Ren is resting his chin on his hands. “Give us a show, boys. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I amnotfucking in front of you,” Jasper huffs while Hancock grinds on him.
“No, yea, please… don’t.” I bite my lip, attempting to stow my appreciation for these two hot, barely clothed dudes with severely impressive bodies grinding on each other right in front of me.
Because I’m getting married tomorrow and it’s not right.
But I mean… it’s fine to watch, isn’t it? It’s my sort of bachelor party…
Hancock gives Jasper the shove back until he’s seated on the step, then straddles him.
Okay… fuck.
When it starts getting a little too hot, they wrench apart and clear their throats.
“No more,” Hancock, rumbles.
Jumping up, he adjusts himself, helping Jasper up. Jasper grins, pressing a kiss on his jaw.
“You’re too cute for real life,” he whispers.
“Awww!” Ren croons. “You fuckers better hope I don’t find out where you’re going after this, because I will follow you.”
They simply shake their heads while Byron and Luthor clap for their little strip show ruined by their boundless chemistry. And then we all jump up, and dance like weirdos toDancing With Myself.
It’s amazing. A purelyperfectnon-bachelor-party.
But in the back of my mind, I am sad Dash missed it.I just hope he’s okay.
Later on, I’m stepping out of the shower when Lemuel staggers into our bedroom, swaying a little as he kicks off his shoes.
I’m immediately grinning. “Want, are youdrunk?”
“Absolutely not,” he rumbles, crashing into the dresser while attempting to get out of his shirt. “I may have had one or two…”
Chuckling, I tease, “No way!”
He grins at me; one of his wide, beautifulLemuelsmiles, reservedexclusivelyfor me. “I love you, Felix. I cannotwaitto be your husband.”
“Same, baby,” I murmur, wiggling in anticipation while he comes to me, grasping my face.
I’m ready for him to lay a soft, fully devoted kiss on my lips. But when it doesn’t happen, I meet his eyes to find him frowning. Which makes me frown.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Felix… we’re about to be married,” he sighs.
“Are we?” I smirk.
He purses down his amusement. “Be serious, sick boy. We’re going to be committed to one anotherforever. And I was thinking about what Rook said the other day… about honesty.”
I gulp, a sudden yucky feeling slinking up my esophagus.
“He was right,” Lem goes on. “We need to be completely honest with each other. The last thing I ever want is to go into our marriage holding anything back. So, in that spirit, baby… I need to come clean about something.”
“Lemuel, you’re scaring me…” I mumble.
Seriously. I’m not even breathing.
