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So I turn and kiss Kash full on the mouth, tongue and teeth and all. His long-fingered hand closes around my hard-on, and I hiss at the shot of pleasure that brings. I return the favor, curling my hand around his long, hard dick, and we stroke each other furiously, racing for a finish line we can’t see but feel, and then we’re suddenly past it and hurtling into blissful release.
“Fuck.” He wrenches his mouth from mine to pant and thump me on the shoulder with his fist. “Fuck, this was good. Why do we have to go out now?”
Exactly my thoughts. I capture his fist and stick my tongue out at him. “Later, Blondie. Plenty of time for more later.”
At least I won’t have to get through dinner hard as a rock, though, and end the night with blue balls.
Small mercies.
“Sorry we’re so late,” Sydney says as we all come down the stairs, flushing crimson. “We lost track of time.”
She’s so fucking hot when she blushes that I seriously consider yanking her upstairs and getting her on my dick.
We’ve all dressed for the occasion, Sydney in a sexy little black dress, us guys in dress pants and shirts, meticulous and careful, though there are little details that betray us and expose our dazed state of mind after a long day and lots of sex.
Like how West’s buttons are not buttoned exactly right, and Kash’s bruised wrists are barely covered by his long-sleeved shirt, and Sydney’s curls are a mess, and is that an imprint of fingers on her shoulder?
Oh, and let’s not leave out the hickey on my neck that I forgot to cover up. Besides, why should I? It’s a badge of pleasure, of good times. Why should I hide that I’m getting some?
It also has the added bonus that Gigi’s gaze shies away from me every time she sees it, and it’s damn funny.
The restaurant we’re having dinner at is a nice Mexican tapas place, not too fine, but cozy. There are bright weaves on the walls and the walls are painted in warm colors. We order margaritas, and so much food it could feed an army.
We eat a lot. I figure we burn most of it having sex than sparring or running.
Suits me.
“So guys, what’s up?” Sydney has her arms folded on top of the table, and Kash has his arm around her, leaning into her, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You seemed really excited about going out tonight.”
Gigi smiles, and it’s blinding, and happy. “We’re getting married. Jarett proposed.”
Well, slap my ass and call me Sally.
Sydney squeals.
My smile freezes halfway. Marriage. I never thought of this. Does Sydney want it? Hell, do West and Kash want it? Is it even possible? Feasible?
“Oh. My. God.” Sydney gets up and runs around the table to throw herself into her bestie’s arms. “I’m so frigging happy for you guys! I’m going to bawl like a baby.”
That makes me smirk. We all get up and go around to hug Gigi and shake hands with Jarett who looks smug and pleased. Then we have our food and talk until well into the night.
This is nice, I think, half-drunk on margaritas and the simple joy of being around my people and good friends. My tribe. My clan.
My family.
We talk about the wedding – of course Sydney will be maid of honor – and about Gigi’s sister and brother-in-law who, as it turns out, are good friends with Zane Madden. It’s a small world.
“You all need a dragon tattoo from Zane,” Kash says to us, and I’ll ask him later what he means.
Then we talk about Jarett’s job as a mechanic, about our college plans, about Kash and what he plans to do with his money. He wants to create a foundation for runaway youth, something he’s talked to us about a few times already. He also wants to help the families of the ex-fighters harmed by his uncle, and also help his friend George with his restaurant.
He gets excited talking about it, how he’ll help people. I couldn’t imagine a nicer guy inheriting a fortune. A nicer guy finding us, joining us, helping us. Loving us.
Buying us a house was great. Buying us the biggest bed available even better. But we don’t need a house to have a home. Sydney said it right from the start: we’re each other’s home, and that won’t ever change.
It’s really fucking late when we get home. I unlock the door and we stumble inside, half-drunk and laughing at something stupid Kash said in the car about booze helping with experimentation and West finding it hilarious.
It is hilarious. We’ve been experimenting since we met each other.
