Blake wiped at his face. “Too late.”
Matthias moved over to take Killian’s hand. “We love you, too, Maverick.”
“We do.” Killian nodded in agreement. “And I wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with, either.”
Blake nudged Maverick’s arm. “You’re getting married.”
“I am.” Maverick’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh my God, I’m marrying Jackson. Today. In his parent’s backyard!” he exclaimed and then we were all hugging again, dragging Matty and Sam into the embrace.
Today was going to be perfect.
Chapter Forty-Five
Beau
Jackson and Maverick might have been the ones getting married, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Dean. The flowers in his hair. The way his tuxedo fit his lean body. All I could think about now was how I could get him alone so that I could whisper filthy things into his ear while I stripped his clothes off. Especially when Dean gave me a shy smile across the aisle where I stood as one of Jackson’s groomsmen. My heart thumped in my chest, and I vowed to myself to never hurt him again.
And it was a beautiful wedding. The moment Jackson saw Maverick, dressed in all white, with a crown nestled into his hair, the smile on his face never wavered. It was obvious that the two of them loved one another, and I hoped that they were always as happy as they were today. That Jax never had to say goodbye to Maverick again or suffer the way he had while they were apart.
Maverick might not be my biggest fan, but I wanted the same for him. He had every right to be upset with me. But he was Dean’s brother, and I wanted us to get along, no matter how long that took. I was going to prove to everyone that I wanted Dean as much as I said that I did. That I loved him, and he was my future.
“You and Dean Frost, huh?” Wyatt murmured next to me. He and Asher were still doing whatever the heck it was they were doing, but today they were behaving themselves. Acting more like bros than a couple.
I nodded. “Yep.” I wasn’t going to deny it.
“Wait, really?” Wyatt stared at me with wide blue eyes. “You’re together?”
I smiled as Dean turned to look at me again. “I love him,” I answered, and that left Wyatt speechless. Which was exactly what I had been going for.
I wasn’t hiding who I was anymore, which meant that I was going to talk about my sexuality without outright blasting it from the rooftops. I was too old for a coming out announcement, and I was going to be myself.
The ceremony finished, the pictures were taken, and we all sat around a large round table to eat, talk, and laugh. Dean sat to my right as he laughed at something Killian said, and I couldn’t help but reach over to touch his hair, my fingers inching to comb through the green tresses. It looked nice done up this way, but I preferred it down or pulled back into a ponytail. Dean turned to smile at me, his green eyes dark with heat, and I leaned forward to press a kiss against his temple just as Maverick huffed angrily.
“You said I could.” The look of happiness that Maverick had been sporting since he said ‘I do,’ disappeared when he pouted at his husband and folded his arms over his chest.
Jackson shook his head. “I never said any such thing, Mavs. You told me you wanted to burn down your parents’ house. You’re not doing that on our wedding day.”
“Why not?” Maverick played with the boutonniere that was pinned against his husband’s tuxedo jacket as he looked up at him from under his lashes. “It could be your wedding gift to me. The flames would be all romantic and shit.”
Jackson raised his hand to trace the gold septum ring in Maverick’s nose before he tipped his head back. “Maybe I already have a gift for you. Something much better than arson.”
“Here we go.” Killian rolled his eyes, but he broke into a smile when Maverick slapped his arm. “It’s sex, right? Your gift to him? Loud, kinky sex?”
Blake wiggled his brows. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He roared with laughter when Killian raised his middle finger at him.
Jackson shrugged as a smile tugged at his lips. “Could be. Or maybe it’s jewelry. Or something sexy for my husband to wear for me later.”
Maverick’s mouth formed a perfect circle, but when he went to speak again, Jackson placed a finger over his lips and then kissed him before he could say anything else. Dean leaned into me and reached over to grab my hand so that he could clasp our hands together.
“I could do it for you. Maybe as my gift or just because our parents are assholes. Anyone have a lighter?” Dean chuckled softly.
Over my dead body. “No, you will not,” I growled, and Dean’s pupils dilated. I tugged on his arm, and I didn’t care that everyone was watching. Dean climbed right up into my lap without hesitation.
“You’re such a dad.” Wyatt snorted. He and Asher hooted with laughter. “Am I wrong?”
Dean sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “No, you’re not wrong.” He flashed a shy smile around the table at everyone. “It’s kind of hot how alpha daddy he can be.”
“Blech, gross.” Killian wrinkled his nose and mimed throwing up.
