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  Til Death Do Us Part

  Vegas Vows #6

  Harlow Layne

  TIL DEATH DO US PART

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  When I arrived in Vegas for my best friend’s wedding, I never thought I’d want to jump the wedding party.

  That was until I saw Everly walking across the hotel lobby.

  Sparks flew. Drinks were drunk, and all I could think about was getting in her in my bed and underneath me.

  When she asked, “What if I’m saving myself for marriage?”

  My dick had the solution.

  One stop at Cupid’s Wedding Chapel and I had a wedding band on my left hand and the woman I wanted in my bed.

  Now I was married to the maid of honor, and all hell was about to break loose.

  Contents

  1. Leo

  2. Everly

  3. Everly

  4. Leo

  5. Leo

  6. Everly

  7. Leo

  8. Everly

  9. Leo

  10. Everly

  11. Leo

  12. Everly

  13. Everly

  14. Leo

  Vegas Vows

  Enjoy This Book?

  Acknowledgments

  About Harlow

  Also by Harlow Layne

  TIL DEATH DO US PART by Harlow Layne

  Copyright © 2021 by Harlow Layne. All rights reserved.

  Edited by: Your Editing Lounge - Editor: Kristen

  Cover Design: Cormar Covers

  Photographer: Lindee Robinson Photography

  ISBN Ebook: 978-1-950044-16-0

  ISBN Paperback: 978-1-950044-17-7

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  Manufactured in the United States of America.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are use fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  1

  Leo

  Standing in the hotel lobby waiting for my best friend from college, I had no idea my life was about to drastically change.

  I squatted down to tie my shoe as I waited for my best friend to arrive at the hotel so I could check in, when my phone rang. Luke, my oldest brother’s name, flashed on the screen. For a brief second, I thought about not answering but then thought better of it. What if something had happened to Luke, Alex, or Mason? I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t answer because I wanted to party this weekend.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I asked as I stood up. Hiking my left foot onto the wall, I leaned back and scanned the area for Jordan and his fiancée, Camilla.

  “Just calling to see how my baby brother’s doing.”

  “Are you missing me already?”

  I’d stopped by to see Luke and his family on my way to Vegas. It was hard leaving them when I didn’t know when I’d get a chance to see them again.

  “I always miss you, but I wanted to make sure you arrived in one piece.” He chuckled down the line.

  “You mean Alex wanted you to check in on me.” While I knew my brother loved me, Alex was in nesting mode now that she was pregnant. Her big blue eyes welled up with tears when they dropped me off at the airport earlier in the day, and I knew the moment I was out of walking distance she likely shed a few tears for me as they drove home. Alex had a thing about crying in front of others. I didn’t understand it, but at least she could cry in front of my brother now.

  “Guilty. She’s worried you’re going to do something stupid while you’re in Vegas and throw your life away,” he whispered into the phone.

  “Tell my beautiful sister-in-law she needs to stop watching Lifetime movies. I’m not going to get caught on camera streaking through the hotel or anything like that.”

  “I hope not,” she shrieked in the background.

  Tipping my head back, I laughed until I saw a beautiful woman walk into my periphery. Her long blonde hair swayed just above her perfect round ass, beckoning me to follow her. Below that ass that I wanted to take a bite out of, were legs that went on for days. Scanning back up, I was greeted with a big pair of tits that I knew would fit perfectly into my large hands.

  “Leo?” I heard my brother call from my phone.

  My phone, that until that moment, I hadn’t realized I’d dropped onto the floor of the hotel lobby. Picking it up, I tried to speak, but couldn’t. Not when I finally spotted Jordan and Camilla and my dream woman was walking straight toward them.

  “Leo?” Luke shouted, breaking me out of my lust induced fog.

  Shaking my head, I answered. “Yeah, sorry, bro, I dropped my phone.”

  He laughed down the line. “Don’t tell me you’re already drunk.”

  “Not yet.” But I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had a drink in hand, and it would likely be that way for the entire weekend.

  Luke was speaking, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. All of my attention was on the party of three who were smiling and embracing each other. As if they felt my stare, they all turned and looked my way. Jordan’s face lit up, and he started to barrel toward me.

  “Luke, I need to go. Jordan just spotted me and he’s coming at me like a freight train. I’ll call you when I get to the airport in a few days.”

  “Have fun,” he called back before I hung up.

  I slipped my phone into my back pocket just in time for Jordan to slam into me. He patted my back like he was giving me the Heimlich, making me cough out a laugh.

  Sitting me back down, Jordan took a step back and looked me over. “Leo, my man. I swear you’re even taller than the last time I saw you. How is that possible?”

  I wasn’t sure how, but it was possible. I’d hit a strange growth spurt my last year in college and grew two more inches, making me the tallest Sandström in the family.

