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“We don’t need to get married again,” I say, making both men pause, then completely ignore me.
“How am I going to be a VIP at a wedding?” Danny asks with a laugh.
“As my best man,” Oz tells him.
“No shit?” Danny questions.
“No shit, who else would I want to stand up with me?” Oz says.
“Well, fuck, I’d be honored, man,” Danny says, looking genuinely touched that Oz would want him to stand up with him at the wedding that we don’t need, and I certainly don’t want.
“Do you want a beer, Little One?” Oz asks, grabbing a bottle from the coffee table and offering it to me.
“Oh, no, thanks.” I shake my head.
“Water or soda?” he asks.
“I can get it,” I suggest.
“Water, or soda?” he asks again, his tone darkening.
“Soda please.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, pressing his lips against my ear and murmuring the words low enough so only I can hear.
Lifting me off his lap, he crosses into the kitchen and comes back with a can of grape soda. Lifting me up again, he settles me back in his lap and hands me the can.
“You took a new job, right?” Danny asks. “That’s why you’re in town?”
“Yeah, I’m going to be doing the social media marketing for Betty Barnett’s tattoo studio.”
“That’s awesome. Have you got any ink?” Danny asks, his eyes raking over me.
Oz’s growl is pure animalistic aggression. I tense, but Danny just laughs.
“Chill out, bro, I’m only asking, not asking to see it.” Rolling his eyes at Oz’s caveman behavior, Danny just keeps on talking. “So, you guys are stepsiblings, that’s kind of fucked up.”
His question is asked so airily, I almost don’t process his words.
“We’re not stepsiblings, and you know that, so don’t be an asshole,” Oz says, sounding more exasperated than annoyed.
“Fine, I’ll stop giving you a hard time. Seriously, though, I’m happy for you guys. It was obvious there was some tension between you the night you got to town, but I’m not sure I’d have guessed it was sexual tension. It’s fucking impressive that it only took five days from you getting off the bus to Oz pinning you down with a ring. I think you might have even beaten the Barnetts’ record for shortest time in wifing up your woman.” Danny’s laugh is deep and low and full of amusement. There’s something about his playful enthusiasm that has me smiling back at him instead of bracing for whatever he’s going to say next.
“Have you got a girlfriend, or…boyfriend?” I ask Danny.
“Oh, hell no, I’m too young to get tied down. I love the ladies, and the ladies love me, I don’t want to disappoint my fans by becoming a one-woman guy,” he says with a panty-melting grin, spreading his arms out wide like he’s showing off his physique. But what a physique it is.
Danny is the kind of beautiful that would normally intimidate the hell out of me. He’s super tall, taller than Oz, who already makes me feel like a dwarf. His whole frame is big, but he’s also seriously cut with a wingspan that makes me almost want to ask for a hug just to see how it feels to be enclosed in his long, thick arms.
Danny clearly spends a lot of time in the gym, but he’s not bulky like a footballer, he’s ripped and toned like a swimmer. I’d never admit it, because I think Oz would lose his mind, but I’d love to see Danny without a shirt on. I bet it’s a sight to behold.
Normally, guys who look like Danny aren’t the prettiest. No shade, but ninety-nine percent of gym bros are trying to compensate for a lack of something elsewhere. Small dick, receding hairline, ugly face. Men honestly think women are as shallow as they are, instead of understanding that good looks are great, but they’re rarely the deciding factor when we meet a guy.
But Danny’s face is as gorgeous as he is physically perfect. His hair is cut kind of short like a grown-out military cut. His face is almost regal, like a marble statue, with high cheekbones, a square jaw, and the kind of eyes that could convince you anything is a good idea.
Oddly, although I think he’s gorgeous, he’s almost intimidatingly beautiful. Considering I barely know the guy, I find myself wondering if he’s ever met anyone who was interested in anything about him beyond the physical.
“So have you told the ’rents yet?” Danny asks, looking from me to Oz.
