Callen was wobbly as her ass was sticking out from her dress, riding up. Oh, and she’d lied. She was wearing britches, and not just her dignity.
Not far away, Chris was laughing as he and Ethan tried to direct Gene down the hall without falling down. No one should be walking in that state.
NO ONE.
Granted, it was amusing to see for Elizabeth, since she was being carried. In heels, she’d be crawling. So help her God, no one had better call with a case, or she was losing her nut.
Finally, with some miracle, they made it.
Now that they were in the room, it was all coming down to Ethan and Gene, and the evening’s plans.
They’d have to decide if they wanted alone time, or one big pile of bodies in bed.
It was dealer’s choice on a wedding night, and they all had to make that choice at one time or another.
If they wanted to be alone, no one would be upset. Callen, Chris, and Elizabeth would grab the second bedroom, and cuddle up for the night.
“If I drink any more, I’m going to be so freaking hungover,” Callen said. “I’m already borderline disorderly.”
That amused Chris.
“I have bad news for you, CJ. You’re going to be hungover tomorrow. When you were drinking out of the bottle of Jack and doing splits, that pretty much sealed that deal and set the pace. The Blackhawk boys and the hard stuff don’t mix.”
He snorted.
Yeah, tell him about it.
“I know. I was trying to convince myself, and failing miserably.”
Ethan found his brother amusing.
“The second Jack, Jose, and Jim showed up, I knew we were screwed. Blackhawks, and those three, don’t do well together. We’re either starting a fight, or fucking. Thankfully, we managed not to do either in the ballroom.”
Well, no fights had been had.
That was for damn sure.
As for tonight, that was anyone’s guess.
Speaking of fucking…
“It’s your wedding night,” Callen said. “You know the rules. You decide the sleeping arrangements. Oh, and it’s weird that we have that rule. Just saying.”
It was, but since they had more weddings than a normal couple, it was a necessity. Plus, this was a special moment, and no one was sure how it would go. This was new territory for all of them.
Gene was strictly gay, and Elizabeth wasNOTa man.
Ethan glanced over at Gene.
“What are you in the mood to do?” he asked, giving his husband the final say.
Ethan had sex with everyone in the room, so he was the one person who had the least conflict when it came to bed arrangements.
Tuck him between Gene and Elizabeth, and he was sleeping like the dead. Shove him between Chris and Callen, and he was out for the count. His brother’s perpetual boner never bothered him when he was drunk, disorderly, or ready to pass out.
Gene actually looked confused that the man was asking him that question.
“Do?” he asked.
