“Baby, stop…” I hear Jasper mumbling under his breath, while Hancock smirks teasingly, continuing to pester him.
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed, you know that?”
Jasper, who is notoriously prickly andoh-so alpha, cracks a tiny, visibly smitten smile. But then he peeks at me, crushing it into a scowl that’s being betrayed by the flush in his cheeks.
I have to chuckle. “If you guys wanna bang out a quickie over in the corner, I promise I’ll only watch a little.”
Hancock snickers. Jasper looks unamused.
As if we aren’t all well aware by now that he’s bisexual as fuck.
“Don’t give me that look,” I tease. “And don’t act like you’ve never fucked in front of people. I’ve definitely seen you fuck more times than I’ve seen that cheesy little grin, Romeo.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grumbles. “Can we get back to work, please? There’s a super dangerous plan in motion here. I think that’s a bit more important than my goddamn love life…”
“Oooh! Look who has alove lifenow,” I croon, really just steamrolling him with shit, because it’s way too hilarious not to.
Look at how red his face is getting! Aww, Grumpy Bear is in love.
Hancock is grinning like the menace he is, though it’s clear as day that he also loves how squirmy this is making hisfuck-buddy.
“Alright, enough,” Jasper growls. “Jesus, we’re grown-ass adults with M-16’s, not kids passing notes in study hall.”
I purse my lips. “Rawr.”
“I know, right?” Hancock shakes his head, visibly shivering, rubbing his arms. “You realize the more defensive you get, the more it seems like you want me to move to Westchester with you and adopt twin rescue pugs named Dolce and Gabbana, right?”
I cackle out loud. Jasper is scowling so hard it looks like he’s going to fall down.
His eyes dip over Hancock briefly before he sighs out of forced irritation, whipping his jacket off.
“Here.” He drapes his coat over Hancock’s shoulders. “Hopefully I die of hypothermia so I don’t have to listen to this nonsense anymore.”
Hancock bites his lip to tone down his evil swoon face while I just shake my head.
“I’m gonna need a plus-two for the wedding.” I smirk.
“Just call Velle, please,” Jasper hisses at me.
Chuckling, I reach into my pocket. But then I frown. “Oh, shit. I forgot, I dropped my phone outside.”
“Want me to go look for it?” Hancock asks, not waiting for me to respond before he’s jaunting to the door.
“It’s over by the tree…” I mutter, distracted by handing Jasper the box of silencers.
“Right, ‘cause there’s only one,” Hancock sneers.
“Wise ass, the tree that’s straight ahead. Twenty feet and you’ve gone too far.”
He nods, opening the door and stepping out into the storm. The winds are so aggressive, they slam the doors shut behind him.
“You’re so gonna wife him up,” I continue with the poking. Quieter, because I’m not really teasing as much as I’m giving him an opportunity to finally be honest here.
We’ve all known each other a long time. We’re like family, and all teasing aside, you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide anything from family.
Jasper’s eyes slink to mine, and he grumbles, “What about this place makes you think that would be possible?”
I shrug, because he has a point. But then, that’s what we’re fixing to change with this whole plan.
