Page 4 of You Are Cordially Invited

He gave me an odd look and then smiled and kissed me firmly while that fingernail kept tracing sharp lines over my cock and balls. “It was too late to run from the very first time I saw you outside that hall, remember?”

I nodded and chased his lips for more. “I still have the bruises from where you shoved me into the wall, you sexy bastard.”

“Mmm. Sorry, not sorry. You were a cheeky fucker, and I was so deep in the closet you couldn’t see me for dust.” He nuzzled my neck and my sozzled dick briefly contemplated a comeback before throwing in the towel. “If only I’d known how much better my life was going to get.” He pulled back to look at me.

“The perfect answer.” I lost myself in the warmth of his eyes. I still couldn’t believe that he was mine, that I got to be a parent to Cory, and that I had this amazing life. “Come on. I’m sure we can slip away for five minutes—”

“Don’t you dare.” Mathew glared and threw a balled-up serviette at me. “You live with the guy, for fuck’s sake, and this isyourdamn party. Which means you’re gonna sit right there and enjoy it if I have to handcuff you both to the chair.”

I swallowed a smile and Reuben chuckled against my shoulder.

“You seem a little grouchy there, darling brother.” I grabbed Mathew’s glass, took a sniff, and screwed up my nose. “What on earth are you drinking?”

He flushed. “It’s called an Anus Burner.”

I choked on a laugh.

“Fucking Michael Oliver.” He rolled his eyes. “He did that deliberately. Even yelled it from the bar for me to collect.”

Priceless. “So, I take it you’re not being all sober and responsible like Reuben then?”

“On all fours, forty-four,” Carmen’s voice rang out, and my gaze shot to the front.

“Only missionary for you, gorgeous,” someone shouted from the back.

Carmen preened. “Make sure you leave me your number, sugar.”

Mathew gave the room a stealthy once over before answering my question. “Our North Harbour coach left about fifteen minutes ago, or at least I hope he did, and this damn plantar injury will see me benched for next weekend’s game as well. The weekend after that, we have a bye week, as you well know since you’re gettingmarried. So I figured, what the hell.”

“Yes indeedy, we are getting married.” I jiggled in place and Reuben grabbed my hips again. “And we arenotpostponing it this time. There will be no torn hamstrings or changes in the All Blacks’ touring dates.Nothing. We might have to wait for the honeymoon proper, but we are definitely getting married.”

“Hell, yeah.” Mathew clinked glasses with me. “You’re getting fucking married, bro. Jesus, I’m so happy for you both.”

I glanced at Reuben. “I can’t wait. Mister and Mister, right, baby?”

Reuben looked at me in that way he had that said I was just too fucking adorable for words and it stole my breath as it always did.

“Well, you both deserve it.” Mathew took a swallow of his drink and winced. “Jesus, that shit needs a warning label.” He shuddered, then eyeballed both of us. “But as for tonight? If the two of you disappear and I have to come looking for you, so help me God, I will cut off your dicks and you’ll spend your wedding night sucking arse ’cause that’s all you’ll have to work with. Got it?”

I snorted my cocktail through my nose and all over the back of my cousin’s clean white shirt at the table in front.

Jake spun, took one look at me, laughed, and flicked my forehead with his finger. “Jesus, Cam, I’ll never get that pink out.”

“Oops. Sorry?”

Jake rolled his eyes and went back to his bingay card.

Reuben hooked my jaw with his finger and turned my face to his. “You take my breath away.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, and I grabbed a lock of his hair to hold him in place and make sure I got a bit of mouth and tongue action as well.

“Mmm.” I smacked my lips and narrowed my eyes. “You’ve been using my watermelon gloss, mister. Come back here.”

“Twenty-seven, chocolate heaven.”

“Bingay!” Miller yelled and waved his card in the air, and I turned so fast I clocked Reuben on the nose with the back of my head.

“Ow, fuck.”

I would’ve apologised, but I was too busy watching Sandy hitch up his red leather skirt to expose a deliciously naughty pair of lacey black suspenders he’d failed to mention on any of our lingerie shopping expeditions. Sneaky little shit. He straddled Miller’s wheelchair and planted a huge kiss on his man’s lips, raising a few rugby eyebrows in the process. Reuben’s gaze dipped to Sandy’s suspenders and I made a mental note to have a chat with the other nurse about sourcing some of the same.

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