“No,” I said quickly, sliding my fingers into his hair to guide him back to where I wanted him. “You better not stop.”
He laughed softly, his breath warm on my skin. “Bossy tonight.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” His lips brushed along the base of my stomach?—
Buzz.
Buzz.
“Christ, our brothers are needy,” Theo said, before nuzzling into the cropped curls and pressing a kiss there.
“So am I.”
With the way our phones lit up in sync, it could only be the group text thread, and when it buzzed yet again, Theo sat up and snatched his phone off the table.
“Someone better be dying.”
I shook my head. “Too soon.”
He opened the thread and shared the screen.
LUCIEN
You two might want to check the news…
LACHLAN
You idiots are trending.
KING
Reminder: We have a “no fraternizing on red carpets during active gunfire” rule. Apparently we need a refresher.
BENOIT
Do we need to schedule a press conference or a wedding? Just checking.
ALESSIO
For the record, I had “they’re fucking” on my bingo card a long time ago. They’re way behind.
LACHLAN
Fuckin’ hell, Cooper said, and I quote, “America is entering its Slutty Prince Era, and I, for one, support it.”
I hate you both.
Theo clicked the link they sent, and it opened to an article with the headline:
Are America’s Son and the Prince of Monaco More than Friends?
It was followed by a photo of the two of us on the red carpet what seemed to be moments after the shooting, with me cupping Theo’s jaw as he looked up at me like…
Well, like he was completely, madly in love with me.
Theo glanced down at our hard-ons and back at the photo, a smirk on his lips. “More than friends, huh?”
