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I smoothed my thumb across her cheek and shook my head. “I want to marry the two of you. That doesn’t mean we have to have a wedding—”
“Yeah, we could go down to the courthouse today—”
Em’s eyes widened. “I thought this wedding was really important to both of you?”
Mac and I exchanged a look, and I nodded to him so he could take the lead on this.
He kissed Em’s knuckles and put her hand on his chest. “The only important part about it is right here in this room. I think the last few weeks have been pushing us in this direction—”
“Toward eloping?”
I shrugged and ran my finger along her lips. “Or pushing us to remember what’s more important. We don’t have to impress our families or change their minds. We don’t have to cater to the media and show them our relationship is perfect.”
Both of their cheeks reddened, and I reached out to pull Mac tight against us. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting those things, but we can’t force it. All we can do is live our lives and hope the world either notices and amplifies our love and happiness, or at least doesn’t stand in our way.”
Em nodded, gulping. “When did you get so smart, Bash?”
Mac smirked and leaned his head against my chest. “So you’re not just a pretty face?”
I shoved him off me, loving the sound of his laugh as he wrapped the blanket around him and laid back against his pillow. “Breakfast in bed?” He looked up at me through thick lashes, his green eyes feigning a level of innocence I wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced in his life.
Em hopped out of bed, pulling the blanket with her. “No way. We have a lot to do—”
Mac grumbled and stretched his magnificent body across the bed, his leg looping lazily over mine. I ran my hand along his thigh, extremely aware of how hard my touch was making him.
Mac was still pouting an hour later. I smacked his ass, and he jumped, reaching out to get me. I tucked, curving around him before he could make contact.
Em walked in, a smile splitting her face when she saw us.
“What?” Mac grumbled.
“Normally Bash is the grouchy one. But my sweet Mac is all cranky.” She ruffled his hair, and he caught her wrist.
He walked her backwards until she bumped into the wall. He lifted her leg and pressed himself against her. She moaned, closing her eyes and slipping her hands up his shirt.
My mouth went dry as I watched them, my cock stiff in my pajama pants. I could join them, but watching seemed a lot more fun. Em was right—Mac was never this irritable. I wanted to see how this would play out.
Mac nipped Em’s neck, and she whimpered, wrapping her arm around him to keep his mouth there. He splayed one hand on the wall, one around her waist, and sucked the soft skin above her collarbone.
I was stroking myself, loving the way they both looked while so wound up, yet so uninhibited. Even if we were canceling the wedding, our relationship was still stronger than ever, and I was lucky as hell to have both of them. They were mine. They belonged to each other. We all had a claim.
Few people got to watch the two people they love locked in a fiery dance, so I took full advantage, my eyes glued to every movement they made as Mac slipped Em’s pajama shorts off her, the small bundle of satin pooling on the ground.
She gasped, clawing his back as he pressed up into her. I moaned as he drove harder. He whipped his head toward me, his eyes wild as he dropped his gaze to my fisted cock.
“Bardot,” he moaned, reaching for me.
I shook my head and twirled my finger in the air, telling him to turn back to our girl. He smirked and picked up his pace as her breathing turned to short, shallow pants. I watched her face turn red, the flush spreading to her neck and chest, as her breasts bounced from each of his thrusts and a heat filled my body. I stroked faster, her eyes locking onto mine when a groan escaped my lips.
Mac turned, too. His head fell back as he erupted into her and I emptied into my hand, fire coursing through me as I watched them finish. She clawed his shoulders, riding her own release as his movements turned jerky and erratic.
She always claimed that was her favorite part—when whoever was insider her lost the ability to be smooth or controlled. I never believed her until that moment. She took each of Mac’s uneven thrusts with a serene smile on her face as her breathing returned to normal.
“Breakfast?” I asked, my voice so much smoother and even than I felt after that.
“After we all clean up,” Mac said, tossing me a flirty smile before sauntering out of the room.
I chased after him, pulling him into my arms when we got to the bathroom. He resisted for a second before melting against me.
