“Maybe we can cut the wedding party,” Blade said.
“But they’re so excited,” I groaned, resting my head in my hands.
Blade rolled over and pulled me back down onto the bed with him. Ever since last weekend when I had told him in no uncertain terms that sex was off the table, he had respected my boundaries. It would have been easier to resist him if he had continued pushing. Instead, he opted to rest his head against me, snuggle up next to me, or otherwise make himself as gently loving as possible.
My inner sex goddess was quickly turning into a demon. Every time Blade did that sweet thing that he was doing now where he just wrapped me in his strong arms, I just wanted to push him on his back and straddle him and ride his cock. Being that close to his body and not being able to take advantage of it due to my own stupid rules was making me crazy.
“I don’t think you can cut your brothers out of the wedding party,” I said. “We have to make a big show of family and togetherness.”
“I am moving my entire company to Harrogate and will be neck deep in brotherly togetherness in a few months,” he said. His eyes were closed, and his head was resting against my stomach.
I wanted him to kiss me then kiss lower, but he seemed perfectly content to lie there like that. I, however, was about to combust.
“Those dresses are going to look nightmarish,” I said. “I wanted a nice picture.”
“At least your dress will look pretty,” Blade reminded me. “You can just pose with the ring bearer and flower girl for the official portrait.”
“I don’t suppose you can bring one of your little sisters in,” I said absently.
Blade jerked away from me. “We should probably get ready. The party starts in a few hours, and I need to go home and help with my brothers.” He swung his legs off the bed and went to the bathroom.
I was hurt that he had pulled away from me.
You pushed him away first,I reminded myself.
* * *
The Svensson housewas like a balloon ready to burst. All of Blade’s brothers from out of state had come in.
“You have a lot of brothers,” I said in awe, staring at the nearly identical tall, broad-shouldered, blond men milling around the house. They were arguing with each other, playing with the younger Svenssons, and discussing their businesses. Some of them had already started drinking, and Hunter yelled at them that it was only ten a.m. and to stop acting like heathens.
“Blade!” they chorused when they saw him. He was swarmed by his brothers. I felt pangs of heartache and envy that my family would never be that happy to see me.
Blade introduced me to the brothers I hadn’t met before. I wasn’t sure if I was even going to remember half of the names.
“That’s great that you all came in.”
“Oh, this isn’t everyone,” Blade told me. “None of the Seattle guys are here.”
“Filthy traitors!” one of his half brothers yelled out, and he was met with a chorus of cheers and raised beer bottles. Weston banged his beer bottle on the one his brother Carl was holding, causing it to froth up and spill all over his hand and the carpet.
“I just had this place cleaned,” Hunter complained.
“That’s why you need to clean after they come by,” Greg said.
“Crawford didn’t come?” Blade asked Weston quietly.
“We do not say the name Crawford in this house!” Greg boomed.
Liam crossed himself.
Greg glared at him. “This is not a joke.”
“But Crawford’s going to be all alone on this auspicious occasion!” Liam said.
“He made his bed,” Greg said with a scowl.
“Ida is hosting the party at her house,” Blade said to me with a frown. “Did anyone mention to her that my family was coming? How is everyone going to fit?”
