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“Come on, pick up,” he urged.
Nico ran his fingers up the inside of his girl’s thigh. She was wearing a pair of silky shortie pajamas and it left a lot of skin for him to play with. He was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants.
Fuck, he was still hard as nails. He had been all day. It felt like he’d been hard since they arrived there. Liam wasn’t in a much better position. Oh, except he was getting some release several times a day.
Not that Nico was complaining about that. But he was starting to think that his dick might fall off soon if this kept on.
Sure, okay, Liam had jacked him off in the shower this morning, but that was freaking ages ago. He was a growing boy who needed lots of stimulation.
“Nico,” Lottie turned to him.
“Hmm?”
“Are you even watching the movie?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay. Are you just going to stare at me all night?”
“You’re so pretty,” he sighed.
She grinned at him. “You’re crazy.”
“You wanna be my wife?”
She stiffened. “You know that’s not possible.”
“But if it was, would you marry me? Marry us?”
“Well, I’d expect a proper proposal.”
He straightened, excitement filling him. “All right. I can do that.” He slid down on one knee. “Charlotte Rosa Malone, will you marry me?”
“Nico! Stop playing around.” She gave him an embarrassed look, but there was a hint of hurt in her face.
Oh, no, he couldn’t have that.
He threw the blanket off her and moved between her legs, taking her hands in his. “Pretty girl, I’m not joking. I want you to be mine. Ours. Our wife.”
“But . . .”
“And if you think the fact that a ménage marriage isn’t possible will stop that from happening, then you need to think again. Liam will make it happen.”
“You’d really want to marry me?”
His eyes narrowed. “And why wouldn’t I want to marry you?”
“Um, well, I . . .”
His phone rang. “Fuck. I have to answer that, it’s Liam’s ringtone. But afterward, you’re going to tell me why you think I wouldn’t want to marry you.”
“I don’t want to,” she wailed.
“Why? Because you were going to say something naughty that would get your butt spanked?”
“No! Who me?”
He snorted. “Can’t kid a kidder, pretty girl.”
