Blake blushed beet red. “You want to have a talk about sex right now, Hampton?”
“No,” he snarled as his ears burned pink.
“You sure? Because I think I remember the time I heard you screaming Matty’s name—”
Killian slapped his hand over Blake’s mouth, and Maverick and I laughed.
He pointed a finger at them. “No one talks about him, got it? Not like that, not ever.” He turned his attention back to Blake. “If I remove my hand, you had better not even mention a word about my fiancé and our sex life, or I will remove your tongue and feed it to you.”
“You’re so touchy.” Blake held up his hands, palms first, when Killian growled.
“Respect Matthias, Blake, that’s all I ask. Just like Tom told me I needed to do for you when we were kids.” Killian glared at Blake until he was forced to look away.
“You’re right, Kill. I’m sorry.” Blake nodded. “I know you love him, and I won’t do that anymore.”
“Jesus Christ, I thought you two were going to start dueling,” Maverick muttered, and when Killian snorted with laughter before throwing his arms around Blake, I couldn’t help but join in.
I untangled myself from my brother and hugged Killian and Blake. “I think that the four of us should go out. Like an unofficial band breakfast. When was the last time we did that? No boyfriends, fiancés, or soon-to-be husbands.”
“But—” Killian started to object.
“No, Kill. Not even Matthias. I think you can survive a couple of hours without him. He’ll be fine. Let him hang out with Jax, Tom, and Helena.”
Killian pouted. “Fine.”
“You’re so whipped,” Blake teased, only for him to bare his teeth at him.
Maverick clapped his hands happily. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Killian rolled his eyes, then lunged forward to hug me again. “I love the three of you like brothers.” He winked at Maverickbefore he reached over to grab him, and then Blake wiggled in so that the four of us were embracing. “For the record, I still think that this is the worst idea ever.”
“Whipped,” I coughed and then bolted inside the house before he could say something like Matty was his ride or die or whatever. Because even though it was true, and we all knew it was, I wanted to find my ride or die. And once this wedding was over and I was back home, I planned to start looking for them.
Chapter Forty-Two
Beau
Iwasn’t sure what I was about to walk into. But when my sister texted me and told me that Dean was in a really bad place, I made the decision to come talk to him earlier than expected. I had gotten into Canfield yesterday, flying in with Sam, and thought maybe I could find Dean before the wedding. Tell him what an asshole I had been. How sorry I was, and that I loved him. Somehow, the decision was made for me, and I couldn’t have been more grateful.
At least Dean was smiling right now. Laughing as he had breakfast with his bandmates. He looked happy. Not depressed or sad like Sam had said in her text, but then again, he might be pretending so his friends didn’t notice. He was stunning, with his green hair piled on top of his head and wearing a faded t-shirt that clung to his lean frame. I took a deep breath, stepped inside and headed toward their table, catching the end of their conversation.
“Maybe she could cut mine for me. I don’t like it this long anymore.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper as he spoke. “He did, though. He liked it long, which is why I was growing it out, but I don’t think—”
Over my dead body. “Don’t cut it. This look suits you.”
Eight pairs of eyes turned to stare at me, and Killian looked like he was ready to commit murder. Yikes, I guess he knew what I had done.
“Dean.” I itched to hold him. Kiss him and tell him how I felt. “Can I talk to you a minute?”
For a brief second, I thought he was going to say no.
“I’ll be fine, Kill. Put your knives away,” Dean assured his best friends as he climbed to his feet. He didn’t say a word as he followed me outside. “Make it quick. My friends and family are waiting.” His nostrils flared as he stared at me with anger in his eyes.
Ouch. “I deserve that,” I told him.
“You don’t deserve anything from me,” Dean hissed, and I saw the red in his eyes. His pinched and exhaustion that he carried. I had done that to him. Again. “What you did... You lied to me. But then, I was the stupid one who believed you. Fool me once, right?”
I shook my head. “I’m so sorry, Pink. I never.... I don’t know how to get you to believe me.”
