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“Were you now?”
He nipped at my chin and then scraped his teeth along my jaw, making my head spin. Who needed alcohol with Daire around? His lips and words intoxicated me, to the point my head was spinning and I felt like I could damn near float across the floor.
“I can’t decide which is more disturbing: Daire and Gavin or the fact that Preston brought Mr. Carrington here.” East swirled his martini, nose wrinkled as he stared between the two couples.
Archer rolled his eyes as he took a shot from the glasses the bartender was lining up, one for Preston and then one for himself. “For fuck’s sake, it’s Archer, you little shit.”
Preston chuckled, resting his back against his twice-his-age boyfriend. “Besides, only I get to call him that, and on special occasions.”
“This is so much TMI I’m gonna need ten more of these.” Donovan began to pass the shots around to the rest of us as Daire snorted.
“Like you can talk,” he said.
West pointed to Daire’s mouth. “Do you see this? Words are coming out of this hole in his face. What is happening?”
Daire snapped his teeth at West, almost nipping his finger.
“Whoa, down, boy,” West said, but smartly stepped back over to JT.
I sniffed at the glass and should’ve known before I did what that clear liquid was. “Tequila? Really?”
“Buyer’s choice.” Daire shrugged.
Something fruitier would’ve been more up my alley, but I had a cocktail to wash it down with.
“All attention on my gorgeous ass.” East tossed the back panel of his jacket aside to show off the fit of his pants that, yes, encased a decent ass. He picked up the final shot and held it up in the air.“Cheers to Gavin, cheers to Daire. Cheers to fucking the growl right out of the bear.”
I laughed and clinked my glass against the others, and as I downed the tequila, I heard Donovan say, “Man, I can’t drink tothat.”
East let out an exaggerated sigh as he set his empty glass on the bar top. “Fine. For you: cheers to Gavin, cheers to Daire. Cheers to getting the grumpy bastard to care. How’s that?”
Donovan nodded. “Better.”
Surprisingly, the tequila was smoother than I expected, and tasted even better when Daire turned me in his arms and his mouth came crashing down on mine. The taste of the liquor on his tongue was so appealing that I decided this was how I’d take my shots from now on—with Daire’s mouth as my chaser.
“Get a room!” someone called out as another one of our friends added, “They have a whole fuckin’ apartment.”
“Right, so wait—dating, fucking,andliving together. Does that mean you two are…boyfriends?”
Archer took a sip of his drink. “Moments like this, I swear I feel like I’m back in college.”
“And not when you put your dick in Preston?”
“East.” Preston shoved the loudmouth in the arm, but I was too busy replaying Travis’s question.
Boyfriends?Was that what we were? I knew what I wanted, but we hadn’t been putting labels on things, and I didn’t want Daire to feel pressured.
Something he clearlywasn’tfeeling when he nipped my ear and told the group, “Well, we definitely aren’t girlfriends.”
A thrill shot down my spine as I turned in his arms, my heart full of hope as I stared at him with a mixture of nerves and excitement. “You want to be my boyfriend?”
Daire grazed his lips over mine, tightening his hold on my waist. “I alreadyamyour boyfriend.”
It was such a Daire response, so blunt and possessive, his voice brooking no argument—not that I wanted to give one. I’d been wanting to claim him as mine from the moment he took me in the Sprinter van.
But, feeling a little bit flirty, a little bit cheeky, I decided to revive #OperationTortureDaire. “You think so, do you?”
“I know so.”
