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“I’ll get you pregnant tonight if you want,” Sullivan said, kissing the side of her head, nuzzling his lips against her temple.
She was too giddy to even be embarrassed that he’d just said that in front of his father.
“Maybe slow things down just a hair,” Liam said.
Sullivan scoffed. “Okay, sure, I’ll follow your example. Great advice, Dad. Now excuse us, I want to go around the room and show off my fiancée like a complete lovestruck idiot. Which is what I am. Lovestruck. Also an idiot, on occasion.”
An hour later, Edwina was sipping a glass of champagne Sullivan had gotten for her and was watching him dance with much more energy than skill with his friends, including the groom. They were doing some sort of choreographed routine that had hints of a male strip revue. But an awkward one. Very, very awkward.
“What is even happening?” she asked Winnie, her sides hurting from laughing so much. “I have no idea what I’m even looking at.”
“This is their Tap That dancers routine,” Winnie said, leaning in close to make herself heard over the pounding bass. “They’ve been doing it every year as a charity fundraiser. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen Sullivan participate. I’m not really sure he adds much to the bottom line.”
That made her laugh even harder. “No. He does not. I love him, but what is he doing with his hands?” He moved with all the randomness of a wind sock.
“And everyone says he’s great in bed. I find that hard to believe.”
Her laughter died out.
Winnie put her hand over her mouth. “Oh, shit, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking… I’m not used to you being with him… crap, Edwina, I’m so sorry.” She looked absolutely horrified.
It wasn’t her favorite thing in the world to have Sullivan’s sexual history follow them around, but it was reality and she couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. “It’s okay, Winnie. Sullivan was a single man for four years and he and I are something brand new so I understand everyone needs time to make a mental shift. I haven’t discovered what he can do with his hands yet but his tongue is pure gold.”
Her insides warmed just thinking about it. Who needed yoga class to relax when you had a boyfriend who could do that to you? If she ever had a stressful day he had a surefire way to release any and all of her tension.
“What?” Winnie paused with her glass halfway to her lips. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
“Oh, yeah. He made him come in under a minute, right before we came here. That has literally never happened to me. I’m a tough customer when it comes to orgasms.”
Winnie practically cackled. “You go, girl. Get you some.”
Edwina watched Sullivan move to the left, one hand on his belt buckle, confident in his terrible rhythm. He caught her eye and winked. The joy that she felt was as fizzy as the champagne she was holding. It was effervescent.
She was getting everything she’d ever wanted and even a few things she hadn’t known she wanted.
The routine ended with Brandon doing a slide across the floor in one direction, Sullivan sliding in from the other. Axl, Jesse, and Rick did some kind of disco ending, fingers pointing. Or was that supposed to be guns? She had no idea.
“This is terrifying,” Winnie said. “I’m embarrassed for them at the same time I want it to never, ever end.”
“Same.” She watched Sullivan jump back up off the floor and then pause.
He glanced down and started laughing. He said something to Brandon, who also looked at his pants. Edwina saw it. Sullivan had ripped his pants with his slide. Right at the crotch. Brandon shook his head and started laughing.
Sullivan came jogging over. “Babe, I ripped my pants.”
“I see that.” She eyed the hole where the seams had split. “I can see your underwear.”
“All of this can’t be contained.” He gestured to his junk.
“Yuck. That’s my cue to get out of here,” Winnie said. “Bye, you two. Have fun tonight.”
“I plan to,” Sullivan said. “Bye, Winnie.”
Edwina tried to stand back a little and determine if she wasn’t a woman who wanted to see his stuff, what she could actually see and how scandalous it was. It was a pretty big tear. “Honey, I think you need to go home and change. I can see your skin too. And your… bulge.”
He took her champagne glass out of her hand and drank half of it. “My bulge? Babe, we need to work on sexy talk.” He leaned in close and murmured in her ear. “Say cock.”
“No.” She couldn’t help it. She was verbally inhibited. “I can’t.”
