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I glanced over at Jarod who rubbed at the beard he’d been growing in because Christine wanted him to.
We were all sickeningly wrapped around our women’s pinkies. I couldn’t find a single fuck to give over that fact. “What’s that?” I asked Jarod.
“I was talking to Drake the other day at work—”
“Who’s Drake?” Reid cut in.
“My shit head brother’s best friend,” I muttered. At least Drake acted his age and had a good head on his shoulders. If only he would rub off on Sean a little more.
“Drake told me that Sean said you’re considering that MM branch for Elite he’s been hounding you about.”
I blew a slow exhale between my lips. “The fucker won’t drop it.”
A few of the guys had heard his whining that usually landed him whatever he wanted—but not from me.
“He needs an older guy to tie his ass up and spank him raw.”
I snorted at Cooney’s quiet declaration that was fucking. Spot. On. “Seriously. Maybe I should give in to him just to see if I can’t find a Daddy looking for a sassy boy. I’d help to muzzle the little fucker myself. Might even take a belt to his ass and make him cry.”
“Put him in charge,” Blake suggested the same thing Jasmine had. “It’s amazing what sudden responsibility will do to a man who shows no interest in growing up.”
He knew firsthand about that shit. It had taken the early retirement of his father and the daily running of Harper’s Construction that had settled him enough to start thinking about his future. Wren just happened to pop into his life at the right time, laying claim to his heart and tying his rich ass down without meaning or wanting to.
But she’d given in. Eventually.
“That’s what Jasmine suggested,” I said. “Make Sean the manager.”
Blake grinned. “She must have a great mind—I like her already.”
“Careful,” Reid warned with a teasing smirk. “Old boss man is a little territorial.”
He didn’t lie, but I had nothing to worry about. Jasmine might allow her dad’s touch, but the thought of any other guy getting up in her personal space still set her on edge and made inhaling difficult. Whatever it was about me, whatever connection we’d found, had bound us tightly together.
I just hoped like hell she felt the same way, that she would agree to be mine in every way until we both breathed our last.
Chapter26
Jasmine
Istood on the other side of Liz, Dina’s maid-of-honor, as my oldest sister and Aaron exchanged vows. Corseted into the navy bridesmaid dress and new heels pinching my toes, I fought boredom and a headache. Who knew weddings could be so damn stressful? And I wasn’t even the one promising to honor, love, and cherish.
When Micah and I exchanged vows, it would be on the beach, and we would both be barefoot. Him in shorts, me in a breezy slip of a dress that allowed me to breathe the salt-scented air.
I tried for a decent-sized inhale and failed in the Catholic church’s nave where we had grown up listening to priests drone on and on. While Liz had stayed true to the faith of our parents, I, along with Dina had gone our separate ways, but she still wanted to honor Mom by marrying in our childhood place of worship.
At least our parents still loved us after we’d chosen to leave their faith behind.
Aaron had been raised Baptist, and his parents were not happy he wasn’t exchanging vows intheirchurch. Scowls etched both their faces. I refrained from rolling my eyes and tried to pay attention to the priest speaking to my sister and her soon-to-be husband.
The back of my neck tingled, and I smiled. I’d noted where Micah sat when I’d walked down the aisle. Bride side, in the front row beside Liz’s husband. Right where he belonged.
Warmth came to life between my thighs, and I squeezed them together at the thought of the night ahead. I’d readied an Elite bag two days prior and had hidden it beneath my side of our bed.
Micah and I had been discussing introducing some of my bucket list kink in the bedroom, and I felt ready to take another step. The thought of the nipple clamps I’d packed dampened my panties, and I bit the inside of my lip. The priest needed to hurry the fuck up.
Shifting on my feet didn’t help. Allowing a sigh and straightening my shoulders in an attempt to stretch out didn’t either.Kiss the bride already, I wanted to whine aloud.
The priest must have heard my thought, because a few seconds later, he encouraged Aaron to do so.
