I turned the sound off on my phone and tucked it into my suit jacket. If there was an emergency at home, Juliana or Keithwould call Nate’s phone, but I was expecting instructions from Reese.
“Let’s get this ball rollin’, baby.” I climbed out and snatched up my fancy Venetian mask from the dash.
I’d found mine for cheap. Black and gold with minimal bling. I’d even convinced Nathan that we were better off with our three-piece suits rather than actual tuxedos.
We were handsome as all fuck.
His mask was black and dark green, so he’d managed to match the green to his shirt. I definitely didn’t own a gold shirt, so I was making do with black and charcoal.
“Mask on, mask off…?”
He smirked and put his on. “Everyone else is wearing theirs.”
I glanced toward the members standing on the porch. All right, mask on.
The doors had opened about twenty minutes ago, so there should be a crowd inside. James’s truck was here.
A big sign hung off the porch, welcoming us to the sixth annual masquerade ball at Mclean.
“Did you hear about next month’s Game?” he asked, slipping his hand into mine.
I threaded our fingers together. “No…?”
“It’s not confirmed yet, but there’s a rumor that says it’s going to be a murder mystery event.”
Huh. That sounded kind of fun.
“You should join with Jordan,” he encouraged. “I could join with James.”
I side-eyed him. “You know James listens to a whole bunch of true crime podcasts, don’t you?”
That bastard. He was trying to hide his smugness.
“Jordan may have mentioned it,” he replied casually.
But I wasn’t buying it.
“You’re on, baby,” I huffed. “And lemme say this right now. Any time you and I compete against each other, there’s gonna be a bet. For instance, if there’s a murder mystery theme and Jordan and I go up against you and James, you will rub my feet every night during our next road trip,andwake me up with a blow job when we’re at that luxury retreat.”
“If we lose,” he stated.
“Whenyou lose,” I corrected.
He rolled his eyes behind his fancy mask. “And if James and I win…”
“I’m probably dead. Miss me. Mourn me forever. Don’t you dare remarry.”
He let out a reluctant chuckle and smacked my chest. “Don’t even joke about it.” He paused. “If we win, you’ll let me tie you and Jordan up.”
I quirked a brow. “You can do that whenever.”
“Naked,” he went on. “Mid-fuck. When people are watching.”
Hoo boy.
The idea was hot enough for me to sign up right now, but I wasn’t new to bondage. That was going to be one strenuous exercise, and I had to be hard enough to stay buried in Jordan’s ass? Because if I went soft and accidentally pulled out, I wouldn’t be able to push in again if we were restrained in positions we couldn’t move out of. Add people watching. And it could get fucking nippy in the dojo.
“You better win big,” I told him.
