Hux’s and Jacques’s teammates sitting at the next table over stood up and made their way over to us. When they reached for Hux’s hand to shake, he belly-laughed and pointed between Carina and Jacques.
Another person reached for him, and he held his hands up in a stopping motion and shouted, “Not us, not us. Gauthier’s gonna be a daddy!”
I flicked my gaze up again, and I watched as Minns exhaled slowly, his shoulders slumping and his head falling forward. Kamirah rubbed his back, and they walked over. Minns stayed back, hovering near where Rusty had gone to stand. But Kamirah slipped between people congratulating Jacques and went straight to Carina. The moment Carina saw her, she hugged her tight.
Hux looked between them, and his smile slipped. He glanced around, and his eyes locked on Minns. With a chin dip, he acknowledged Minns, then turned to Monroe. Monroe wrapped him in his arms, and a moment later Hux chuckled, his grin firmly back in pace.
“Thank you. For everything,” Carina said.
“No, thank you.” Kamirah tilted her head toward Minns and said, “I took your advice. We talked, and it was good. We leave for Fiji in a week.”
Carina beamed. “I’m so happy for you.” She turned to Cara and took her daughter’s hand, holding it tight. “Cara, this is Kamirah.”
Cara lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. She was as sweet as a kitten but as fiery as a lioness when it came to protecting her man. “Hello,” she said carefully.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Kamirah started but then hesitated. She looked around, as did I, and there were quite a few eyes on her. She seemed to rethink what she was going to say. “I’m glad that Hux found someone who makes him happy.”
“We do.”
“Do you, ah….” She huffed out a breath and licked her lips. “Do you think maybe I could plan a baby shower for your mom? Or help you organize one?”
“I’d like that,” Carina said trying to extend the olive branch. “Cara, I could give you Kamirah’s number, and maybe you two could talk. Sometime. Perhaps.”
Cara eyed her mom, her lips pursed and brows furrowed. She clearly didn’t understand why her mom was trying to get them to communicate. Neither did I.
“Sure.” She shook her head and glanced at Kamirah. “But if Alec gives me any hint that he’s unhappy, you’re out. I’ll organize it myself.”
“I understand.”
“Three cheers for Mom and Dad,” Hux yelled, oblivious to the tension between Cara and Kamirah. Or maybe because of it.
I couldn’t help my grin at his words. I doubted whether anyone else on the team knew Hux’s nicknames for Jacques and Carina, but now everyone was going to be saying it.
“Mom and Dad,” Hewitt yelled and raised his glass.
I laughed. I’d been doing a lot of that lately, and I loved it. Three cheers for Mom and Dad indeed.
thirty-two
Rusty
Thesunwaspeekingthrough the drapes in our bedroom. Jacques and I were in the middle of the bed, Travis and Carina beside us. Carina had co-opted my spot, needing to be able to get up to go to the bathroom throughout the night. She was starting to pull through the extreme tiredness, but they were all still fast asleep.
I’d been wide awake and brimming with ideas for hours.
My mind was ticking over, endless possibilities racing through it. Every one of them was incredible, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I really wanted to spoil them all.
I pressed my front to Travis’s back and reached around to slide my hand down his abs to his trimmed pubes. I scratched my fingers through them, and he hummed, his cock flexing. It thickened at my teasing and bucked when I wrapped my fingers around his girth. His semi grew thicker and harder as I gently stroked him and kissed a line along his shoulder and up his nape.
He had his arm propped on a pillow that he’d hugged to himself. It was getting in the way, but I didn’t dare move it.
With my next downstroke, Travis twisted his hips, pulling his top leg down and giving me more room. I shifted, sliding down so I could kiss along his lat all the way to his hip, then licked a path up his cock. His taste burst on my tongue, salty and sweet, and I hummed around my mouthful as I sucked him down to the back of my throat.
Travis moaned, and his good hand found my hair as he rolled the rest of the way onto his back. “Good morning,” he rasped and thrust his hips.
I resisted the urge to climb between his legs—I wanted Jacques and Carina in on this act, too, and I couldn’t reach them if I was too far away. I took him deeper and ghosted my hand down over his sac. His balls drew up, and Travis widened his legs, giving me more room to play.
