With my attention back on Jayden, I watched as he all but strutted in, fake legs on either side of the partially stuffed kangaroo he was riding.
“Sutton,” he hollered, bright-eyed and so in his element. “Get your phone out. I need to share this awesomeness with the world.”
“I’m already videoing,” Pearce said beside me with a chortle. He glanced over at me, smirking. “Just think, not only are you best friends with the guy, you alsochosehim as your boyfriend.” He followed up with a wink.
True that. I stood and greeted the now bouncing Jayden, who jumped into my personal space. His eyes were sparkling with amusement, and genuine happiness flooded his features. The sight squeezed at my heart in all the best ways.
“You look ridiculous,” I said with a grin. “And I love you the more for it.”
Rather than giving me words, Jayden leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. The touch was brief and barely a kiss, but it told me all I needed to know.
Jayden was phenomenally happy, and I’d make sure he remained that way indefinitely. Kangaroo riding fantasies and all.
EPILOGUE
JAYDEN
“We’re going to be late.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sutton couldn’t see me. If he did, he’d only aim that piercing gaze of his at me. He thought it was intimidating, but it was sexy as hell. I was doing him a favor, considering I had no issues with being even later because I was busy jumping his bones.
“You’re the one who insisted on changing your shirt. Twice.” Not that I’d minded. Every strip show he gave, I was up for.
Sutton grunted and threw a damp towel at me.
“Hey.” I quirked a brow, then all but swallowed my tongue when I raked my gaze over him. “Fuck, maybe we should stay in?”
“That’d be a no, and I think it means you’ll be fired.”
I mulled that over a second. Was it really that important as Ryan’s best man that I get to the bachelor party on time?
“Whatever you’re thinking, no. Just think of the hot and sweaty club and dancing all up me.” It wasn’t fair that his smirk was so delicious, but his words did have merit.
“I suppose, but just so you know, in case you’re feeling frisky, I prepped ahead of time and wouldn’t say no to some nasty restroom sex.”
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that while he was gulping from the bottle of water, which he sprayed mainly on the floor of the hotel room rather than on his shirt that fit him like it was made for me to peel off.
“Nasty, really?”
I shrugged and threw him the towel. “If you could see how you look through my eyes, you’d be impressed as hell I can even manage to leave this room without stripping off for you.”
His eyes heated. I grinned immediately, hand moving to my belt.
“No,” he said firmly. His gaze didn’t lie, though. It trailed down my body, landing on my crotch. Like the asshole I was, I put my thumbs in my pockets and framed my dick, one of Sutton’s favorite parts of my body. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I ambled over to him, my smile still in place. “Never.” I pressed my mouth to his and tugged on his bottom lip for good measure before releasing. “No chance you’re abandoning me that easily. Now, get your greedy eyes off the goods. We’re going to be late.” I walked past him, earning a heavy sigh. “I know you’re just trying to steal my thunder and step in and be Ryan’s best man last minute.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah, that’s totally it. Nothing to do with Nate pleading with me to make sure you don’t screw up.” The door closed behind him, and we headed for the elevator.
In answer, I flipped him off, then waited impatiently for the elevator, wondering how hot and revved up I could get him in the twenty seconds we were in the car. The doors opened, and my plan was immediately foiled. Pearce stood in the elevator.
“Hey, good timing.”
Sutton edged me in, chuckling. I expected he’d known exactly what was on my mind. “Hey, you managed to get some rest?” he asked Pearce.
“Yeah. Slept for about three hours. That should see me through. It means I’ll be dead to the world tonight.” He’d flown in from the States this morning, in time for Ryan and Nate’s bachelor party and their wedding in two days. We’d arrived two days earlier, but I’d planned tonight after countless messages with a guy called Elijah, the owner of the bar where tonight’s festivities were being held.
It was a place I had meant to visit my last trip, a couple of years back. The car crash had derailed that plan. A quick glance at Sutton made me smile thinking about it.
