My throat tightens. “You got a wedding ring tattoo?”
“Two of them,” he groans, his breathing shallow, his skin clammy. “One for each of you.”
The sentiment hits me like a check into the boards—unexpected and breathtaking. I blink rapidly, trying to contain the emotion welling up. I’ve never seen him this way—vulnerable, open, raw. “Fuck, are you dying? Anything I should know?”
He places his hand on my chest. “Maybe a heart attack. Let’s not do this again.”
I can’t stop smiling. “You only get tattoo-married once, Coach. You’re good.”
Reece jerks upright, the ice pack slipping from his skull, and gives us that smug grin. “So, by your own logic, Aurora and I are tattoo-married.” It’s not even framed as a question.
“Congratulations.” I smirk. “You’re officially part of the harem. Welcome to the club. We go to bed at eleven p.m. and shower at nine?—”
“Nope.” He shakes his head adamantly. “I’m not showering with you.”
I ignore him. “Ethan enjoys two mouths wrapped arou—” The hand on my chest clamps over my lips, and I chuckle.
Best day ever.
Chapter 41
Aurora
“They’re here,” Sadie singsongs from her seat across from me. “Look at them. A bunch of damn heathens.”
My guys enter the restaurant dressed impeccably, sporting fresh haircuts. Ethan is in his classic black suit and white button-down, a flashback to the night we met. Jax is wearing the tailored charcoal-gray suit he wore to his last game, since that’s what he had packed.
Then, there’s Reece in all black—jeans and combat boots, his usual tight-fitting T-shirt under his leather jacket. He’s straight off the cover of an MC romance novel and so damn hot.
Still… “Did you want him in a tux tomorrow?” I ask his sister.
“No. Have you seen my fiancé? I don’t care what my brother wears, just as long as he’s here.”
Her fiancé, who drove us to the restaurant while the guys were getting ready, is also covered in tattoos, with messy jet-black hair and a beard trimmed along his jaw line. When they stand together—her delicate features against his rugged ones, her pale skin against his deep olive complexion—they make a gorgeous couple, drawing every eye in the room.
I sigh dreamily, satisfied to leave Reece exactly the way he is. “Okay.”
“I haven’t got a clue how you like three guys.” Harper adjusts Danny on her lap. He’s being shy with all the people here, his face tucked into her neck. “I can’t even stand one.”
“Don’t say that.” Sadie gives her a scowl. “You will, Harp. You just have to meet the right man.”
These two are night and day. Similar in appearance, opposites in personality.
Jax’s gaze sweeps across the dimly lit room, scanning faces until he finds mine. I rise from my seat and smooth down the silk dress that hugs my curves and accentuates my baby bump.
His expression transforms instantly—eyes widening, lips parting, as if the sight of me short-circuited his brain. That hungry, adoring gaze, the one he’s had since the day we met, never fails to make my heart flutter.
He breaks from his trance and strides toward me with purpose, weaving between tables and people. When he reaches me, he pulls me close and whispers, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Trying to make me bawl my eyes out in front of Reece’s family?”
Before I can formulate an answer, Ethan appears behind him, grabbing his collar and playfully yanking him aside. “Move.”
“Fuck it. Go ahead. I’m booking us a suite tonight,” Jackson mumbles, already on his phone. “This is some romantic wet dream shit right here.”
Ethan shakes his head in amusement then draws me in, his hand cradling my belly possessively. “You’re stunning. How are you feeling?”
“You clean up well yourself.” I lean in and kiss his cheek. “My feet hurt in these heels, but otherwise, I’m okay.”
He brings my knuckles to his lips. “Sit and take them off.”
