West enters the barn wearing an expression much like a brewing thunderstorm as he makes his way to the bar.
“Dizzy kissing that agent got to him,” Rogue says.
“It seems that way.”
The agent left a few minutes after she slipped out of the barn. I glance around to see if she’s returned. With all that pink she’s usually easy to find, so the search is quick. She’s not here. “Maybe I should check on her.”
Find out why she was acting weirder than usual.
Rogue’s fingers dig into my flesh. “I’m going to need a kiss before you run out on me, wife-to-be.”
“My pleasure, husband-to-be.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
His hand leaves my waist to grip the back of my neck. It sends delicious tingles through my scalp and makes the always latent need in me flutter to life. He bows his head, and I inhale his woodsy cologne. I love the way he smells. Warm, strong, like the home I always wanted.
His firm lips brush over mine until I open for him. Then he consumes me. Erasing my desire to get up—unless it’s to go to bed. He takes his time tasting me. Teasing a whimper from somewhere near my toes and stealing my breath until I squirm closer to steal his.
He groans. “Stop wriggling, baby. Unless you want our friends to know what you do to me.”
I still, pulling back on my kisses until they become nibbles here and there. It doesn’t seem to help much.
“This is such a great party.” Bianca hip checks the table before she crashes into us in a tangle of arms, champagne bottlesthat spill icy liquid over us, and sloppy cheek kisses. “I’m glad you found her, Rogue. She’s the best, and only the best will do for our Rogue-o-licious.”
Her butt lands on his other thigh, before her weight lands on me.
Rogue grunts as the unfortunate erection I teased out of him catches the brunt of the impact. “Christ, Bianca. Can you get up?”
“Nope.” She giggles. “We’re in a three-way now. Remember how close we came that one time?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Bianca?” Rogue asks between gritted teeth.
He sounds so… defensive.
“Maybe this is the time, Rogue. Wouldn’t it be a hell of a wedding gift? You, me, your bride? We can finally cross it off our list.”
This woman I’ve become friends with, that we’ve invited to our wedding, almost slept with my husband-to-be? Wanted to sleep with my husband-to-be? No, still wants to. My stomach bottoms out. He never told me. “You wanted to have a threesome with Bianca?”
“No. It was a long time ago and—”
“Remember how much detail we used to go into?” Bianca leans in like we’re conspiring together. “Like the sixty-nine double oral. That’s where—"
“Bianca,” he snaps. “Shut your mouth.”
I’m not a prude. I know what she means.
With her gaze downcast, Bianca climbs off my lap. “Sometimes you’re so mean, Rogue.”
“You didn’t think it was worth warning me about this?” I turn on him.
“Baby, it was like a hundred years ago. I thought we were joking around.”
“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t tell me. You could have told me.” Instead, he let me believe the kissing photos online were only for the camera. And the only time she’d seen him naked was one time when they all went skinny dipping.
Oh!
“Did you really go skinny dipping? Or did you lie to me?”
“That wasn’t a lie.”
