He kissed me on the cheek and sat down, grabbing Langston’s beer right out of his hand and taking a drink.
I took a drink to hide my laugh at the disgusted expression Langston shot him. “You two are adorable.”
They both turned to me with unamused expressions.
“We’re not adorable,” West said, giving Langston back his drink. “We’re….”
“About to kill that motherfucker at the bar if he doesn’t stop eyeing our girl,” Langston grumbled.
A serious expression replaced West’s dimpled smile. “Which one?”
“Stop it, you two,” I cut in. “He’s probably trying to figure out our dynamic, not looking at just me.”
“He wants what’s ours,” Langston muttered as he took another sip of his beer while death glaring across the bar.
“Or wants to join in?” I said with as straight a face as I could muster. “How do you two feel about adding to our group?”
Both heads whipped my way with raised brows. I couldn’t hold back a second longer; the laugh that was desperate to escape erupted, making the table next to us turn our way. I slapped a hand over my mouth, attempting to quiet myself.
West sagged in his chair. “Funny, sweet cheeks. Very funny. You had me there for a second.”
“Like I need more,” I chuckled. “I already have two slightly obsessed?—”
“Remove the slightly,” Langston added.
“Protective—”
“Add in over-the-top,” West chimed in.
“And practically perfect in every way men.”
“While I don’t agree with yourMary Poppins-coined description of us, I do agree that we’re all you need.”
“Forever,” Langston said before downing the last of his drink and watching me over the glass rim. The heat in his eyes made my breath catch and stomach flip. “We’re all she’ll ever need. We’ll make sure of that.”
Holy hell, who knew being claimed by someone like these two would be so fucking hot instead of suffocating andterrifying? Forever seemed like a long time, except when it was referring to the three of us together, just like this.
Then it didn’t feel nearly long enough.
23
LANGSTON
“Why the fuck are you sharpening your knife?”
I dragged my stare from the dangerously sharp blade to West before returning to the monotonous task. It was the only thing I could think to do to lower my blood pressure and calm my pulse since Juno left for the bridal shower.
“Never know when you’ll need to use it, so I might as well keep it in pristine condition.”
West snorted, shaking his head before turning to face out the window again. He had stood sentry there for the last thirty minutes, watching out the glass panes for Juno to return. Our little hotel room was less of a room and more of a shoebox with a queen-size bed. I eyed it for the hundredth time, wondering how in the hell we’d all fit on the thing later.
“She should’ve been back by now,” West complained, crossing and uncrossing his arms in his clear agitation. “The thing ended at four so everyone could leave to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.” He turned and tossed his hands in the air. “We should’ve gone with her.”
“To a women-only bridal shower?” I arched a brow and shook my head. “You’re the one who told me to cool it with the overbearing shit.”
“We could’ve waited outside or something. Fuck, you could’ve done your stalking shit and just hid in the shadows.”
The blade clicked into the hilt. West was worked up, that was for fucking sure. I watched him pace from one window to the other. He continued to rant under his breath about us being lazy with her safety and how we should go after her. It was when he started talking bad about himself that I knew it was time to end the toxic shit.
