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I giggled. “So, it looks like your guys’ weekend, aka not a bachelor party, may include a bunch of women instead.”
“I’m sure Josh and Brian would prefer that anyhow. You’re going, right?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I leaned back, watching for his reaction to my next question. “What do you think about telling people about us?” The thought of being in Vegas together, but not as an actual couple, sounded like torture.
Trepidation clouded his features. “This is a celebration, and as I said before, telling them most likely won’t go well. I don’t want to take a chance it may spoil the entire weekend when it’s supposed to be about Brian and Sasha.”
He had a point, even if it was a disappointing one. “Selfishly, I was thinking about how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you for an entire weekend. What about afterwards?”
“We’d have the baptism two weeks later, which shouldn’t be overshadowed either. Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I thought we agreed we weren’t in a rush.”
I tried not to let his attitude hurt my feelings. “We did, but with all these events coming up, pretending in front of everyone seems deceptive.”
“Believe me when I say it’ll be the least of their concerns once we tell them. It’ll be better to get through the next few weeks, so that nothing causes any friction. Then I promise I have every intention of talking to your brother.”
I realized the timing might work out better for me, too, to wait after all. Considering my mother thought I was staying out in California for a guy, it would be better for me not to disclose the relationship until after I’d told her I wasn’t moving home. I didn’t want her to correlate the two. “When you do, I could go with you?”
He shook his head. “I appreciate it, but this is a man-to-man type of conversation.”
I leaned in, trailing kisses down the column of his throat. “That kind of turns me on.”
“You don’t say.”
“Mm-hmm, and I think it may have earned you a striptease.”
“Ah you never did put your Vegas education to good use. Lucky me.”
It was a good change of subject, but in the back of my mind I was thinking that before he went to have that talk with Brian, I needed to convince him it didn’t make a difference to me what he may have to say. I might even have the courage by then to tell him I definitely loved him more than a club sandwich.
* * *
If Colby remindedme one more time that there would be absolutely no funny business or sneaking around during this weekend in Vegas, I was going to scream. He was beyond paranoid. Seriously, the guy made it sound like I was the one with the problem of not being able to keep my hands to myself.
And just in case he was right, I decided the best way to avoid jumping on him over the weekend was to get as much out of our systems as possible during the days leading up.
“I never thought I’d ever say these words, but I’m officially sore from having this much sex. So, I guarantee you have to be.” The morning before heading to Vegas, he helped me off the kitchen counter where we’d christened the granite with this latest round.
“Really? Not me,” I lied, knowing full well I’d feel the delicious soreness for days to come.
“Yeah, right. We’ve been at it like bunnies all week long. But once we get on the plane in a few hours, you have to promise there won’t be any innuendos, butt grabs, or cock gazing.”
I was mildly offended. “You make it sound as though I objectify you.”
He kissed me deeply. “I love when you do. And Vegas will be torture enough without you making it any harder.”
I quirked a brow, causing us both to laugh.
“See, I can’t say harder with you making it dirty.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I deadpanned, hoping like hell I could actually rein it in. The challenge would be watching other couples in love and all touchy-feely the whole weekend. I knew that would make it even harder—I mean, more difficult. Great, I couldn’t manage to keep it clean even in my head.
I finished packing my clothes in my suitcase and felt his arms come around me from the back. “I promise to be good, starting now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking about it,” I murmured.
“Me, either. When we return to our own little world, we can go back to being bunnies.”
Our own little world with only the two of us was amazing, but now that we were leaving it, I couldn’t help but be slightly nervous.
