“Yes, that’s right. Do you remember stripping out of your pants on the dance floor?”
He laughed. “We must not have gotten arrested, because we didn’t wake up in jail.”
I smiled. “No, we didn’t. When the bouncer headed our way, I pinched the fuck out of your leg and told him something had bitten you. Thought it was a scorpion.”
He burst out laughing. “That’s how I got that bruise! I thought it was from the truck.”
“Nope. It was me. Do you usually get that drunk when you go out?”
He shook his head. “No. But I hadn’t been feeling good, so I took some cold medicine before we left the room. I wasn’t going to waste an epic night feeling like crap.”
Shifting in his seat, he furrowed his brow as he looked at me. “John, why do you keep asking me about Vegas? Did I do something or get myself in trouble that I don’t remember?”
I couldn’t lie to him. “We definitely did something. No trouble, or anything like that.”
Brent’s smile fell away as he looked at me. “What did we do?”
Right as I started to tell him, our flight was called for boarding. I stood, ready to board when priority boarding for military members was called, but Brent caught me by the arm.
“That’s why you’re here in Portland, isn’t it? What did we do, John?”
I looked him in the eye, then leaned closer. “Let’s board and I’ll tell you everything.”
I walked away from him toward the gate, hoping he was following me. The attendant scanned my boarding pass and I walked on, stopping before I entered the jetway to find him.
I watched as he charmed the gate attendant with that heartbreaking smile, then walked toward me. He motioned for me to go on, so I proceeded toward the plane. We found our seats in 1A and 1B and stowed our bags in the overhead compartment. When we were seated, Brent leaned closer.
“Tell me we didn’t do something really stupid.”
I shrugged. “Depends on what you consider stupid. I wouldn’t say it was stupid. I’d like to think it was supposed to happen.”
Brent considered my words, then froze in his seat. “We didn’t.”
I smiled and kissed his cheek. “Oh, we did, sweetheart. You’re a married man, Mr. Langdon.”
CHAPTER 12
BRENT
“Fuck me. That really happened?”
John went wide-eyed and laughed. “I wouldn’t make that up.”
I sighed and ran a hand over my head. “I seriously thought I dreamed that. I woke up with a massive headache and you were gone, I honestly thought it had been a nightmare. Who gets married and leaves no clue behind when they split?”
“Oh, it wasn’t a dream, and I didn’t split. I got deployed.”
Deployed? Holy fuck. “How did I miss that?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckled, leaning closer. “You were dead to the world after we fucked the last time. And I have to say I was thankful. I couldn’t get it up after three times and the begging was unattractive.”
I laughed and shoved his shoulder. “Fuck off. I didn’t beg.”
“You did. Multiple times. When we went back into the club, you kept going on and on about how it was the best sex of your life. And every time someone got close to us on the dance floor, you told them, and I quote, ‘that big dick is all mine.’ You even covered my crotch with your hand and told one guy we were getting married. So I gave you what you wanted.”
Holy hell. I rubbed at my temples because I remembered saying that. “I said it would be cool to have a permanent fuck buddy.”
John continued to laugh at me. “Yes, you did.”
