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Hand diving into his hair, Jamie tilted his head back and kissed his neck, just above the stiff shirt collar. “Can I show you how much I appreciate it?”
Aidan gasped, clutching Jamie’s biceps with one hand and the back of his head with the other, intending to pull him off, but Jamie’s lips and tongue were doing marvelous things to him. “Whiskey...”
Jamie stepped closer, grinding that big body up against his. “Let me show you, baby.”
He wanted the show, all of it, but not when they might be interrupted before they reached the climax. “If it involves my cock in your mouth, it’ll have to wait.” He hauled Jamie’s flushed face out of his neck. “We’re due downstairs in ten, and our mothers will kill us if we show up with come-stained tuxes.”
“I can be neat.”
Aidan laughed out loud. “Since when?”
“Since today.”
Aidan lowered a hand and palmed Jamie through his dress pants. “I don’t believe you,” he whispered hotly in his ear. “And I don’t want to be neat tonight.”
Jamie thrust against him, groaning. “Fuck, Irish.”
“I mean to, baby.”
Another louder moan.
Aidan nipped his earlobe. A step too far, apparently. Taking hold of his shoulders, Jamie slammed him back against the door and attacked his mouth with the same need building in Aidan. It was always there, a low-level simmer for the man he loved, but after a night apart, simmer was well on its way to boiling, heat stoked by Jamie’s tongue down his throat and hands on his ass. Whoever thought keeping them apart last night was a good idea was going to have to answer to their mothers, because at the rate they were going...
Banging on the door rattled Aidan’s spine. “Brothers!” Danny shouted. “Stop making out and let’s go.”
Jamie rested his head on Aidan’s shoulder. “How does he know?”
“Because I could hear you moaning through the door,” Danny replied.
Chuckling, Aidan kissed Jamie’s cheek, then very reluctantly pushed him away and shoved off the door. He helped set his fiancé to rights—hair, jacket, and ascot—and Jamie did the same for him.
“You look beautiful,” Aidan whispered with one last tweak of Jamie’s collar.
“So do you.” Jamie’s hand lingered at his temple, the gentle touch sending shivers down Aidan’s spine. “And I’ll show you how much I appreciatethistonight.”
“Holding you to that.” He clasped Jamie’s hand and opened the door to a grinning Danny.
“You two done?” his brother asked.
“For now.”
Two doors down they snagged Cam, who, despite his scowl, was the picture of elegance in a morning suit, his big, bruiser frame filling it out nicely.
Until he opened his mouth.
“Where the fuck did you go?” he said to Jamie.
Thesounded likeda, andfuckhad a clipped harshness to it only a true Southie could pull off.
Aidan struggled not to laugh. “To make out with me,” he barely managed.
Cam shook a finger at him. “That’s bad luck and you know it.” The Boston tirade continued down the elevator and out the French doors to the event lawn. Rounding the corner, they came upon what Aidan had long considered one of the best views of the California coast. Situated high atop an ocean bluff, the Ritz was surrounded on three sides by pristine golf greens and on the other by the Pacific Ocean. Today, the picture-perfect bluff was set with rows of green-ribboned white chairs, an aisle between them leading to a flowering arbor, and, everywhere Aidan looked, their friends and family.
Two of whom—a pair of lanky brunette twins—were careening right for them. Jamie’s nieces crashed into their uncle and Jamie laughed, the sound bright and carefree, music to Aidan’s ears. “We’re supposed to take you to Grandma,” one of them said. “You too,” the other one said to Cam. They’d each grabbed a hand and were already tugging the pair forward.
“Duty calls,” Jamie said. “I’ll meet you at the front.”
“Count on it,” Aidan replied.
