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“Wait for what?” Gideon and Lorenzo both respond and scoff at each other.
But I don’t answer.
I can only share a knowing look at my married friends at the table.
It’s only a matter of time.
These fuckers will fall in love, too.
And I’ll gladly watch from the sidelines as it happens.
Hopefully, Lorenzo ends up with a real spitfire. That’s what he deserves. And Gideon…
Only the future will tell, but whoever it is, she’ll keep him on his toes, that much I know for sure.
When a server walks up to the table with both my and Payton’s usual drinks in hand, I grab the tumbler of scotch and take a swig.
It’s good to be here.
I needed this.
Hours pass.
Drink after drink consumed.
Laughter. Food. Brotherhood.
A good night away from the stress of the city.
With the amount I’ve drunk tonight, there’s no way we’re driving home. But that’s okay, because Payton and I have a room in this place.
Hell, we basically have our own wing in my brother-in-law's house.
Now, standing beside Gideon and Lorenzo, discussing business matters that I know my wife wouldn’t want to hear, I can’t help but watch her.
She has a soft smile on her face as my sister and Viviana tell her a story. Phoenix, Alaric’s wife, was with them as well, but she’s been pulled away and is otherwise occupied as Alaric kisses her senseless a few feet away.
Damn. What I wouldn’t give to be doing that right now with Payton.
As much as I enjoy talking shop, I prefer to be inside my wife, any chance she lets me.
From across the space, Payton, nibbles on her lip. Her tongue then darts out to swipe at the plump flesh. I can’t take it much longer. As much as I love my friends, my wife is killing me.
Each glance my way with her bright eyes, making me want to turn into a caveman and drag her off into the nearest closet and have my way with her.
Fuck it.
I place my drink down abruptly on the table and the liquid slushes over the edge. Then I close the distance between us, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward me.
“What are you doing, Trent?” she asks, but I don’t answer her as I lead her out of the card room and into the hallway.
Only a few steps before I find a door and swing it open and pull her inside. “I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now.”
“So, you drag me off to a—” She looks around the room, her eyes narrowing at me. “What the hell is this room?”
“Does it fucking matter?” I growl. “I need to be inside you, wife. Now, tell me, are you going to be a good girl, Payton, and let me?”
I watch as her pupils dilate at my harsh words. She loves this push and pull between us.
