Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Jesus,” Darius sighed.
Gray grinned and descended the porch steps. “Come on, baby.” It was time to greet their guests.
Abel and Madigan parked next to Ryan at the same time as the Tenleys appeared on the guest cabin’s porch.
Gage, Gideon, and Gabriel stepped out of the last car.
“Who else is feeling fucking pumped for this wedding?” Case hollered over the music.
“He’s gonna give the pigs a goddamn heart attack,” Darius said.
Gray chuckled and picked up the pace, and he met up with Case and Boone right before the bridge that crossed the stream.
“I see you brought the party with you.” He exchanged a grin with Case and hugged him. “Good to see you again, Casey.”
“You too, man. Since our men don’t dance, I’m hauling you out on the dance floor when we go clubbing.”
“No spoilers, you little shit!” Ryan yelled.
“Oh!” Case shouted and held out his free arm. “Who you callin’ shit, you old fuck!”
Oh God. Gray could only shake his head in amusement—and move on to greet the others. Boone got a hug, Ethan got a hug, they all got hugs. Gideon and Gabriel were already goofing off, dancing to the new song that was playing. All ’90s, give or take a few years. That was Case O’Sullivan. From “Mr. Saxobeat” to “Boom, Boom, Boom” by Vengaboys.
It was possible Gray was subscribing to Case’s playlists on Spotify.
Darius couldn’t stay grumpy for too long. By the time he’d greeted everyone, he’d reached his wry-smirk stage.
Gray threw an arm around Abel’s shoulders and smacked a loud smooch to his cheek. “Are you ready for this mayhem?”
“Are you?” Abel grinned. “Keep in mind, I helped plan it all.”
Yeah, Gray was game.
“Oi!” Ryan let out a sharp whistle, taking charge. “Let’s get to the porch before it starts raining again.”
They just barely had enough chairs for everyone. Having anticipated a large crowd throughout the week, Gray had prepared with plenty of snacks and beer. Their fridges and cupboards were full, so while Darius, Reese, and Madigan went on a chair run in the guest cabin and around the property—the greenhouse had two, the barbecue area had six—Gray, Abel, and Shay raided the kitchen.
They filled the table on the porch with beer, chips, sodas, nuts, the good jerky, and three types of dip.
Quinns and Nolans could eat.
Not to mention a certain Abel Monroe.
“Case, turn off the noise you call music,” Ryan directed.
“Uh, no.” Case chuckled and defended his boombox on the back of the porch. “You don’t come near this thing. I was given permission by Avery to play love songs, so that’s what I’m doing.”
Technically, he was correct at the moment, because “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden was playing—at a more respectable volume so they could hear one another talk.
“Talk about nostalgia,” Abel mused. “For our moms.”
Gray barked out a laugh. “Right?” He caught Ryan’s scowl and puckered his lips at his future brother-in-law. “How are those abs comin’ along, Daddy?”
Ryan sucked his teeth as the others cracked up.
Age digs worked every single time.
“That’s enough outta you, kid.” Darius pulled Gray to him and hugged him from behind. “Considering we’re surrounded by filthy kink folk, you don’t want me getting creative to shut you up.”
“We’re full of motivational quotes and inspiration for how to silence brats,” Reese confirmed.
Gray laughed under his breath and glanced behind him. “You can get creative any time you want, my beast.”
“And that’s our cue.” Ryan stole the show again. “We’ve been plenty creative for this week, and between Avery, Abel, and me, we’re gonna test Gray and Darius’s limits as a couple, as individuals, and as parents. Just to make sure they have what it takes to be husbands.”
Jeesh. Gray grinned in anticipation.
Darius leaned back against the railing and rested his chin on Gray’s shoulder.
“Are they gonna carry eggs around all week? Make sure they don’t break?” Case asked. “Because they can switch out the eggs and carry around Boone and Ethan.”
That was hysterical. Ethan slipped through the crowd and strode toward his cousin, and he said, “Let’s see if you can carry me, kid.”
“Oh my God, stop—I’m not the one getting married here!” Case tried to hide behind a smirking Boone.
“What a shocker that you’re all talk, Casey,” Ryan scoffed. “Fuckin’ Hannah Montana generation.”
“What’s wrong with Hannah Montana?” Abel and Gray asked. They’d watched the show together growing up. Team Mikayla for the win.
“That’s an excellent question that we won’t answer today,” Ryan told them firmly.
“Because the answer’s obvious?” Darius drawled.
What the fuck? Traitor.
Ryan tipped his beer bottle to Darius in silent agreement but was quick to get back on track. He was a pro. “First up is this little one right here.” He clapped a hand to Abel’s shoulder. For the record, there was nothing little about Abel—or anybody else here. Maybe Abel, Shay, and Case were the ones under six feet, but Ryan was talking to a group of tatted-up bad-boy-looking types who could hold their own. Gray guessed he was the only one who hadn’t been seeing a tattoo artist on the regular. Just once.