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Then I reach up, drag my nails up his quivering abs until I find the tie. I pull, just hard enough to tighten the noose without yanking on his neck. The knot goes taut, Graham’s breath catches and I give him one suck and swallow.

“DÍOS! COÑO—” His hand finds the post of the bed, wood creaking beneath his grip as he unloads down my throat, thick rope after thick rope of spend coating my tongue as I pull off just a little.

“Mierda,” he gasps, taking his own cock in hand as he pulls from my mouth. Then, just to see his eyes nearly explode from his skull, I grin and open my mouth to reveal his cum pooling on my tongue. “Mi reina…”

I swallow, climbing to my feet with his help. Reaching for the hem, I pull the dress over my head. “That’s right, Graham,” I walk over to the chaise in the center of the room. “I’m your queen.” I crawl across the velvet, dipping my back, ass in the air. “Now fuck me like one.”

3 Days Before the Wedding

Chapter Seventeen

Graham

This brewery we brought Elias to is supposed to be some like historic family brewhouse, or whatever the sign outside said. I honestly could not give more of a shit. The food is good, the beer is better and Elias is having a great time which is all that really matters.

Best of all, the girls aren’t here. According to Rowan they’re doing the exact same thing we are- a late in the game bachelor slash bachelorette party- except they ended up at some wine bar in Stowe. Rowan put himself personally in charge of ordering their Uber and is keeping track of them on his phone so he can order their ride back to the cabin when they’re done. I have to hand it to him, he really does take the whole bodyguard aesthetic to a whole other level. Especially when it comes to his wife.

“Oyé,” I smack his shoulder. “How many times are you going to look at your phone tonight, amigo?”

“I’m checking on the girls—”

“You have a smart watch. Put it away.” I wrap an arm around Elias’s shoulders. “Tonight is about celebrating our boy! To Elias’s marital imprisonment!” I hold up my glass in cheers.

Cristian snorts. “He hasn’t been free since the moment Pop dug her claws into him.”

“Fair,” I turn to Cristian with a shit eating grin, raising my glass again. “To Cristian’s permanent freedom! How does it feel to know you fucked your new step-mom?”

“Enough, Graham,” Elias laughs, wrapping an arm around his glowering son’s shoulders. “All that’s in the past and we don’t think about it anymore. Right, mijo?”

“Right…” Something in Cristian’s tone tells me he thinks about it way more often than he would prefer.

Honestly, I do feel kind of bad for the kid sometimes. I mean, it must be a huge bummer to look at his ex-girlfriend and know he lost her to his dad of all people. That kind of ego-death has to be peak level of difficulty to bounce back from. It’s no wonder his face has been plastered across every commercial and sports ad for the last two years. Ever since he won a spot on the starting lineup, he’s been raking in sponsors left and right. Even now he wears a pair of the most expensive and gaudy sneakers I have ever seen. A watch worth more than my car sits on his wrist, and I am pretty sure his suit is some new custom, breathable fabric that not even Elias knew about- and he’d been picking up a decent number of partnerships himself since Poppy inspired him to start writing music again.

The Island King released a new album last summer and has another one in the works for early fall. I think the asshole even has a fucking Christmas album he’s recording in secret. Because, of course, we’d give him the greatest amount of shit for it.

Although, not nearly as much shit as I’m about to give my nephew if I don’t get him laid pronto. I have no doubt he’s pulled and done well since Poppy dumped him- for his dad- but having watched Elias and Rowan both date several models, I know the lay is just not as good. Rowan’s exact description once was that it was like fucking a mummified corpse, and I want better for Cristian than that.

Slinging an arm around his shoulders I spot a target. Tall, red hair, shorts revealing naturally tanned legs. I point with my beer. “There, amigo. That girl has been looking over here for the last half hour,” I inform him.

He rolls his eyes. “She has not.”

She totally has, and as he’s looking she throws another subtle look our way through her sheet of strawberry blonde hair. Cristian curses under his breath, averting his gaze immediately.

“Come on, chico, what are you waiting for? Go get her—”

“She’s probably only looking because she recognizes me,” he picks up his beer. “Not because she’s interested in what will only be a one-night stand—”

“See,” I level a finger at him. “That’s where I have misguided you, and I apologize profusely—”

“Tío—”

“Being recognized is kind of the whole point to being an all-star fútbol star. You’re twenty-six years old, a starter for a major league team, and I mean, you just have the prettiest blue eyes.”

Rowan chokes on his beer trying not to laugh. Elias’ eyes narrow. “Stop flirting with my son.”

“I am trying to get your son laid! And not by me.” I grab Cristian’s shoulders, spinning him to face the girl who is still glancing over every few seconds. “This is your chance to use your powers for good, mijo! Take it!”

“Qué—”