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Em shook her head. “No, Bash. They don’t.”
I smirked and grabbed the tip of her chin. “You’re welcome. Consider it my pre-wedding gift.”
She grinned and ran her hand down my chest, stopping at my waist. “Go pack,” she said, her breath hot against my skin.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mac
“We should get married here.” Em inhaled the briny ocean air with her eyes shut.
“We can’t.”
Her eyes snapped open, and we both looked at Bash.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I looked into it and there’s a waiting period for licenses. It wouldn’t go through until we were about to leave—”
Em scowled, and I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She shimmied her ass against me and I slid my hand up her shirt, loving that she was braless and wearing the flimsiest bathing suit cover as a dress.
“How bad is it if we forget all about what’s going on at home, shut our phones off, and—” Em bit her lower lip and cupped my cock.
I moaned and pressed harder against her. “Not only is it perfectly acceptable, it’s literally all I want to do.”
Bash watched us, his eyes dark and hungry.
I reached for him and he came over to me in long, measured steps. Like a panther stalking its prey.
“You checked into the license even though you won’t be on it?” I asked cautiously.
If Bash and Em were the ones legally marrying, I would feel left out. I would get over it eventually, but Bash was handling it really well.
Bash shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Em kissed his hand and looked up at him, her blue eyes twisting my heart. “I would be a wreck if you and Mac were the ones signing the marriage certificate—”
I sighed and rubbed her belly. “Me too.” It felt good to admit. And if Bash was harboring any resentment, I wanted to know right away.
“Guys.” He cocked his brow. “It’s really not bothering me, okay?”
I was about to say something, but stopped.
I actually believed him.
Even if it would have killed me to be in his shoes, he was telling the truth. He was okay with it, but knowing he wouldn’t be on there still left a tearing ache in my chest. Sure, it was a piece of paper, but it was a weighted document that really meant something.
“Now that the wedding’s canceled, why don’t we regroup and figure out exactly how we want to do things?” I looked at them nervously.
It wasn’t as if the original plans weren’t what we wanted, but they got out of control. Big tents, a towering cake, food we didn’t even like, a venue that held zero meaning to us. Out of control.
Bash nodded thoughtfully. “Great idea. I wanted things to be perfect for the two of you—”
“Marrying you is what makes it perfect,” Em said, her mouth twisting up into the happiest smile.
A grin split my face. “Exactly. Let’s brainstorm while we’re here, okay?”
Em stretched up, the high hem on her bathing suit cover revealing she wasn’t wearing bottoms either.
