That.
Gene didn’t have to contemplate it long.
“I’m perfectly fine with having sex with Elizabeth, if she’s okay with one more dick in her. I don’t think she’ll get me off, but I’m going to have a good time either way.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
Oh, was that so?
Did he just insult her sexual prowess in bed? As the only one with tits?
No.
He.
Did.
Not.
Oh, he’d get off.
She’d make sure of that.
Since he’d gone there, in that case, she was going to have to show him exactly what she could do. It appeared that Genewas going to have her full attention on his wedding night. There was no doubt the men would understand that.
It was time to get acquainted.
“Don’t worry about Elizabeth. Worry about yourself, Gene, and I’ll make sure you get off.”
Ethan heard the tone in his wife’s voice, and he knew that she loved nothing more than a challenge.
A gay man in bed?
She’d convert him.
There was no doubt there.
“Oh, boy. You’re fucked,” he said, laughing. “You just challenged the queen, and when you do that, she breaks out all the stops.”
Gene went to say something, but before he could even get out the first word, Elizabeth sashayed herself right up to him, slipped her hand into his hair, and found his mouth.
And it began.
Taking her lead, Chris and Callen focused on Ethan, the other groom.
It appeared there was going to be a melee in bed as they gave Gene space to get acquainted with the only woman in their unit.
As Elizabeth kissed him, Gene let that feeling of love and calm wash over him. Instead of her being a woman, he focused on the fact that she was his spouse.
A protector.
A friend.
A confidant.
Gene focused on the way she loved him when she never had to do that.
That endeared her to him for the rest of his life.
