They got engaged last weekend and tonight we’re celebrating.
“Air,” she squeaks out. “Air is important.”
Laughing, I set her down, but don’t move away. “What about me and you?” I ask her. “I thought for sure he was going to fuck it up and I could swoop in.”
Her gaze flits to Nick and a happy smile lights up her face. “Sorry. I guess you scared him into behaving.”
“Dammit, Galaxy. Of all the times to start listening to me.” I shake my head at him, but I’m so ecstatic I could burst. They’re perfect together and I’ve never seen my buddy so happy.
He loops an arm around Ruby’s waist. “Sorry, but, uh, I think you might have fucked this up on your own.” His gaze moves past me.
I look back in time to see Hannah lifting her eyes to the ceiling and fighting a grin. “Oh, no. Don’t mind me. We’re only married because I can’t hold my liquor.”
Nick barks out a laugh as I reach out and hook an arm around Hannah to pull her to me.
“Is that so?” I ask, digging my fingers into her hip.
She makes a soft, noncommittal noise.
But when I dip my head down and nuzzle into her neck while growling playfully, she giggles and melts into me.
She’s wearing jeans and a baggy sweater that hangs off one shoulder and her hair is up in a ponytail. The long line of her neck and that collarbone are too tempting. We barely made it out of the house.
“Excuse us,” I say to Nick and Ruby. “I need to get my wife a drink so she can make some more bad decisions.”
I pick her up and carry her fireman style to the kitchen. Shep and D-Low are hanging out next to the mixers and booze.
“Hello, boys,” I say to them and place Hannah on the counter. I stand between her legs and place my hands on either side of her, caging her in.
“Hey,” they say in unison to me, then, “Hey, Hannah.”
“Hi!” She chirps happily at them without looking away from me. “I’m not drinking tonight.”
“Too bad.”
“I still want to make some bad decisions though.”
“Say less.” My hands glide up her thighs and I press my mouth to hers.
I’m vaguely aware of the guys giving us shit in the background, but I don’t care. Only when Hannah pulls back do I stand tall and give the guys attention.
“You’re turning into D-Low,” Shep tells me as he hands me a beer.
“That’s a compliment.” D-Low lifts his drink to me.
I extend my beer toward him. “Cheers to public hookups.”
“Excuse me?” Hannah laughs. “There’ll be no hooking up on Nick and Ruby’s kitchen counter.”
“Don’t try to play so innocent.”
Her cheeks flush at the reminder of other times she was not so concerned with an audience, like the carnival. Best damn ride of my life. I wink and lean forward to brush another quick kiss on her lips. “I like you bad.”
Her small laugh tickles my mouth. “Is that so?”
“Yep.” I linger there, lips hovering over hers. “I like you bad. I like you good. I like you every which way I can have you.”
“Good because you can have me any which way.”
