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There was only one man out of those three that he could see this guy with, and that would be the sexy French chef—the Prick. “I think Julien.”
Chapter Two
CONFESSION
Julien and I would rather date a woman
than date each other.
True fact.
HENRI STARED AT the sexy guy with the light blue eyes and flushed cheeks, and wondered how he’d come to his decision that Julien Thornton had once been the man for him. It was ironic, considering his and Julien’s less-than-smooth relationship over the years, and though he thought about asking for more insight, Henri realized he didn’t really want to talk about it.
Not Julien. Not Priest. And certainly not the happy trio who were now all accounted for under the arbor, midway through their I-dos. Henri suddenly had a different focus, and it had everything to do with the hot-as-hell distraction standing directly to his right.
Not quite as tall as himself, he had a perfect Roman nose and a military buzzcut that showcased piercing eyes that were assessing as they looked him over—and they liked what they saw. That was obvious with the way they crawled back up to Henri’s face, and his dick stiffened at that interested stare.
In a white shirt and tailored three-piece suit to match the color of his eyes, it was easy to see the outline of the man’s wide shoulders and large biceps, giving Henri a glimpse at the power that lay dormant beneath that fine material.
He had no idea who this man was, and knew he should probably get out of there before he did something stupid. But the attraction swirling between them was too damn powerful to resist, and his mind was in desperate need of some redirection.
“Julien, huh?”
Blue—yeah, that suits him—shrugged, and then a shy grin tipped up the corners of his mouth, making it really difficult for Henri to leave.
“I don’t know. He seems the most likely, in my opinion.”
Henri couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled out of him, because out of those three, Julien was the most unlikely choice.
“Oh, shit,” Blue said. “I’m wrong, aren’t I?”
So fucking wrong that Henri almost wished Julien and Priest were there to hear this conversation. But instead of telling him just how far off he was, Henri reached inside his leather jacket for his cigarettes and put one between his lips. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you’re laughing, so I think I must be wrong.”
As he lit up and inhaled, Henri held out the packet to his new…friend.
“No thanks. I quit a few months ago.”
Henri took the cigarette from between his lips and looked at it. “Do you mind if I do?”
“Hell no. As long as you don’t mind having someone stand very close to you for the next few minutes.”
Henri eyed the guy for a beat, and then took a deep inhale before taking a sidestep so they were close enough that their arms brushed one another. “Get as close as you like. I don’t mind at all.”
Blue lowered his gaze to Henri’s lips, and when he cleared his throat, Henri’s cock began to throb. The lust now licking through his veins was stronger than anything he’d felt in years, and as Blue ran his tongue along his lower lip, Henri knew he wasn’t the only one feeling the spark between them.
“So, um, are you going to be sticking around for the reception?” Blue’s words were innocent enough, but the invitation in his eyes told Henri that one word would have this guy back at his hotel and in Henri’s bed before the three grooms across the lawn had even cut their cake.
But just as that thought hit him, the loud sound of applause and cheers rang out through the air, breaking the moment, and the two of them looked back to the three men who were center stage.
Henri took another drag of his cigarette and suddenly wished he was anywhere but there. It was obvious that Blue wanted to see where this chemistry would go after a few too many drinks. But not even the promise of a seriously hot fuck could convince Henri to stick around and watch Priest and his two husbands fawn over one another.
Henri’s stomach twisted as he watched each of them take a turn at kissing the other, and that was when he decided it was time to get the fuck out of there.
As the guests began getting to their feet to cheer on the happy threesome, Blue took a step forward as Henri took a giant one back and said, “Let Joel know that Henri said congratulations, would you?”
Then he ghosted.
LET JOEL KNOW that Henri said congratulations…
The full meaning of those words didn’t quite register with Bailey at first. But as he watched Priest reach for Robbie and press a fierce kiss to his new husband’s lips, it finally clicked that the man Bailey had just spent the last fifteen minutes with had given him an answer to the original question he’d asked: Which one is your ex?
