this hunk of a Southern man, total gentleman, and from what I’ve heard—a great lay—go through with his dare so he doesn’t have to pay a hefty fee? Or plan B— baring his ass to the whole city?”
“Oh my God, he said it…” Riley’s head falls back on a groan, making me laugh at how embarrassed he is.
“So every dare you pass on equals showing your ass?” I ask.
“That was part of the original rules, but as we got older, we decided money was a better punishment. So if you don’t do a dare, it costs fifty dollars for every year we’ve been friends. We’ve been best friends since I was five years old, so we’re up to eight hundred bucks now,” Diesel explains. “And your boy is cheap as fuck when it comes to dishing out cash, so he always does the dare instead of paying up. Neither of us has ever passed.”
I snicker at the way they give each other shit. But then I look at Riley, who looks fucking irresistible. “Okay!”
“Okay, what?” he asks, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“Let’s do the dare!” I jump up. “C’mon!”
Riley whips his head back and forth between Diesel and me. “For real?”
I hold out my hand, arching a brow. “Unless you’d rather pay up or moon us all?”
“Dude, you better marry this one before I do!” Diesel shouts, standing next to me.
Riley pulls me in to his arms and kisses me hard. “Lead the way.”
We make our way down the Strip and find a 24-hour wedding chapel. The guy at the counter, Marcus, explains the package options, and we opt to buy wedding bands there. We don’t go overboard or do anything fancy, so our ceremony is a quick five minutes with standard vows.
“I do,” I say, smiling like a fool.
“I do,” Riley repeats, grinning at me just as wide.
When we exchange rings, I’m shocked we’re doing this. Then Marcus announces we’re married, and Riley kisses his bride. Me. He wraps his hand around my neck and pushes our mouths together for a white-hot kiss. By the time we break apart, I’m seeing stars.
My sister and her friends cheer loudly as we walk down the short aisle hand in hand. Diesel’s smiling like an idiot.
After we sign the marriage certificate, Riley scoops me up and kisses me.
As soon as our Uber arrives, Riley sets me down and opens the door for me. After we’re inside, Riley shouts out the window. “Diesel, find somewhere else to sleep tonight!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been invited to the bachelorette suite!” he calls out with his arm around Chelsea. I nearly die of laughter because I can totally see the two of them hooking up.
The booze from the past several hours continues to rush in my veins as Riley leads me into his hotel room. We don’t even bother with small talk. The moment the door slams shut, Riley pushes me against it and claims my mouth.
“Fuck, Zoey. I’ve wanted to do this all goddamn night long,” Riley hisses against my ear as his hands make their way down my body and cup my ass. He grinds himself into me, and I feel how hard he is when he pulls me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed.