Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
It reminds me of the way Jackson can still get me going even after all the time we’ve shared together.
I never thought a man could have that kind of effect on me.
Hell, I never intended to give a relationship another shot, but Jackson swooped in and changed the game.
Changed me.
Not that I wasn’t amazing already, but it was like when he came into my life, something inside me opened right up to let him in…in more than a dirty-innuendo sort of way. I had finally allowed myself to become vulnerable. I didn’t just want to give him my body—I wanted to give him my heart.
He already had that, though. If anything, our wedding would celebrate everything we’d become…together.
Trav nuzzles Gary’s cheek, and I say, “Seriously, Travis, I will hand him over and you can fuck his brains out in like five minutes. I just need to finish freaking out over here.”
Travis’s brows pull together. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so stressed over something before.”
“Then you’ve never seen Derek land a Grindr trick after dinner at a Mexican restaurant,” Gary teases.
“You guys aren’t helping!”
I can tell by the way their eyes widen that my response surprises them. Hell, surprises me too.
“Sorry, sorry. Just…a lot going on in my head. Worrying about the rehearsal tomorrow night and the after-party, then the catering, the ceremony, the events we have planned, the cake…the vows…the fucking vows that I haven’t written…the—”
“Okay, okay.” Gary steps behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders, offering a gentle massage. “Relax. Superass has come to the rescue. We’ll be fine.”
His words help me relax into his massage. I take a breath. “Damn, you’ve definitely gotten better at this. You’ve picked up some serious skills from your man.”
“Knock-knock,” comes from the door, where I see Evan popping his adorable little face in. As he catches my gaze, a grin overtakes his expression. “Did I hear that someone needs help fixing a pair of pants?”
“Jesus Christ,” I say. “What kind of psychic bottom powers do you have, Ev?”
He snickers. “The kind that only work when Travis messages your boyfriend and says, ‘Dude, Bottom Boy is freaking out over here about his pants.’”
“Traitor,” I call Trav, who tosses his head back for a laugh.
Evan approaches me. “I can probably fix them.”
I do a double take and look to Travis and Gary, who seem as surprised as I am. “When did you become some sort of sewing expert?”
“Hey, I still have my secrets,” Evan says, flashing a sneaky smile. Hard to imagine, when the gang is well aware of the kinky little fuck’s Master/pup relationship with his BF, Jackson’s bestie, Frankie. Evan continues, “I like to fit my outfits to my itty-bitty twink body, so I’ve gotten pretty good. I even had to make Frankie’s and my costumes for the Halloween party this year, and obvs, I was going to tailor my pants to my ass, so I can do the same for you.”
Gary eyes me in the mirror, this knowing, wiser-than-thou expression plastered across his face. “See? Everything’s going to be all right.”
I repeat the words to myself a few times, but they do little to settle my nerves.
“Not just going to be all right. Perfect.” The familiar voice enters through the doorway, making Evan turn back as my daddy struts in, that typical confidence in his gait. It’s the sort of walk that has the power to remind me that, no matter how crazy shit in my life can get, as long as he’s here, everything’s okay.
Daddy Jackson rubs Evan’s head gently, ruffling his hair a bit, before making his way to me. “I heard my boy’s getting a little anxious.”
“I’d say you might have some sort of daddy psychic skills.” My gaze shoots to Trav. “But I have my suspicions. Gare-bear, I hate to break it to you, but I think you married the Metropolis gossip.”
Travis bursts into a laugh. “Not fair! Jackson and Frankie had already texted me. I just mentioned you in my replies.”
Before I have a chance to give him any more hell, Jackson takes me into his arms, tugging me against his body, his lips slamming down on mine. His tongue tastes of tequila, giving an extra zing to the typical chemistry we share, the sort that chases away my anxieties and gives me a raging boner.
I figure it might be a quick kiss, but his hand cups the back of my head as he holds me close to his face, nibbling at my bottom lip. With his free hand, he cups my ass cheek, his fingers offering a familiar rub that makes my dick even harder, something I wasn’t sure was possible until it happened.
When he finally pulls away, I have to catch my breath.
“Don’t worry. Got it all on video,” Trav says, and I turn to see him holding his phone up. “Kidding,” he adds, showing me the black screen as Gary bows forward for a chuckle.