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.