“I cannot wait!” Scar tells her.
And I drive the rest of the way to the airport with a dumb grin on my face, completely content listening to our little family scream sing the words to a song they have no idea is likely written about my brother. Something to share with them at a later date.
“I just think it’s the luckiest coincidence that you, Griffin, and Carson are all playing in the All-Star game,” Scar says once we’ve settled into our hotel suite. Gemma and Gunner are staying in their grandparents’ suite for the night because of our bachelor and bachelorette parties.
“We’re having the best season we’ve had in years, but it’s still crazy how it worked out,” I agree, hanging up my suit and grabbing my toiletries bag from my suitcase to set it in the bathroom.
“And I’m glad Jax joined us even though he could’ve done anything on his break,” she points out, kicking her legs up on the bed and crossing them at her ankles.
“Jax was practically foaming at the mouth when he realized he had the opportunity to throw me a Vegas bachelor party; I’m sure there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.”
We flew in a day early to have our parties tonight. I don’t plan to get too crazy, but I’m thankful that tomorrow is only a media day.
“I’m not sure what the ladies have in store for us, but perhaps our paths will cross tonight.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Now, will you be a good boy and shower with me? I’m in desperate need to wash that flight off me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I scoop her off the bed and toss her over my shoulder. “How about I do you one better? I’ll be your good boy and allow you to come multiple times before we need to head out. Does that sound good, baby girl?”
“Sofucking good,” she giggles as she swats at my back and ass. “Now make me come. Happy wife, happy life and all that.”
“Ask and you shall receive, my love.”
After we take our time showering and thoroughly washing each other, I leave Scar to get ready in the bathroom while I take a quick call with my agent Jared to finalize the media day schedule for tomorrow.
The call took longer than I anticipated so I’ve got to hurry and get dressed before we’re supposed to meet up with the rest of the group.
Jax is a slut for throwing a themed party, and a bachelor party for his only brother was no exception. Tonight’s theme is 007 High Rollers for the guys. He’s got all of us guys dressed to the nines for a night of gambling and in return for me placating him, I’ll have all the whiskey my heart could desire, according to J.
The ladies stuck with Jax’s theme and are calling Scar the Bond Bride. We’re supposed to meet everyone in Jax’s penthouse suite any minute now. I’m just tying my dress shoes when I look up and see Scar step out of the bathroom.
“Scarlett,” I say in amazement. She looks stunning in a strapless white mini dress that’s covered in crystals and flares at the waist. And don’t even get me started on the way I want to worship at her feet in those white sky-high heels with a sexy satin bow that ties at the back of her ankles.
“You like?” she asks as she does a cute little spin-shimmy combination, causing her skirt to flare just enough for me to get a peek of her cheeky lace panties.
“No, baby girl, I love it. So much so that I don’t think I can let you leave this room. I want to strip you out of that dress and keep you all to myself,” I rasp, my voice laced with desire. She must like that idea, because she strides toward me and practically melts into me when I wrap my arms around her.
“Later.”
“Careful, Scar, I just might have to wife you up looking like that.”
She raises a brow at me and bites her plush bottom lip as if she likes the sound of that.
“If you didn’t want the big wedding, we’d already be married. But I’ll be a patient man if it means you get everything you’ve dreamed of.”
“Just because I dreamed of a big wedding when I was little doesn’t mean I need it now. The real dream was marrying someone I love and can’t live the rest of my life without. I’m already living out my dream, Benny Boy.” She gives me a playful shove. “In fact, I’d marry you right here, right now.”
Her words have me spreading my legs and tugging her closer. “You mean you’d elope?”
“You bet your sweet hockey ass I’d elope if it were with you. But only you,” she clarifies.
I pull my head back in shock. “Scar, baby, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“I’m not—I’m being completely serious.”
“Where?”
She does that adorable nose-scrunch thing that she does when she’s thinking. “The Little White Wedding Chapel is pretty iconic.”
“Paris is iconic, and your dream,” I remind her, pulling her down into my lap.