  I shrugged, looking him up and down. “Camilla looks good on you.” In school Jordan always had on a baseball hat to hide his overly long hair because he couldn’t be bothered to take the time to have it cut, and he never wore anything but athletic shorts and t-shirts. All in all, he was a slob. Now Jordan stood before me in jeans and a button-down shirt with his hair neatly trimmed. He looked like a new man.

  His hand smoothed over his hair as he grimaced. “I had to cut it for the wedding.”

  I wanted to comment on it, but Camilla sidled up to him and wrapped one arm around his waist.

  “Leo,” Camilla sing-songed my name as she waved over her friend who I was now guessing was Everly, her maid of honor.

  “Hey, Camilla.” I gave her a friendly hug as I eyed her friend. Now that she was only a couple of feet away, I was more drawn to her if that was possible. She smelled like a beautiful bouquet.

  “Leo, this is my best friend, Everly.” Camilla smiled sweetly at her friend. “I can’t believe this is the first time we’re all in the same room together.”

  “Hi,” I croaked out and had to clear my throat. “I’m Leo.” I went in for a handshake, but I guess Everly was a hugger. She wrapped her arms around me, and I was in heaven with her lush body pressed to mine and her sweet floral scent taking over my senses. I swore I heard her take in a deep breath and then let out a contented sigh before she released me and stepped back.

  “Are you ready to check in?” Jordan wrapped on
e arm around my shoulders and the other around Camilla. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to have some fun. This wedding planning business is hard work.”

  We followed behind the happy couple over to the check-in desk and moved off to the side when Jordan commandeered the desk by splaying his arms over the top. He rested his chin on top and grinned at the redhead, who blushed with each word he spoke.

  Camilla rolled her eyes and turned to us. “Don’t listen to him. I did all the work while he sat back and drank.”

  “I’m sure it will be beautiful,” Everly said quietly. Her voice was raspy and hella sexy, making me overcome with the need to hear it when she cried out my name as I slammed into her from behind.

  Fanning three envelopes in his hand, Jordan grinned at us. “I got our rooms upgraded to suites for free.”

  The temperature of the room changed in an instant as Camilla’s face turned a deep shade of red. I was surprised steam wasn’t rising from her ears as she glared at him. If Jordan didn’t do something soon, his fiancée was going to detonate.

  Placing her hands on her hips and jutting out her chin, she asked. “How did you manage to do that?”

  “Charm, baby. Charm,” he answered as he threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into the side of his body. “Nothing’s too good for my girl.”

  “So, your flirting days before our wedding is how you contribute to our day?”

  Everly’s eyes grew round as she took a step back from the happy couple. This wasn’t shocking to me. Jordan and Camilla fought all the damn time. The only thing that was notable in the whole experience was they wanted to get married. I thought by now they’d be broken up and moved onto other people.

  “Guys don’t plan weddings,” Jordan said with annoyance clear in his tone.

  “Whatever,” Camilla threw her hair over her shoulder and tried to plaster on a fake smile that was nowhere near successful. In fact, she looked downright miserable. “Now that we’re all together, what do you say we get a little pre-wedding tan by hanging out at the pool.”

  Shooting his hand in the air, Jordan called out. “I’m game if drinking is involved.”

  “Of course, you are,” Camilla said as she extricated herself from his arms and hooked her arm with her friend’s.

  “I know I could use some relaxation time,” I added, trying to lighten the mood.

  “I bet. I can’t imagine moving half-way across the world.” Jordan patted me on the back as we started for the elevator bank. “I’m excited you’re finally moving to the states and I’ll be able to see you more.”

  Everly looked me up and down. The corners of her mouth tipped up when she asked. “Where are you from?”

  “Sweden,” I answered, laying on my accent.

  “Oh.” She drew out the word. “I detected the accent, but couldn’t place it. I’ve never met anyone from Sweden before, but I have to say you do fit the bill of tall, blond, and handsome.”

  “God, Everly, could you be more rude?” Camilla glared at her.

  Everly scrunched her forehead up. “That’s not rude. I was simply stating a fact.” She turned to me. Her luscious tits were about to spill out of her top when she crossed her arms over her chest. “Did I offend you?”

  “I personally was not offended in the slightest, but I have to say not all people from Sweden are tall, nor are they all blond. In fact, one of my brothers has black hair.”

  I shot a glance at Jordan as we boarded the elevator and he shook his head, letting me know that Everly didn’t know who my brother or brothers were, which I appreciated. Not that I expected to see her much after the wedding, but I didn’t want to field questions about my brother the whole time.

  Everly’s brows rose almost to her hairline as she stood on the other side of the elevator facing me. “Have you ever considered that the brother with the black hair was adopted or has a different dad?”

