Once the kids go to bed, there’s nothing I want more than to snuggle up with Layla, eating s’mores and watching a movie under the stars.
For show, of course.
“Finally. Adults!” Peter comes over to us with his partner, Nash.
“You do know there are adults here, right?” Layla gives her brother a hug.
“They’re all dealing with their children.”
“Good to know where you stand on having kids.” Nash laughs.
“I just can’t take the sing-alongs. A song about dancing fish is going to be stuck in my head on repeat.”
“You have something against this song?” Sean ambles over to our small group, grabbing a marshmallow and popping it in his mouth.
“Yes,” Peter is quick to answer.
“You know, you could just leave,” Sean laughs.
“No way. I made hot chocolate vodkas for us. I want to test them out.”
“I’m sure they’ll be great, Peter.” Nash drops a kiss on his temple.
“If they’re anything like that vodka we had the other night, I’ll try anything,” I tell him.
“Glad you two enjoyed it. Maybe I’ll have to send some with Layla the next time she visits.”
“You will,” I tell him.
It’s already hard thinking about this thing being over. Fuck. I shouldn’t be so enthralled with Layla. We’re only here for a few more weeks. But damn if I haven’t imagined feeling those curves of hers without any clothes. Or what it’d be like to slide into her tight, wet heat.
I shift my pants, trying to hide what this woman is doing to me.
“You doing okay over here, mate?” Sean moves over beside me and hands me a drink.
“Doing great.” I clink my bottle against his. “Cheers.”
“I’m sure you are. Now that you actually get to spend time with your fiancée.”
“Be grateful you don’t have to do long-distance.”
“Fecking hell, I couldn’t do a day away from Ellie.”
Sean and Ellie are so sickeningly in love, it normally would bother me. But not tonight. Tonight it’s easier to handle because I have Layla on my arm.
“We make do.”
“You’re a better man than I am.”
“Drinking on the job?” Mason asks.
“I have tomorrow off.”
“Good man. Don’t want you hungover on the job.”
“That’s Pierce’s job.”
“What’s my job?” Pierce asks, joining our small group.
