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His cock went rock hard, right on cue. “Come here.”
“Nope. I know what that look on your face means, and we only have a half hour before we have to be down there. I need a shower.”
He started toward her. “Then I’ll join you.”
“Nope again. Back to the part where I know what that look on your face means, and I know that if you join me, we’re going to be late, so don’t try any lines about conserving water.” She backed into the bathroom.
“Peaches, California is in a drought. It’s practically our civic duty to conserve water.”
“For the third time, nope. Do something useful and hang up our nice clothes.” She slammed the door in his face.
Quinn laughed. She was right, and a perverse part of him really liked that she had no problem telling him no, even though her nipples were peaked beneath her thin shirt and she kept licking her lips like she couldn’t wait to get another taste of him.
Shaking his head, he went about hanging up their nice clothes. The closet already contained his tux for the wedding—no doubt his mother’s doing—but there was still the rehearsal tonight and brunch in the morning. Once his stuff was finished, he turned to Aubry’s suitcase.
There was something really strange about unpacking for her—strangely intimate. Seeing the clothes on her—and off her—felt different than doing this mundane little chore. He cursed himself mentally for letting something so small get under his skin.
His breath left him in a rush when he lifted out a black dress that he highly suspected would hug Aubry’s every curve. He had told her to make a statement, hadn’t he? He carefully hung it up, his hands lingering on the fabric. It was so damn soft and there wasn’t a bit of give—it’d fit her like a glove. He swallowed hard, going back to the suitcase for the other dress. This one was a mix of deep purple, blue, and red the same color as her hair. It was fucking magnificent.
That’s it. I really have lost my mind.
He turned around as the door opened, the fantasy of Aubry in the dresses nothing compared to the sight of her standing in front of him in a towel. He took a step toward her before he caught himself. Throwing her on the bed and ravishing her sounded like the best plan in the world, but it would definitely make them late and he couldn’t do that to Jenny. So he got himself under tight control. “I’m going to shower.”
“Good plan.” She watched him strip his shirt off, the look on her face almost enough to make him change his mind. Quinn stalked into the bathroom before he could. A cold shower was in order, because it was going to be a long fucking night.
…
Things started to go sideways the second they walked into the chapel. A couple in their fifties approached, and Aubry didn’t need for Quinn to tense beside her to know that these were his parents. The man was an older version of Quinn but shaped more like a barrel than the perfectly honed muscles she was used to. The woman didn’t have a dark hair out of place, and she wore a dress styled similarly to Jenny’s. If someone looked up “crazy stupid rich” in the dictionary, Aubry was pretty sure there would be a picture of these two.
She shifted, feeling out of place in the dress she’d previously been really damn proud of. It was like a twilight personified, and she’d done up her hair to add to the affect. There was no hiding her tattoos or her bright hair but, damn it, she wasn’t ashamed of the way she looked. She was good enough to be Quinn’s date, and that was all that mattered.
Quinn’s dad roared out a laugh. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
“Dad. Mom.”
There was no hugging, but she hadn’t really expected it. What she had expected was the way his mom’s eyes went wide behind her tasteful makeup. “And you brought a friend.”
“More than a friend.” His arm came around her waist, pulling her against him. She would have snapped at the move, but the underlying tension in his muscles stopped her. Maybe he needed the contact as much as she’d needed his steady voice in the middle of her anxiety attack. Aubry ran her hand up and down his back, offering her silent support.
When Quinn spoke again, he sounded closer to normal. “Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, Aubry. Aubry, meet my parents, Richard and Peggy.”
Even though she knew it was fake her heart tripped over itself in her chest at him calling her his girlfriend. To cover up her response, she smiled at them. Well, she bared her teeth at them. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Peggy looked like she might actually pass out. “Can I speak to you for a minute—alone?”
