“I’d rather see you in a tux than a tutu.”
Donovan’s eyebrows popped toward his hairline. “Are you sure? I’d look damn fine in a tutu.”
And just like that, relief swamped him. He had known Donovan Jameson for most of his life and the man wasn’t the sort to say things to placate people. Tate doubted he would be happy about a tutu, but he got the gist.
“I want to marry you,” Tate told Donovan, sliding his hand over his muscular forearm. “The sooner, the better.”
“In Vegas?”
He nodded. “With Reilly and Brady.”
Donovan kissed him. It was a soft, lingering press of his lips, but Tate swore he could taste Donovan’s relief.
When he pulled back, his light green eyes seemed brighter. “Do you have a day in mind?”
“April,” he said off the top of his head.
“April. Why April?”
“Because it’s between now and June.”
Donovan laughed. “So is March and May.”
“Yeah, but April gives us time to plan.”
“April it is. Do you have a day?”
“The first Saturday.”
Donovan’s smile grew wider. “I like it. Have you picked out a place?”
“Not yet. But we will. I’ll get with Reilly.”
Donovan ran a finger down Tate’s jawline. “You and Reilly plan the wedding. Brady and I’ll take care of the cost, as well as the accommodations.”
Tate nodded because he wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Now that we’ve got that outta the way…” Donovan banded his arms around him, pulling him closer as he leaned back. “Let’s make out.”
Tate laughed, but he didn’t argue. He could spend eternity making out with this man and never tire of it.
Donovan’s lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Just make sure you’re quiet. You don’t want my employees to know I’m doin’ wicked things to you in my office.”
“Neither do you,” Tate said, his cock thickening.
“Baby, you should know by now I don’t give a fuck.” He brushed a hand over Tate’s hair as he peered up at him. “I can’t get enough of you, and I don’t care who knows.”
Tate didn’t ask Donovan to prove it.
But the man did anyway.
***
Stone stood on Ethan and Beau’s frontporch, waiting for someone to answer the door.
Beyond the wood, he could hear children laughing and the deep rumble of a male voice. He couldn’t make out whether it was Ethan or Beau, but whoever it was sounded happy.
A second later, the door opened, and Beau appeared. He had one kid on his shoulders and one on each foot.
