Peace fills me and I slowly sway with him, dancing to nothing but the joy I never knew was possible to experience. “You and I make a damned good team, baby.”
He grins. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”
I pinch his ass, making him giggle. “You’re not dreaming.”
Jordan’s smile fades as he stares up into my eyes. “What if he never comes to like me?”
“He likes you, baby.”
“You know what I mean, Leo. What if—”
I kiss him again. “This is forlife. I’m not letting you go unless you tell me you’re leaving. AllIneed is for you to say you belong to me, and that you’re my boy. I promise that we’ll figure the rest out as we go.”
He nods. “I belong to you, Sir. I’myourboy. Forlife.”
It literally feels like a weight’s lifted from my soul. “Good. Now let’s get ready. I can’t wait to see you in that tux.”
* * * *
The bracelet easily tucks under the cuff of Jordan’s dress shirt, which I secure with a pair of my own cufflinks because he doesn’t own any. Something borrowed, and all that. Right? It is kind of a wedding.
A hell of a reception party, too, huh?
Sure, it’s not for us, but it’sstill. Comeon. We’ll damn sure never forget the date.
He smiles as he shakes his right wrist a little. “I can feel it under there.”
“Good. That was my goal.” I pull him in for one more kiss, mindful of the time. “Let’s finish getting ready.
Fortunately, I long ago learned how to tie a bowtie. I tie his first, then mine. Then I hold his jacket for him to help him into it. I love helping him and Elliot get dressed.
It’s a happy accident Jordan and I emerge from our room almost at the same time Elliot emerges from his, his bowtie hanging loose around his neck.
I’m sure I’m smirking when Elliot turns to me and patiently waits while I tie it for him. Some other time, I’ll teach Jordan how to tie a bowtie so he can be there for Elliot in the instances that I can’t.
Elliot looks goddamnedamazing. So does Jordan.
My boys.
Well, my boy and my pet. My men. I love them so much.
Elliot’s gaze is focused on me while I tie it for him. “There you go,CongressmanWoodley,” I softly say.
From the way he suddenly shifts position a little, I know he just got hard. His lips press together as he tries not to laugh. He damn well knows what I did.
On purpose.
“Thank you, Sir,” he softly says.
I know how he means it, too.
“You’re very welcome.” I tip my head to him and he tips his back.
We join Shae, Chris, and Kev, and they also look fantastic. The photographer gets pictures of everyone before we leave Blair House, including one of me and Jordan together. It’s the picture I wish I could have of me and Elliot but I’m sure that it might trigger questions, meaning it shouldn’t happen. It would damn sure give Elliot an ulcer.
Besides, his sister’s practically glued to his ass again, and she’s giving me and Kev dirty looks for limiting her access to him today.
I’m certain shells going tattle to Elliot about us, claim we’re being mean to her, but screw it. I have every confidence in Elliot, and I don’t need him defending me to her. Kev damn sure doesn’t need Elliot’s defense. Elliot has far more important issues to focus on now than his jealous little sister’s zeal to use his influence to help her with her career and social standing in DC.
