Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

in the hell happened last night? And why am I sleeping with two men again?”
    Jackson opened one eye halfway. He saw a streak of purple hair in a sea of blonde, and a memory tugged his conscious. He didn’t know about any wedding rings, but he could answer why she was in bed with two men. He didn’t, however, know at all what had happened last night. He tried to call up memories from the night before, but nothing came.
    Wasn’t she the dish from the bar last night? The purple strands of hair had captured his interest both last night and right now. He wanted to know her. If only she’d lose the aghast expression covering her lovely face. At least she’d stopped shrieking.
    “What?” he croaked. Why was his mouth as dry as the Sahara? Shit . How much did they drink last night?
    He brought his hand up and rubbed it down his face, trying his damndest to wake up. And then he saw the matching wide gold band on his left hand. What the fuck!
    “Oh my God, you have a ring, too. Did we get married last night?” Her piercing tone matched the one dancing in his head. But she was so fucking sexy, he had a hard time forming words.
    “Shit, Jackson, I leave you alone in Vegas for a couple of days and you change our lives.” Derek slid from bed on the other side. It was the first Jackson realized that his best friend was even in the room.
    “I actually don’t remember too much about last night,” Jackson admitted.
    The flash of gold on his finger seemed so foreign, and yet so familiar. A quick flash of his slipping a smaller gold band on her finger filtered through his memory. They’d been laughing. Happy to be putting rings on. Joyous in the occasion. Fuck .
    Jackson suspected they were already married, Vegas style. He slid the ring around his finger a couple times wondering why he didn’t feel the tremendous weight of responsibility and dread. He glanced at his bride. Her expression was as shrill as her voice. He couldn’t really blame her. But again he was stunned by her luscious, sexy face, body, and scent.
    She worried the ring around her finger a couple of times. “Honestly, I don’t remember getting married. Not a single detail.”
    “I vaguely remember the chapel.” Jackson tried to remember anything else.
    “Wait.” She paused after she spoke. “I think I remember the chapel, too.”
    “Shit.” She put a hand to her forehead and gazed into his eyes as if searching for a way out of whatever mess they’d gotten into overnight. “Was the minister an Elvis impersonator?”
    “Maybe,” Jackson replied trying desperately to recall a slim grasp of any shred of memory. “I think I dreamed about a slicked back, shiny pompadour.”
    Derek laughed out loud. “Are you telling me, that you two got so drunk that you really got married?” He laughed again and exited the bed. “Awesome. I love Vegas.”
    “Not funny, Derek.”
    “Maybe you just bought rings. There’s no problem here, unless of course you find a doubly signed marriage document, right?”
    Jackson slid from his side of bed and checked his messy belongings. He straightened them slightly as he searched for clues. Nothing. He grabbed his discarded pants from a pile on the floor wondering why he hadn’t at least folded them before tossing them on the ground. He shot his hand into a pocket. Nothing.
    Then he tried the other front pocket. He felt paper and closed his eyes. He pulled the paper out, hesitating the need to look. But he had to see. He unfolded the paper and flattened it out against his thigh. He scanned the formal document noting one very sloppy but recognizable signature on the bottom. He read a name from the top. “Alexis Sherwood?”
    Her shoulders slumped in the bed as she watched him read from the most important document they’d both signed in the last twelve hours. He turned it around. “Or should I say, Alexis Cordell?”
    Jackson stood there with the foreign document in his hands. A marriage license he never expected to have in