  “Now that is rude,” Camilla shoved her friend with her shoulder and scowled.

  I laughed because we always loved to joke with Liam about how he didn’t look like the rest of us when in fact he did. It was only his hair color that made him stand apart.

  “It’s fine. I don’t mind. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and it won’t be the last time either.”

  The elevator dinged, and we all rushed out. I was hoping our relaxation time would chill out the mood of the group, or more importantly, Jordan and Camilla.

  “All of our rooms are on the same floor, but apart. I hope that’s okay. I didn’t think anyone wanted to hear what everyone else is doing, if you know what I mean.” He wagged his brows while the smirk on his face grew.

  “Oh yeah, I don’t want to hear that at all. Ew,” Everly turned and held out her hand for her keycard.

  Jordan gave us each our keys and pulled Camilla down the hall in the opposite direction. “Let’s meet down at the pool for lunch and drinks in say,” he looked down at his watch and then back up, “thirty minutes.”

  “You’re losing your touch if that’s all it takes,” I shot back and looked to see which way my room was.

  “Don’t worry about me. Worry about your own dick. When was the last time you got some?” he yelled before he disappeared around a corner.

  “Asshole,” I muttered.

  “Are they usually like this together?” Everly asked as she caught up to me.

  “In college, they were, or at least when I went to school with them. I’ve been gone for a year and I thought…actually, I thought they might have broken up, but when Jordan called me saying he wanted me to be here for his wedding and he was marrying Camilla, I assumed they’d be better.”

  “Well, you know what they say when you assume, don’t you?”

  “I do, but why get married if you’re always going to be fighting? I don’t want that when I get married.”

  “Maybe it’s the awesome makeup sex they have or maybe…I don’t know. I’m not that well versed in relationships to say.” She held up her keycard. “This is me. What number are you?”

  “1430,” I flashed her the number on my envelope as I took in her room number of 1425. “I’ll see you in thirty, downstairs.”

  First things first. When I stepped inside my hotel room, I stripped my clothes off and threw them in the corner. They felt diseased after the plane ride where someone had been coughing almost the entire flight. I’d be lucky if I wasn’t sick in a couple of days.

  Wanting to wash the grime of the trip off of me, I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I waited for the water to heat up, I found a pair of swim trunks, a pair of flip-flops, and a t-shirt to wear down to the pool before I hopped into the warm water and let it wash away my morning.

  Drying off, I tried to rush, knowing everyone was likely waiting on me. I’d stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, trying to get my body under control. I couldn’t be out at the pool sporting a semi for the world to see.

  A soft knock had me looking over my shoulder. It was too early for housekeeping to be coming by.

  “Sorry, your door was open…” Everly stopped in the middle of my hotel room floor and covered her eyes before she peeked out between her hands.

  I knew I should have covered up, but instead, I dropped my towel and turned to her.

  “Oh my,” she breathed out.

  Oh, my indeed. My once half hard cock was now saluting my unexpected guest.

  2

  Everly

  “Oh,” is all I managed to say as Leo’s very large and very erect cock pointed at me from a few feet away. My jaw dropped and my panties became incredibly wet when he became bigger right before my very eyes.

  He took a step toward me and asked. “Do you like what you see?”

  My traitorous body went against what my brain was telling me to say and nodded frantically as I squirmed in place, trying to lessen the desire I felt for the man in front of me.

  “Do you want to touch it?” I couldn’t see his face because I couldn’t take my
eyes off the appendage that I wanted to lick like a lollipop, but I could hear the smirk in his tone. Normally, it would have bothered me, but not in this case. Leo had every right to be cocky about said cock.

  He probably had a throng of women who he’d slept with over the years, who had altars in their homes for his dick.

  That thought broke me out of my haze. I didn’t want to be another notch on his bedpost or a check mark to his growing cult of worshippers.

  Stepping back, I turned and looked at his hotel room door. “I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I thought you’d be ready to go since you’re a guy and normally men seem to need zero point two seconds to get ready for most things. Naked wasn’t what I was expecting.”

  “I see. How did you think I’d put on my swim trunks? Over my clothes?”

  The laughter in his voice made my hackles rise, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. The only reason he was having this profound effect on me was because it had been far too long since I’d gotten laid. That tended to happen to women after a serial killer had been going around killing women in their own town. The odds of Oasis having another man going around killing its residents were slim to none, but it didn’t matter I didn’t want to be another statistic.

  “No, of course not.” I finally answered, still looking at the door. I hadn’t heard him move or try to get dressed yet, so I was keeping my eyes planted firmly away from his God-like body. “It’s been almost thirty minutes, and I thought you’d be dressed.”