“Sure,” she said sweetly, surprising him with her quick response.
“With me?” he asked incredulously, not quite believing that she’d agreed.
Kennedy laughed, and the warm, raspy chuckle had his blood making a detour. South.
Get it together, Walker.
When Kennedy actually took his hand, leading him to the dance floor, Sawyer had to wonder what the fuck was going on. Was he dreaming? This couldn’t be happening. The same woman who made it her mission in life to avoid him was dragging him along behind her?
When he pulled her up against him a moment later, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he slid one hand around to her slender back. “What gives?”
Kennedy smiled brightly. Perfect white teeth, smooth pink lips.
“It’s just a dance, Walker,” she assured him. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
Staring into gorgeous gray eyes, Sawyer couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. “Darlin’, it’s way too late for that.”
Later that night…
Ethan pulled off his boots and his socks as he watched Beau move across the room slowly. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Beau answered way too quickly.
“Nothing, huh?”
“Nope.”
Ethan leaned into the soft leather cushions, getting himself comfortable. It had been a long night, one that he would never forget for as long as he lived.
Tomorrow was going to be an even longer day due to the traveling, but he was looking forward to it. They were leaving for their honeymoon. One solid week at a private villa on a secluded beach in Hawaii, thanks to some help from Travis who apparently had contacts for just about anything and everything.
When asked, Ethan had informed Travis that he wasn’t looking to interact with locals or go sight-seeing, but he was looking forward to being cut off from the rest of the world, completely alone with Beau. That’s when Travis said he had just the thing and that option had suited them both just fine.
But right now, Ethan was looking forward to passing the time tonight.
Naked.
With his husband.
God he loved the sound of that.
“Come here,” Ethan instructed Beau, still watching as he moved around their living room as though he were a man on a mission.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I just can’t.”
Ethan pushed to his feet although he wanted nothing more than to sink into the cushions of his couch with Beau’s gorgeous body on top of him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked when he approached, realizing that Beau’s eyes looked a little wild.
“No. Yes. No.”
“What’s going on?”
Beau stopped abruptly, staring back at him. Ethan took a tentative step closer and put his hand on Beau’s broad chest, slowly unhooking the buttons of his shirt as he did.
“We’re married,” Beau said, sounding surprised.
Ethan grinned back at him, pushing his hands flat against Beau’s now exposed chest. “We are.”
Technically, the state of Texas didn’t recognize same sex marriage; however, Ethan and Beau had agreed ahead of time that they didn’t give a shit what the state thought. It was what they felt for one another that mattered, not what a sheet of paper showed. Not to mention, Travis had helped them to get official, legal documents drawn up to formalize their arrangement and protect them where it mattered.
As far as Ethan was concerned, they were married.
“You married me,” Beau whispered.
“I did,” Ethan confirmed, pushing Beau’s shirt off of his shoulders and then unhooking the cufflinks so that he could get him naked faster.
“I love you,” Beau said.
“And I love you,” Ethan replied with a smirk. He’d never seen Beau like this. For the entire day, Beau had been right there by his side, greeting guests, laughing, smiling. Proud, handsome, sexy and even slightly aggressive.
“Are you all right?” Ethan asked as he slipped the button of Beau’s pants from the loop and eased the zipper down.
“We’re married.”
Ethan laughed, sliding his hand inside of Beau’s boxers and fisting his cock firmly. “We are,” he murmured against Beau’s lips. “And I fully intend to make love to my husband for the very first time tonight.”
Beau shivered, and Ethan continued to stroke him. “So, you’d be doing me a favor if you got out of these clothes,” he encouraged.
“What if I wanted to make love to you?”
“Do you?” Ethan was game for anything, just as long as he could get this man naked.
“Maybe,” Beau said and a wicked grin formed on his lips sending a tremor through Ethan.