Mason laughed. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He started to serve himself and then everyone else followed suit.
Brooklyn didn’t put any food on her plate though.
“You were looking forward to turkey all day,” I said. “Is your stomach bothering you again?”
“Mhm,” Rob said and leaned forward. “She was just telling me that.”
“Do you want more ginger ale?” I asked, ignoring Rob.
She shook her head, her face growing more pale.
I was getting worried that she was going to throw up on her plate. But she’d barely eaten anything today. I wasn’t sure she had anything in her stomach to throw up.
“Do you think it’s time?” Rob asked.
“No,” Brooklyn hissed.
“Yeah…let’s wait a bit.”
“Time for what?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Rob said and winked at me.
Why was he winking at me? What the hell was going on? “Baby, you really need to eat something.” I served her some turkey and mashed potatoes. “Please. For me.”
She lifted up her fork and Rob slapped the utensil out of her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said. “She needs to eat.”
“Psh. She doesn’t need that.”
I glared at him. “What the hell does that mean?” Was he calling Brooklyn fat or something? She was pregnant and she was hardly even showing yet. I was going to kill him.
“Sanders knows I think she’s hot. Cut it out, Matt.”
Ineeded to cut it out? I put my hand on Brooklyn’s thigh and leaned in so I could whisper in her ear. “Blink twice if you’re under duress.”
She finally laughed and looked up at me, the worry momentarily gone from her eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I lowered my voice even more. “If Rob is bothering you…”
“He’s not. I just… I mean he just…” she shook her head. “I honestly don’t think anything could ruin this night, no matter how hard anyone tries.”
Rob really did seem to be trying.
“You know, this is a first for me,” Brooklyn said with a smile.
“Your first rehearsal dinner.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hmm.” I was starting to like the idea of being her last everything. Because she definitely wasn’t going to be having another one of these.
“And I’m going to enjoy myself.” Brooklyn took a bite of mashed potatoes and audibly sighed around her spoon.
Fuck.Now all I could picture were her lips wrapped around my cock instead.
“God, I was so hungry.” She cut off a piece of turkey and put it in her mouth. She moaned around the meat.
She’d definitely be doing that around my cock later.
“I tried to warn you, Sanders,” Rob said. “But I am kind of curious about this eel.” He stabbed his fork into the slimy eel on one of the platters. But the fork didn’t penetrate it and the eel rolled off the side of the platter.
