Lex takes off, and I spot the three of them in what looks like a dance-off.
“I’ve already got what’s mine,” Skyla whispers hot into my ear, and my dick perks to life. “Now what’s this I hear about us moving toEmma’s?”
“What?” Bree is the first to protest. “Hell no, you can’t go.” She wraps an arm around Skyla, tight. “This girl right here is staying withme.”
“Good news travels fast.” I’d laugh, but it shouldn’t surprise me that it’s true. “Logan and Liam are going to help me get the house in order. We’ll be in our own home before you knowit.”
Her eyes linger over mine a moment too long. “And your mom’s house is closer.” She sounds as if she’s trying to talk herself intoit.
Bree lifts her top and flashes the two of us, snapping us right out of that danger zone my mother seems to throw us in each and every time. “How do you like myboobs?”
“Shit.” I close my eyes, trying to get the image of her huge nipples out of my head. Over the years, I’ve seen more of Brielle Johnson’s body than I care to admit. Mostly that has to do with the fact I was the one who delivered Beau into this world—in a parking lot, behind a hotel on prom night. It was one event—and one exaggeratingly large vagina I will neverforget.
“They’re new. I had them lifted. Drake says he likes the size, but I might gobigger.”
“No,” Skyla scolds. “They’re prefect. Cute and perky just likeyou.”
“Hear that?” Bree drips over Drake and nearly takes him down in the process. “Skyla likes my boobies just the way they are! But don’t you worry. I’m still committed to taking the best care of myself for the rest of my life.” She winks Skyla’s way. “We girls need to keep it hot—in and out of thecovers.”
“Dude”—Drake pulls back and examines his bride—“I don’t care what you look like when we’re going at it. I think of other chicksanyway.”
Bree squeals with laughter as they head off toward thecrowd.
“And who says romance is dead?” I steal a kiss from my own bride, and we share a quick laugh. “Coop let me in on who’s down in the Transfer withWes.”
“Oh my God!” She bounces on her toes. “The Lakenknockoff?”
I give a slight nod. “He gave us a hint; she’s a thorn in Laken’s side, and I could easily say the same for you. We haven’t seen her inmonths.”
Her mouth opens wide. “Kresley? That dumb,dumbbitch.” She closes her eyes as if she’s actually sorry for her. “I hate to say it, but she’s really put herself indanger.”
“Why? Did Chloe tell you somethingnew?”
She gives a slight nod of her own. “Wes has a dick the size of a telephonepole.”
“Skyla.” I tip my head back andgroan.
“Kidding!” She plants a kiss on my lips and slips her tongue into my mouth playfully. “You’re the only one with a dick wildly out of proportion aroundhere.”
“As it should be.” I give a self-satisfied smile. Skyla and I are back to normal, and this is how I like it. No tension, no grief from any of our mothers, just the two of us messing around like a couple of teenagers. “Coop also knows what you and Chloe are up to.” She winces as I wrap my arms around her. “He offered to tell me, but I thought I’d get my info from the source. Does the source feel like coughing up info anytime soon?” The smile drops off my face because there are some things I can’t fake around Skyla, and how I feel is one ofthem.
Skyla opens her mouth, her gaze still locked onto mine, and a thumping sound emits over the speakers. A series of spotlights circle the ceiling before slowly migrating to the back of the grand room where a mock stage is set up. Everyone in the vicinity turns their attention in that direction as the music picks up to a sultrybeat.
Brielle charges at us. “Get over here!” She snatches Skyla by the wrist, and they take off through the crowd in search of front row seats. I spot Logan and Coop and head in theirdirection.
“You tell him everything you know?” I offer Coop a playful shove, even though we’re well aware I’m serious asshit.
“I heard enough.” Logan crosses his arms as an army of scantily dressed elderly women dance into the room. The blonde snaps up Drake, lands his face in her cleavage, and the crowd gives an approving cheer. An equally scantily dressed group of men slip in behind the girls, and the beefiest of the bunch pulls Skyla up on stage with him. These dudes are young, and buff, and both of those facts have me glaring at the one currently holding my wifehostage.
“Figures.” Logan leans in. “Bree fed her to thewolves.”
Coop’s chest thumps with a quiet laugh. “She should get used to it. Chloe’s about to do the samething.”
And just like that, my anger flares up. I’m so sick of Logan and Coop and their self-righteous put-downs of the woman Ilove.
“That’s my wife, and I support her,” I say it out loud at completely the wrongtime.
The beefed-up dude takes Skyla’s hand and helps himself to a nice massage right over that massive hump in the crotch of his loincloth. It takes her less than five seconds to free herself and hop off thestage.
