“Sorry. Thought about you rubbing me, and my brain broke.”
The voices on the lanai get louder, and because I’m boring at every given opportunity, no matter how much I try to fight it, I pull out my phone and check the time.
Nearly there.
“Still staying with me tonight?” The husky hope in his voice doesn’t just make my clit tingle.
It also makes my heart tighten. “Yes.”
“Even if your parents see?”
I shiver. That won’t go over well and I know it. But Ican’tlive for them.
And I’m frankly horrified that I ever treated Theo the same way my mom still does. “Even if my parents see.”
He presses another kiss to my neck, and this one comes with a gentle suckle that turns my nipples inside out and makes me want to skip dinner entirely.
“Promise me you’ll eat,” I order.
“I’ll eat you.”
“Dinner, Theo.”
“I’ll eat you for dinner.”
I sigh.
He gives me one last squeeze. “Thank you for worrying about me, Laney.”
And then he’s gone, heading back to the kitchen where he’ll get zero credit for saving the night.
No, that’s not true.
I’llgive him credit.
I’ll give him all the credit in the world.
And I’ll be counting the minutes until I can do it in private.
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Theo
In the interestofnotlooking like the guy who’s saving the wedding that he doesn’t want to happen, I leave the kitchen in the capable hands of the temporary staff and head to the lanai in a fresh Hawaiian shirt.
I hang with the Sullivan triplets across the way from where all of the mothers and bridesmaids are squealing over Emma and each other, and when they ask if I want to get together later to play hot pineapple—aka hot potato, but with pineapples and a lot of alcohol and some truth-or-dare mixed in—I decline.
I want to say yes.
But I don’t want to be the reason anything goes wrong. Not this close to Emma’s wedding.
She’s ushering everyone to their seats so that dinner can be served.
The triplets head to their spot at the front tables with the rest of the wedding party and the parents.
I duck to the back to sit with Uncle Owen and Aunt Brenda and a few guys I knew from high school who flew in to celebrate the happy couple.
“Wanna bet which one of the triplets throws food first?” Uncle Owen says.
