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“Pictures, babe.” Killian dragged him to his feet. “Come on.”
“Gretzky?” Blake held out his hand.
My skin broke out in sweat. No, I couldn’t. Not yet. I didn’t want my photo taken, the scar that ruined my life out there for everyone to see.
“I can’t.”
“Not even for me?” His brows dipped.
I heard Killian’s deep laugh, watched the way he wrapped his arms around Matthias to pull him close and then kissed him, the camera flashing in the corner. When was the last time Blake and I had taken a picture together? When I was still in high school? The mall photo booth, maybe?
“Hey.” Blake stepped between my legs. “I know you’re scared, but I’m here for you. I’ll be right by your side.”
Beau and Dean had walked over to where the pictures were being taken. When Beau reached up to pull Dean’s hair out of the ponytail and dragged his hands through the green tresses, the guitar player lit up like the Fourth of July.
“You know I’ll do anything you ask of me, Bug,” I said and stood up. “Anything at all.”
His beautiful face blossomed into a smile. “I’m going to hold you to that, Tommy.”
***
I woke to the sound of laughter outside the bedroom door and Blake’s head on my chest. He smacked his lips together before burrowing his face against my skin, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face. I dragged my fingers through his soft, blond hair as I listened to the commotion outside, and my mind went back to when Blake attacked me after we got back to his house after the rehearsal dinner.
“Need you.” He groaned into my mouth, shoving me onto the bed. “So bad.”
I watched with hunger as he yanked off his shirt. “You can have me any time you want.”
“Now.” Blake yanked his pants down his legs. “Right now. Inside me.”
My cock perked up and twitched at the memory. Blake was a madman as he begged me to fuck him, sobbed with pleasure when I gave him what he wanted, and screamed my name when he came all over himself. I think he gave Killian and Matthias a run for their money.
“My ass hurts.” Blake’s voice was heavy with sleep.
I snorted. “Probably because you rode me like a championship horse last night.”
Blake tilted his head up to meet my gaze, his green orbs still drowsy, and then he flipped me onto my back so he could straddle my hips. “Might do it again if you play your cards right, Gretzky.”
“Is that so?” I nipped at his chin when he bent down to kiss me, his cock rubbing against mine.
Blake groaned. “We have years to make up for.”
“Are you fucking two in there again, or are you awake?” Dean asked. Howling laughter followed. “You were loud enough to wake the dead last night.”
Blake’s chest, neck, and face flushed pink. He was absolutely perfect. “You want to watch, Frost. Is that it? Need some pointers for your own sexual escapades?”
“The hell I do.” It sounded like Dean kicked the door, then he laughed. “Our brothers are getting married today. Thought you might want to get up and, I don’t know, get ready?”
I beamed up at Blake as he canted his hips. “Yeah, just give me a few minutes.”
“I bet.” Dean chuckled.
Blake brought his hand up to my face and dragged his finger over my scar. “You’re so perfect, Tommy. Everything about you is just what I wanted.” He leaned down to press his full mouth to mine. “Everything and more.”
“Bug, you can’t say things like that.”
“I can, and I just did.”
I flipped us so that he was now below me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he waited for my next move. “Tonight.” Kiss. “After the wedding.” Kiss. “I want you inside of me.” Kiss. Nip. Suck.
