Page 95 of The Penalty

“So it doesn’t look good?” He frowns.

“No, I mean, it looks so good on you that I want to fuck you.” I slip my arms around his ass, grabbing it through the fabric.

He seems like he’s not going to believe me, but then he smiles. “Put on yours. I want to see it.”

I give him a similar show of stripping, then standing before him to see with my hands on my hips.

“Mean!”

“You just did the same!” I laugh grabbing my clothes to get dressed.

“Mine was genuine. Yours is teasing!” He’s not wrong.

When I’m dressed, I get the boxes. I saved the worst part for last. “Now for the shoes.”

“I don’t need them. I have my glitter Crocs. They go with everything.”

“For the special outfit, you need special shoes.”

He looks skeptical, but waves for me to open the box.

I open it, and he doesn’t say no immediately.

He takes them out, sitting on his bed to put one on and then the other. “I can’t walk in these! They make my feet funny.”

“You really can’t wear Crocs with a tux, Teddy Bear.”

He shuffles his feet and nearly falls over. “You’re gonna have to be my seeing guide dog.”

“The shoes don’t make it so you can’t see.”

“The word guide is in the name. You should know it means guide.” Teddy gets a bit of an attitude, and I try not to laugh.

“If that’s what it takes.”

We get in the car, and we just might make it. I’m hopeful, but it’s New York traffic on a Friday. It would be faster to walk at this point, but Teddy wouldn’t make it two blocks in those shoes. Fashionably late is a thing for rich people, right? I can’t stress about it. I’m just surprised I got Teddy in the outfit and in the car without too much of a fight.

Finally we arrive, and are the last ones in. I can’t see my brothers, but I feel their eyes on me. I don’t glance around, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that I know Oliver is going to be annoyed. Instead, I keep my eyes on Teddy, and it’s strange, I feel—happy—being with him is like a new adventure every day and the way he makes me laugh. I can’t get enough.

And the way his tux pulls because of how big his shoulders are and the tailored tug around his waist gives me an instant hard-on. I’m going to have a problem if I don’t get my dick under control.

I lean over, putting my lips next to his ear. “Do you even know how hot you look?”

“How good?”

“I’m half hard just watching you walk.” I press my lips next to his ear.

“Then take the suit back off of me.” His expression turns devilish.

“I can’t do that! We’re in the middle of a gala.” But my dick thinks otherwise. I want to drag him into the bathroom.

“Then I guess your dick is your problem.” Teddy turns into me as we step up to the bar and gives my cock a squeeze through my pants on the sly.

Teddy gets us a couple of non-cocktail drinks and we mingle.

Owen and Colin make their way over, holding hands.

“Glad to see you made it,” Owen says.

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